She forced a laugh. “Well, that’s not at all romantic or comforting.”
Luca stepped closer, the three of us boxing her in with nowhere to go.
“If I have to come back here and dispose of that loser’s body, you won’t like the punishment, Drea.”
“What?” Alex choked on her words. “Are you serious? Tom is my partner for a group project. We can’t complete it without the other, or we both fail.”
“You like him.”
Luca knew this from reading her text messages and listening to her conversations with Aiden.
“And if you think about kissing him or doing anything with him, I will kill him.”
“Wow,” she mouthed, shaking her head. “Fucking crazy asshole.”
“Yeah, baby girl. I am crazy.” He tugged on her curls, his lips inches from hers. “Crazy about you and protecting what is mine.”
“I’m not yours, Luca. You don’t even want me.” She sighed, lowering her eyes. “That much you made clear.”
He slid the pad of his thumb across her bottom lip, smearing the red lipstick. “If anyone who doesn’t have the last name Salvatore kisses these lips, I will cut them off and shove them down their throat. Do you understand me, Drea?”
She rolled her eyes. “So I can kiss your brothers?”
He nodded.
“Any of them?”
Another nod.
She folded her arms over her chest. “Even Marcello?”
“Yes,” he bit out. “Were you not listening to me, woman?”
“You know,” Alex said, twirling a curl around her finger. “Your dad is hot for an older man. Maybe I’ll kiss him, too. Since you guys have the same last name and all.”
She was trying to piss Luca off. I loved how she pushed his buttons. No one challenged him. Marcello did sometimes, but we usually just went with the flow and let Luca take charge.
It was easier that way.
“You could try,” Luca fired back, his eyebrows pinched together in frustration. “But I doubt you’d get very far with our father.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck. “How about you, Luca? You say I’m yours, but you haven’t kissed me.”
“I don’t like kissing.”
“Why not?” Alex wet her lips, keeping her eyes on his. “Don’t you want to claim what’s yours?”
“Don’t play games with me, Drea.” He cupped her cheek, but it was not a sweet gesture. His thumb dug into her cheek, pushing into the bone. “I don’t like it when you act like a brat.”
“Well, I don’t like it when you fuck with my head. So I guess we’re even.” She stood on her tiptoes, tightening her grip around his neck. “Kiss me, Luca. If you don’t, I’ll never let you touch me again.”
Luca hated ultimatums.
He was always in control, but with Alex, he often conceded without admitting defeat. He stopped fucking cheerleaders after she challenged him. And if the past were any predictor of the present, he would kiss her.
And he did.
Luca clutched her face, licking along the seam of her mouth until she opened up for him. Her tits molded to his chest, and I loved how much weight she’d gained since high school. Now, she had the body of a woman and nice, big tits that I couldn’t wait to fuck.
