Despite being incredibly handsome and charming, Luka lacks confidence in himself. Every day he puts himself out there and isjudged on his looks. Hell, I’d be a mess if I had to deal with being sexualized 24/7. He must feel like a slab of prime beef.
Honestly, it’s disgusting.
“You love me?” The hope in his voice slays me.
“Yes, I love you.” I push him back into the pillows and move astride him. My pussy is overly sensitive right now, but it still wants more. And from the way his cock thickens, so does he. But we need to talk, so I ignore the way his shaft rubs my clit and how fucking good it feels.
“My marriage to Angelo is just a piece of paper. He can rage all he wants, but if he wants me, he’ll have to learn to share. And as for you having nothing to offer?” I glare down at him. “You’re fucking amazing, Luka. You’ve built a successful brand, which is no mean feat with how many influencers and models there are out there.” His comment about struggling with literacy jars. He’s not stupid, so why would he have a problem with literacy?
Then it clicks.
“Are you dyslexic?”
The shame in his eyes makes me angry. Dyslexia is nothing to be ashamed of.
“No idea. My teachers didn’t give a shit. I stopped caring about school when I couldn’t do the lessons, so they labeled me as disruptive, and I spent more time being suspended than I did in class. My mother didn’t notice, as she had her own problems.” He shrugs, like it doesn’t matter. “All I know is that letters and numbers look jumbled when I try to read them on the page.”
“I had a friend in middle school,” I tell him. “She was the same. There are ways around it, like audiobooks. But that’s not the point. The point is, you’re not stupid, Luka. The education system failed you. Your teachers should have picked up on this!”
“You love me?” It’s clear he doesn’t want to talk about his dyslexia, and that’s fine. It’s not important right now.
“Yes, baby, I love you.” His lips curve up in a soft smile, and I swoon like a corset-wearing maiden from a bodice-ripper romance novel.
He rolls us over so we’re lying side by side. All the stress of the last few weeks fades away. Here in this room, with just the two of us, I can forget about the shitshow that is my life.
Nothing else matters but Luka. Sure, Angelo is going to have an aneurysm when he views the footage, assuming he has cameras in here, but I don’t care.
He can throw a fit and threaten me if he wants, but I’m not giving up Luka.
And now that I have the measure of my husband, I suspect he won’t ask me to.
He might act like a controlling asshole, but despite his role as the acting head of a major crime family, Angelo loves his family, and that includes his bastard half brother.
Luka reaches out and flicks the bedside lamp off, plunging the room into darkness. He pulls the covers over us, and we curl into each other, with him as the big spoon to my little spoon.
He’s still hard, and a few moments later, he slides inside me. But to my surprise, he stays still, happy to warm his cock without asking for more.
My pussy relaxes around him. It feels right. Like we’ve each found our other half, which is nuts considering the circumstances.
For the first time in ages, my brain is quiet. I close my eyes, ready for sleep.
“I love you, cupcake,” he whispers again.
“Love you too, boo.”
18
Angelo
“Coffee, sir?” The server keeps his eyes firmly fixed on a spot behind me. The poor guy is terrified. I’m not sure why, as I only arrived five minutes ago.
Dad smiles serenely while spooning sugar into his coffee. A plate of smoked salmon, eggs, and caviar sits half eaten in front of him.
He looks well. Two weeks spent relaxing on a yacht in the Caribbean have given him a dark tan, not to mention a few extra pounds. His latest girlfriend is upstairs in the presidential suite, where I hope she remains until I leave.
My cappuccino duly arrives. I usually drink my coffee black, but this morning, I need something sweeter. Anything to neutralize my father’s acidity.
“How’s that wife of yours, son?” Dad’s gaze bores into me like a finely tuned laser. I wonder how much he’s heard about my trip to Scotland. I tried to keep it on the down-low, but my father has eyes and ears everywhere.
