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“Don’t be ridiculous.” The words tumble from my lips when I look back at Elian who doesn’t look at all like he’s joking. “You’re serious?”
“Oh, I’m deadly fucking serious,” he answers in a husky growl.
Fine. He wants me to show off for his brother. This is his funeral.
I slip the straps over my shoulders, but before I can allow the material to fall, Elian’s hand grips my wrist, and he presses it against my breasts. There’s no hint of a bra, and his glare burns right through me. From the corner of my eye, I notice Ahren shaking his head, his smirk still firmly in place as he picks up his cutlery.
“I didn’t say we could eat yet,” Elian’s voice cuts through the air, and Ahren glances up to arch a brow at his brother. My dress, still firmly in place, covers me, but the way Elian is watching me, I may as well be naked. “This naughty girl …” Elian traces a slow, white-hot path over my shoulder with his fingertip, tugging the straps back up, leaving goosebumps to explode over my skin. “She was in my classroom, showing off her wet panties.” In an attempt to taunt me, he circles my nipple over the material gently before moving onto the other. They’re hardened peaks, and I know Elian’s rock hard because he shifts on his seat.
When he leans in close, his warm breath fans over my neck, causing me to shiver. His touch trails lower. My stomach tumbles wildly as I watch Ahren sit back, enjoying the show. The way his gaze burns me tells me our friendship is so much more.
“Now, you’re going to eat your dinner like a good girl and then I’m going to show you just what naughty teases get when they misbehave.” The illicit promise that skitters over my skin in a hushed whisper makes me squirm in my seat.
Elian sits back, picking up his cutlery, and both men settle into their meal, leaving me needy and frustrated. My appetite is raging, but it’s definitely not for the food in front of me. But I behave and pick up the knife and fork before digging into the delicious dinner.
The risotto is probably the best I’ve ever tasted, and the grilled vegetables along with the beef have me moaning as the flavors of rosemary has my tastebuds tingling. Everything seems to melt on my tongue, and I can’t help but groan in pleasure.
“If you keep that up, I’ll have to put you on the table and devour you. I’m sure Ahren won’t mind,” Elian warns under his breath, but it’s loud enough for his brother to hear.
“I’d like to know more about our pretty girl. Remind me again where you’re from. Miami, am I right?” Ahren asks suddenly, causing both Elian and I to snap our gazes toward him.
“Yes, born and raised,” I tell him, feeling Elian stiffen beside me. His hand on my thigh tightens, as if he’s warning me of something, but I’m not sure what.
“Mm …” Ahren’s dark stare flicks to his brother. Silent questions dance in his eyes as they regard each other. It’s strange—the interaction is almost as if they’re reading each other’s minds.
“What?” I find myself asking, glancing between the men, but neither of them says anything. “If you won’t tell me, I’ll leave.” I push the chair back, causing a loud screech along the tiles before I turn for the exit.
I don’t make it out of the dining room when hands snake around my waist, lifting me against a hard body I know is Elian. He spins on his heel, causing me to face Ahren who’s seated, watching the display.
Elian stalks to the table where he puts me down and grips my shoulders. I’m leaning back against the smooth wooden surface, and Elian is looming over me, causing me to want to scoot back.
His hands are on me in the next second, one gripping my neck, holding me in place, while the other snakes down between my thighs, and he finds what he’s looking for. My panties, which are wet.
“Did you like showing off to me like that?” he questions as embarrassment takes hold of me. I can’t answer though because his confident fingers explore my center, and I’m hyperaware that his brother is inches from me.
“Fuck you, Elian Donati,” I bite out. He grins at me as he hovers over me. Ahren can’t see anything, but embarrassment still heats my cheeks.
“Did you want to show Ahren what’s mine?” His voice is low, gravelly as it vibrates through his chest. Tears spring to my eyes as his hand taunts me. Dipping inside me, he finger-fucks me on the table while the dark stare to my left watches.
“No.” My voice is croaky, but I finally voice my response to him. “I don’t.”
