He liked that women fawned over him, and having the older, but still beautiful, Sasha Donovan pawing at him was no different. It didn’t matter to him that she was married or that she had been passed around all the men in our social circle.
Gio didn’t like the chase. He wanted his women like he wanted his life: easy and falling into his lap.
Personally? I liked my women a little more—
Without meaning to, my eyes found Sophia again.
God, she had grown up. She’d always been pretty, and there was more than one occasion where I’d had to warn off some pimple-nosed freak who was after her, but I’d never seen her like this…so comfortable in her beautiful body.
Another sip, and my eyes traveled down her slim legs, tanned and strong.
How would they feel wrapped around my waist as I ploughed into her? Or even better, thrown over my shoulders so I could hold her down and fill her completely until she came apart under me.
“Matteo—"
She would scream my name. Maybe rake her sharp little nails down my back and mark me as hers.
“Matteo.” Gio punched me roughly in the shoulder, and I shook myself.
I’d been so deep in my sorry fantasies about his little sister that I hadn’t even realized it was him calling my name and not her.
Fuck.
Letting out a ragged breath, I ran my fingers through my hair.
“Sorry. I was miles away.” Mumbling, I flashed them both a smile.Gio didn’t smile back. His eyes darted between me and Sophia and back again. Then, his eyebrows slammed down.
“Oh, I can see why.” Sasha giggled. “Sophia is growing up nicely, isn’t she?” She laid a hand on my arm, and for several seconds, I looked at it.
“What do you mean by that?” Gio rumbled.
“Nothing.”
“Nothing?” Sasha’s hand stayed on my arm. “Matteo can’t keep his eyes off of your—"
I shook her hand off and glared at her. Was that jealousy I saw on her face? Because it sure as hell looked like it. Was the married, sophisticated older woman jealous because I wouldn’t sleep with her and was looking at someone else?
“My sister?” For a second, Gio looked wild.
I rolled my eyes. “Sasha is pulling your leg.” Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Sophia place her hand on Tommy Debian’s arm and smile up at him as he placed his other hand on her hip and squeezed.
I made a mental vow to break both of his arms.
“You have been looking at her.” Gio cocked his head to the side.
“Of course I am.” Shrugging, I pointed. “Have you seen the way men are swarming her?”
Gio’s head snapped to the side, his eyes narrowed. “Is he…touching her hip?”
Anger dripped off every word.
“Son of a bitch.”
Without another word, he stomped forward like a bull in a china shop that didn’t care who or what was in the way.
“Don’t ever try and pull that shit again, Sasha,” I hissed as I went after him. I knew Gio. He had a temper and not a lot between his ears. He was the kind of man who started the violence first and asked questions later, and that wouldn’t go down well here at his parents’ party.
Punching another don's son wouldn’t be a good look.
