Angelo takes after his father, so I assume Luka favors his mother. Whoever she is.
This version of Luka is all predator. A dangerous man who has me in his sights. It reminds me of the way Angelo pinned me against the wall earlier, and how much I loved it. Not that I would ever admit that. I’d rather swallow broken glass than admit I want that asshole.
But this man?
Yeah, I want him.
He towers over me before reaching inside the refrigerator for a drink. Cold air cools my skin for a second time but does nothing to cool the inferno raging between my legs.
When was the last time I got laid?
It’s been so long I can’t remember. I chose my partners carefully while on the run. Trusting anyone was hard. I mostly fucked men I knew I wouldn’t see again. Random guys in bars. Guys in suits letting loose after a tough day trading stocks. And on one memorable occasion, a bull rider passing through thesmall town where I’d found a temporary job washing dishes in a diner.
He was fun.
A breath of fresh air.
At least it was fun until his girlfriend found us.
The bastard hadn’t bothered to mention her before he went down on me in the bathroom.
“You need to be careful with Angelo,” Luka says as he takes a sip of water. We’re so close my breasts brush against his chest and I can smell the fresh scent of his skin, an intoxicating combination of citrus and musk.
“He lost his shit with me,” I admit, unable to stop myself from smirking at the memory of how mad he was.
“Such a bad girl,” Luka chuckles with genuine amusement. “You’re the one he never saw coming.”
“Oh, he’ll never see me coming for sure,” I quip.
Luka chokes on his water before wiping his mouth with his arm. Amusement dances in his eyes, and I’m momentarily entranced by how pretty they are. We both have blue eyes, but his are greener.
“I bet he’d love to see you come, cutie. I know I would.”
A snort of laughter escapes. “Smooth, Luka. Real smooth.”
He grins at me. “Can’t blame a guy for trying.”
“I think your brother might not be happy with you for hitting on me.” Not that I care what Angelo thinks. He’s already admitted to cheating on me. It shouldn’t bother me, but the thought of him fucking anything with a pulse while I scraped a living in shithole bars irritates the fuck out of me.
“Except…he will know.” I glance up again, searching for the cameras I know are in this room. And still find nothing. Damn Angelo. Trust that bastard to have a Pentagon-level security system.
Luka’s hand grabs my wrist and he pulls me across the kitchen. Before I can utter a feeble protest, he shoves me inside the walk-in pantry. The door swishes shut behind us. It’s pitch-black in here, the only light a thin strip below the door.
Shelves of dried goods dig into my back as a hard body leans into me.
“No cameras in here, cutie.”
My pulse rate quickens as his lips brush mine. Because I can’t see a damn thing, all my other senses are in overdrive. The sharp inhale when my hand touches his chest, and the taste of him when I grab his neck and kiss him hard enough to cut my lip on his teeth.
Desire explodes between us, and in seconds, he has my legs wrapped around his waist while I grind on the hard length of his cock.
This is nuts. Utterly insane. Luka is my husband’s brother, a man so off-limits it’s not even funny. But do I give a fuck? No.
Luka’s fingers rake through my hair, destroying what remains of my carefully styled up-do. Pins fall to the floor. No doubt Dominic will find them in the morning and wonder what the fuck went on in here.
I groan as our kiss deepens. It’s messy, full of lust, and exactly what I need after the confusion of tonight. I grind harder, seeking relief from the ache in my core. Luka pulls back and rests his forehead on mine, giving us a moment to catch our breath.
“Fuck, baby, I—”
