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LORENZO
When Domenico made his threat clear to Sasha, I was torn between telling him to get on with it or beating his ass, so I bolted from where I’d just been pissant fighting with my sister to snatching my wife’s wrist and dragging her out of the kitchen. She complained until we were out of earshot and then not a peep out of her all the way up the stairs and down the hallway to my bedroom.
Stepping inside, I yank her past me and slam the door closed. Not giving her a chance to retreat, I launch myself forward, wrapping my hand around her throat and then jerk her to me without effort.
“You seriously did that, Sash? A Twitter announcement for the fucking world to read?” Spittle flies from my mouth but I couldn’t care less. I’m pissed. I’m angry. I want to throttle the woman in front of me, even if she is the most beautiful creature I’ve ever laid my eyes on, because make no mistake about it, she is.
“Why do you care if Matteo’s mommy is upset? Boo-fucking-hoo, Ren.”
“I don’t give fuck about De Salvo or his mother. You aired Caputo business. You’re a Nikolayev,” I spout the obvious. Her cheeks blushing is the only sign that tells me she knows what she did was wrong. She was brought up in this life. You run your mouth, you die. It’s that simple. “Whatever this shit is between you and my sister stops now. You two don’t even know each other. How is it you both hate the other so goddamn much?”
She locks her jaw and hardens her stare to mask what’s behind her clear-blue eyes. Bitch wants to take that route, then so be it.
“Get on your knees,” I order, and like I knew would happen, a fire ignites behind those hypnotic glacier irises as they darken a smidge in color. If I knew how to break my ice queen, I would have already done it by now, but since I’m still clueless, I do the only thing that works with her. I fuck her.
When she doesn’t comply, I release the hold I have on her throat and push her to the carpeted floor. Her eyes cut up to mine, locking me in sight as her tongue juts out, wetting her luscious lips. My hardening dick thickens faster.
She reaches up with both hands to undo my jeans, but when her fingers are inches from the denim, I snatch her chin between my thumb and forefinger. “Did I say you could touch my dick?”
She smirks, making me wish I had my blades on me. “It belongs to me. I’ll touch my cock whenever I want,” she sasses.
“Nah, bitch. You never took delivery. My ring isn’t on your finger as proof. Pretty sure the ink on those papers washed off,” I throw in her face, making her wince like I stabbed her in the heart, but I know better. She’d have to love me first, and if she did, then she would have already been here. She’s two years past the expiration date.
“You don’t wear a fucking ring either, so do not start that bullshit wit—”
I shove my thumb between her lips to shut her up. “Suck it like it’s the dick you want so badly.”
Her lips firm around my digit, locking me in her grasp, then her sweet as sin tongue swirls around my flesh. My already solid cock jerks, and I swear it swells even more for her, wanting her, needing her in any way I can get. Lucky for him, I’m more pissed off, so my brain is in charge of this little rendezvous.
Her eyelids lower, showing me her blonde lashes as she concentrates on the task she is knocking out of the fucking park. It’s taking everything in me not to come in my pants as she sucks my thumb.
“Pull your dress down, baby.” Snapping her eyes open, her mouth slacks as her lips try to smirk around my finger.
Doing as I instructed, she pushes the straps over her shoulders, and as they come down her arms, the top slips from her naked breasts, giving me an even more beautiful sight. There is no other body in the world that I could love more than the one kneeling in front of me. Nor is there another woman I want to cherish and spill her blood while doing it.
Leave it to me to fall in love with the enemy’s daughter. But is she, though? My father and hers didn’t act like men who were rivals last night.
When her dress pools around her knees, I say, “Play with yourself. Let me watch you work yourself up over me, Sasha.” I unbutton my jeans and pull the zipper down, then run my palm over the side of her neck until my fingers reach the back of her head. Gripping the straight strands, I pull them taut, fisting them like I love to do.
“Ahh,” she breathes out in a shallow moan as she touches herself.
“That feel good?”
“Your mouth would feel better,” she replies, making my mouth water at the thought of the delicious essence between her thighs.
“Yeah, yours would too,” I admit as I yank her face forward, burying it in my crotch. As I buck my hips, rubbing my dick on her, my eyes start to flutter, imagining her lips around me. Fuck, I need her. It’s pathetic how dire that need is, like I’d drown or wither away without her touch.
“Slip two fingers inside your pussy, Sasha,” I request as my eyelids pop back open to look down at her stunning form. I pull her face away from me so I can watch like the greedy bastard that I am. “Pump them hard and fast. Do it like I do.”
Another moan slips past the small opening between her lips.
Going down to my knees, mirroring Sasha on the opposite side, I keep one hand in her hair, fisting the strands, and palm her tit with the other. “Don’t stop fucking my pussy,” I say, emphasizing whose it is. Bending farther, I lick her nipple before wrapping my lips around it, sucking her flesh into my mouth.
“Fuck, Ren.”
Releasing her, I pepper soft kisses up her chest, her neck, and then her chin until I reach her lips. Forcing my tongue inside her, I flick her tongue ring. Like the ink that covers various places on her body, the piercing was another rebellious thing she did years ago to try to get a rise out of her father. I don’t know if she achieved her goal, but I smiled so goddamn big the first time I saw it. Not going to lie, it was hot, but even better is that it feels like heaven when my dick is inside her mouth.
Her body gyrates as she pumps in and out of herself, trying to get herself off. She sucks my bottom lip between her teeth and she bites down as she pulls back.
Palming the front of my crotch, she whispers, “Jesus, Ren, let me have it already. Your cock is so hard, it’s trying to push through the zipper.”
Standing back to my full six-one height, I look down, grabbing her chin back between my fingers, applying pressure. Not enough to cause any more bruises on her gorgeous face, but enough to hold her attention. At least my sister got in enough shots last night that Sasha didn’t overtake the fight completely. I’m still torn between what happened and who I was rooting for. My twin has always had my loyalty, but Sasha is my person. In the end, I’m glad she won, but I still hate that my sister lost her first real fight.
Grabbing her wrist, I throw her hand off me.
“I’d rather endure blue balls than let your mouth wet my dick,” I lie, my tone cruel. “Consider that payback for what you did.” Releasing her, I walk out as I zip myself back up, leaving her on her knees in my bedroom, or now our bedroom.
Fuck, I’m going to regret this.
