The front door creaked open.
I froze, my pulse hammering in my ears. Felix’s voice carried through the entryway—but it wasn’t just him. He was speaking in rapid Italian to someone else, a tone that sounded serious, urgent even.
I pressed myself against the edge of the doorway and poked my head around the pile of boxes, careful not to be seen.
Then I blinked. It was just Felix’s clone—AKA his twin, Rocco—leaning casually against the wall as Felix spoke. The tension in my shoulders eased almost immediately, though a small part of me stayed alert.
I shifted slightly to get a better view and knocked over a stack of boxes with a loud crash. My heart leapt into my throat as the sound echoed through the room.
Both of them turned instantly. Felix’s eyes locked on me, dark and sharp, and that slow, predatory tilt of his head made my stomach twist.
“Careful,” he said, his voice almost a growl. “Don’t be nosy.”
The words weren’t just a warning. I felt them deep in my chest; Dangerous. Cold. Sexy.
I swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how exposed I felt. My hands twisted nervously in front of me, and I realized that getting caught here was not just embarrassing. It could be complicated.
Rocco clicked his tongue at his brother and muttered something in Italian, calm and measured as always. Felix’s gaze sharpened, dark and teasing, as if daring his brother to push further.
“I’m just going to go, then,” I said, my voice tight. Without waiting for a response, I spun on my heel and practically sprinted toward the stairs, the pile of boxes and the pocket watch forgotten for the moment.
The sound of their conversation faded behind me as I slipped out of the kitchen, heart hammering and mind racing. Whateverwas happening between those two, I didn’t want to be part of it right now.
I was halfway down the hallway, trying to shove the encounter out of my mind, when a hand shot out and grabbed my wrist. I yelped, spinning around to find Felix standing there, his eyes fixed on me like he had all the time in the world.
“You’re not going anywhere,” he said, his smooth. My pulse spiked, but not from fear.
He released my wrist just enough to let me move forward, but not enough to escape. My back hit the wall, and suddenly there was no space between us. His presence was overwhelming—dangerous, magnetic, impossible to ignore.
“You’re acting like a brat,” he murmured, leaning closer. My breath caught as his fingers brushed a strand of hair from my face, his thumb trailing down my jawline in slow, deliberate circles. My knees felt weak, but I couldn’t step back. Not that I wanted to.
“Wh-what are you doing? Your brother is here,” I stammered, panic and heat warring in my chest.
Felix’s eyes darkened, and that low, dangerous smirk tugged at his lips. “Rocco’s leaving,” he said simply, and at the same time I heard the front door slam.
The sound seemed to shatter the last barrier of hesitation between us. Before I could think, he was closer, his body pressing against mine, every inch of him radiating heat and control. My hands went to his chest instinctively, feeling the firm muscles beneath his shirt, and he tilted his head, brushing his lips over mine in a slow, teasing kiss.
I gasped, pressing into him, the world narrowing to the curve of his lips, the hard line of his jaw, and the dangerous fire in his eyes. His hands moved with deliberate purpose, sliding over my hips, gripping me possessively as he deepened the kiss. I let out a soft moan, my fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.
He backed me gently against the wall, his body pinning mine, and I felt the hard press of him where I wanted him most. His lips trailed down my neck, his hands roaming with a mix of teasing and claim, sending shivers racing through me. Every brush of his touch, every whispered growl against my ear, left me trembling and wanting more.
“God, you drive me insane,” he murmured, voice rough and low, as he captured my mouth again, this time with a hunger that left me breathless.
My fingers grappled with the hem of his shirt, pulling it up over his head as I pressed closer, desperate for more. He groaned into my mouth, his body trembling against mine, and in that moment, I didn’t care about anything else. Not the house, or the mystery hidden within its walls. All that mattered was Felix—his heat, his scent, the dangerous promise in his kiss.
I pulled him closer still, eager for him to take what he wanted from me, and he did. His hands slipped under my shirt, his fingers tracing the lines of my ribs before dipping into my bra and skimming over my nipples, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. My breath hitched as I arched into him, needing more.
I gasped, pressing into him in search of friction against the growing heat between my legs. The world narrowed to the curve of his lips, the hard line of his jaw, and the dangerous fire in his eyes. His hands moved with deliberate purpose as they unzipped my shorts, sliding them down over my hips. I let out a soft moan as he ran his thumb over my panties, until it reached my most sensitive bundle of nerves.
He pressed firmly, just right, and I whimpered into his mouth. He made a satisfied sound against my lips, his tongue tracing my bottom lip in a teasing, possessive way that sent shivers down my spine. His middle finger snaked their way to the inside of my panties, teasing the beads of moisture that had gathered there.
“More,” I whined, bucking against his finger.
Felix’s eyes darkened, a slow, dangerous smile tugging at his lips. “You think you get to tell me what to do?” he murmured, his voice low and rough, like a promise and a threat all at once. “I decide how much you get… and when.”
Fortunately, Felix was feeling benevolent, because he pulled my panties all the way down and started finger fucking me like he was trying to claim me. Each thrust of his hand sent shocks of pleasure through me, making my entire body shiver with anticipation. I wrapped my legs around him, holding him tightly against me while he worked two fingers in and out of my pussy.
My back arched, every nerve screaming, and a frantic, desperate heat consumed me. I was trembling, gasping, clinging to him as if he were the only thing keeping me upright, and I knew I couldn’t hold back any longer. I was coming apart, teetering on the edge of everything.
