I wish she were mine.
But I erase that thought before it can take root in my brain.
“I like you too, cutie,” I tell her with a killer smile. “Maybe we can be naughty together more often.”
She chuckles softly. “Are you the black sheep of the family, Luka?” She asks in a husky voice.
I smirk. She has no fucking idea.
“Angelo’s the golden boy. Fina’s Daddy’s Little Girl, and I’m his mistake.” I can’t help the bitterness that creeps in at the end, but I smile brightly to mask my unhappiness. “But that’s okay because I get way more freedom than my half siblings do. While Angelo is pretending to be a legitimate businessman and Fina is cleaning up all the family messes, I am free to have fun.”
“And what’s your idea of fun?” She shifts until she’s lying on her side facing me. Her tits press against her too small top. I hold my breath, praying she doesn’t notice how close she is to exposing them. Fuck me, she has great tits. Plump as ripe peaches with perky little nipples.
If I squint hard enough, I can see the edge of one nipple. It’s dusky pink.
My mind drifts off as I wonder if her pussy is the exact same shade of pink.
“Luka?” Her amused voice breaks through my lustful thoughts, and I grin.
“Sorry.”Not sorry.Her gaze drifts across my chest, lingering on my abs before dropping a little lower. Her eyes widen when she sees I’m hard, but instead of acting all embarrassed, she smirks.
“That looks a little uncomfortable,” she says.
I huff out a laugh. “Yeah.” A better man would apologize for being a pervert, but not me. She’s smoking hot and I’m only human. And also stoned.
“Weed makes me horny.” I shrug unapologetically, and she chuckles again.
“Not me, then.” I hear the disappointment in her voice as she rolls away.
Against my better judgment because this is my brother’s wife and I know there are cameras out here, I reach out and touch her arm.
“If I weren’t concerned my brother would castrate me for touching you, I’d be doing a lot more than fantasizing about your tits right now.”
She turns back to face me again, a faint smile back on her lips. Blue eyes sparkle in the half-light. “And what makes you think I’d let you touch me?”
“Are you saying you don’t want me, cutie?” I pout in fake disappointment.
“I’m not saying anything of the sort,” she laughs. Then her amusement fades. “But we both know I’m off-limits to the male population until…” She breaks off, and I don’t miss the look of determination in her eyes. My feisty little cutie is already planning a jailbreak. I’d wager my offshore bank account on it.
Her eyes skitter down my chest again. Hot damn, I want her, and I know she wants me.
“Fuck,” she groans. “I really need to get fucking laid.”
“Happy to help,” I quip. Never has a truer word been spoken. I’d sell my soul to the devil himself to sink my cock into this woman. She’s everything I never knew I wanted. The fact she’ll never be mine is the universe’s way of fucking me over again.
Chiara rubs her eyes and huffs out a sigh. “Ugh, I better go before I do something we’ll both regret.” She drags herself off the lounger and stumbles away, leaving me aching and feeling like a kid who woke up to a sack full of coal on Christmas Day.
8
Angelo
My phone screen cracks as I stare at the security footage. The camera on the gazebo perfectly captures my feckless brother flirting with my wife, all in high definition. Hell, if I zoom in close enough, I can probably check out her tits in the tiny top she’s wearing.
I watch, seething, as they share a hilarious joke together.
More hairline cracks appear on the iPhone’s screen as I squeeze the handset harder until eventually it dies.Dammit. With a sigh, I pick up my desk phone and call Kane. The fucker could stand to do some work for once. I pay him enough.
“I need another phone.”
