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Sienna turns, leaning against the back of the seat and part of the door since she is still facing me and eyeing me with those dark, probing brown eyes of hers.
“I can work with that,” she finally says and then sighs as she twists her body to face forward. “I believe that mutual trust is earned over time, so we’ll work on that after you’re married to my brother. All of us will.”
“Where am I heading?” Sasha’s head turns quickly to look at Sienna and then she returns her eyes to the road.
“The boys are at Raymond’s. Let’s go there. I’m texting Dad to give him a rundown.”
“Why are they at that shit hole?”
“Who the fuck knows,” Sienna answers with her head downcast and her fingers moving quickly across the screen of her cell phone.
They’re both quiet the rest of the ride, and I don’t feel the need to make conversation. Personally, I would rather them take me back to Tony’s house. From my short time spent around him, he would be levelheaded when he questions me the same way Sienna did. Domenico won’t. It’s like he looks for reasons to get in my face and put his hand around my neck.
Like you don’t like when he acts possessive, my subconscious accuses.
I’ve done everything within my power to not acknowledge that fact and it’s getting harder with every morning that I wake up in his bed. He’s not even the only one. Krishna traps me with his thick heavy leg and wraps one of his hands around my waist. I’m not even sure how I managed to get out from under them yesterday morning when I realized my period had started. I dashed out of bed like it was on fire.
I don’t know how the wedding night is supposed to go now that my menstrual cycle has decided to show up.
When we reach Raymond’s, Sasha parks in an open space in front of the door. It’s a small building with a red neon sign in cursive that just saysRaymond’sabove the door.
Walking inside, I figure out it’s a pub and my body relaxes. Even though I’m not of age to drink in America, I would have been had I stayed in Ireland after my eighteenth birthday. Something about this place reminds me of the good parts from back home that I miss.
I see Matteo and Lorenzo first. They are in the back playing a game of pool with another guy standing around their table. Looking left, I spot Domenico and Krishna sitting on stools at the bar.
Domenico is facing the bar with his back to me. While Krishna’s butt is technically on his stool, his body is facing Domenico’s. They’re as close to one another as they could be. Though Domenico denied being in an official relationship with Sasha’s brother, the term boyfriend still seems fitting for whatever he and Krishna have going on. They are both possessive over the other too.
Sienna and Sasha head to the back of the bar while I’m rooted to the ground near the entrance. Krishna sees me first, our eyes locking. His winter eyes make me think of a snowstorm as they cascade down my body and then lift slowly until he captures my stare again. His tongue darts between his lips, and it does something to me, making my stomach flutter.
As if he knows the effect he’s having on me, his lips curve into a knowing smile while his right hand sneaks across the front of Domenico’s chest, and then he wraps his hand and fingers around the side of Domenico’s neck. Krishna yanks his head in front of him, breaking our eye contact to stare into Domenico’s eyes.
In the length of two heartbeats, his light blue eyes are back on me with a smirk gracing his lips as his head descends on Domenico. Krishna takes his lips, then he presses forward as if chasing him while his eyes are locked with mine.
My core tightens as tingles shimmer down my back as I openly stare, unable to look away.
CHAPTER 19
KRISHNA
Isaw the girls when they walked in. Sasha and Si headed to the back where Ren, Matteo, and Rick are playing pool. Ciera stopped a few feet away from the entrance when her eyes landed on where Dom and I were at the bar.
The other morning after Domenico tasted her, I made him shove her fingers into her pussy again and then had him place them in my mouth the same as he’d sampled himself. I wasn’t going to be left out of that succulent pleasure.
Dom and I are as alike and equally different. Pussy is one of the things we’re alike in. I want to eat it like it’s nourishment, and tasting Ciera mixed with our own cum was like nothing I’d ever tasted. The thought of eating her out after we’ve both come inside her has plagued my mind too many times this week.
I’m not going to lie to myself. I’m not happy that Dom is getting married tomorrow, and the fact that it bothers me pisses me off more. I wasn’t supposed to care about him the way I do. I meant to scratch an itch. I thought if I fucked him enough times and he fucked me that I’d get my fill and move on.
I haven’t even quenched my thirst for him, and now I feel like I’m starving—for her.
“Who are you making a point to?” His tone is laced with irritation, but it doesn’t stop my pursuit or what he knows is coming. I tighten my grip on his neck, my thumb pressing against the center of his throat.
“Showing kitten you belong to me too.”
“Yeah. Who says I even want either of you?”
“Your dick.” I slam my lips to his, my tongue forcing its way inside like he loves for me to do. I kiss Domenico while keeping my eyes locked with Ciera’s intense yet mesmerizing emerald irises that are far too much like precious gems than I care to acknowledge.
She isn’t mine, but for whatever reason, I want her on damn near the same level that I want the man who is currently sinking his teeth into the flesh of my bottom lip. It stings and sends tingles down my spine at the same time. Pulling back, I cut my eyes to his. “Don’t fret. Your cold mask still shows you loathe both of us.”
