“I’m here because I want to be.” She nodded. “You’re here for yourself and you can leave for yourself.” Cara let me return to my room before letting Luciano and Lys know I was back. Cara was right. I had lost the reason I was here. Was it just because I liked the sex and the desire that Luciano of
ROSALINE I took out the best swimsuit I had brought along and put it on. The padded bikini top made my breasts look fuller and the high waist bottom accentuated my waist. I had never had the chance to wear it back in New York with dozens of Cosa Nostra men ogling at me, but here I could be myself,
“Your brother is the only one engaged to be married.” Her eyes widened, and she shifted toward me. “So, you’re not ?” Seeing me shake my head, she squealed, “I’m rooting for you and my brother. I sincerely believe you both look amazing together.” “Hold up,” I said, chuckling. “Don’t get your hopes
Again… what after Luciano? *** LUCIANO I was signing the papers for our alliance with the Callahans when my phone rang. A bartender from the local pub had said that my brother had gone unconscious at the bar. It was surprising, given the timing. Pietro was never a day drinker and he had never bee
LUCIANO When I came back, the cottage was empty, but then I noticed the flame flickering on the beach and the faint sounds of laughter. Lys had done it again—a party in my absence; despite knowing how much I disliked the few of the men she called friends in Maine. I had never assessed a curfew for
Lys hurried toward the barbeque station and tried to gather the boxes and I snapped, “Just leave them here. I’ll have Daeron clean this place up.” I extended a hand toward Rose and she took it. I hoisted her to her feet and asked, “You okay?” She nodded. “Tipsy.” The way I looped a hand around Ros
At the slightest graze of her teeth, a groan tore through the back of my throat. There was no arguing about how much she enjoyed this. Giving me a blowjob was a game for her because she held my cards in her hands. Her hands and mouth established a subtle rhythm as they worked on me—stroking and lick
“Are you hurt?” I asked, moving my arm under her head. Within moments, the room filled with her breathy laughter. “I’m convinced that we have some sort of magnetism toward floors.” I dropped my body to the ground and shook my head. “We end up making out on basically anything that’s not a mattress o