Page 92 of Thin Lines (Donati Bloodlines 2)

“Impossible,” she mumbled.

Like us, he thought.

“You’re good for me, Emma,” Calisto said, holding hertighter. “And that’s good enough for me. Nobody said that was bad.”

Emma let out a quiet breath, shifted her weight onhim, and then her hand was reaching down to grasp the base of his cock. All ofCalisto’s thoughts were lost the moment Emma lowered her hips and took his cockin again.

She was hot all over. Breathless already. Trembling inher thighs.

It made him fucking high.

“But it is bad,” she said from above as she rode him.“We are, Cal. All of this is.”

“I still don’t care, Emmy.”

Her gaze found his.

“Me, either.”

Calisto couldn’t find it in himself to be mad at hislover when he woke up alone in bed the next morning. Emma still had to play herpart. She couldn’t be with him in the morning while her husband slept off hisdrinking, one floor down.

It still burned Calisto from the inside out.

It wasn’t her fault.

Calisto made the choice, after all. He’d chosen her. Hehad allowed himself to become attached to and love someone who wasn’t free. Theconsequence of that was a heavy heart, a cold morning, and an empty bed.

His pain was by his own cause.

But it was his choice to make.

Emma was worth it.

Simple as that.

Calisto made sure to get up and get out of the housebefore Affonso stumbled his drunk ass out of bed.

There would be another time.

Emma said it.

Calisto would make sure of it.

Emma

Emma kept her gaze on the book in her lap, pretendinglike there wasn’t an argument going on across the room. She had become terriblygood at acting like she didn’t hear.

Calisto watched her out of the corner of his eye whilehe argued on with Affonso.

She was too focused on Calisto to care about theirfight.

His anger. The tightness of his jaw. Searingsoul-black eyes.

The two men were not the same. They might have sharedblood, but their hearts were entirely different. One man never let her out ofhis sight when he was nearby. The other acted like she didn’t exist.

This was what it was like, she realized, to be in lovewith someone she couldn’t have.

Calisto Donati would never be hers.