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I grit my teeth, recalling the charade that was our wedding. Giulia was lapping up all the attention she was getting as a bride, acting as if we were in love and this wasn’t an arrangement between two people who’d been in the same room on only three separate occasions.
I tried to concentrate on my bride and psych myself up over the idea of sleeping with her. I’m used to looking into the eyes of a woman I’m about to screw and seeing an aching need to feel my cock rammed inside her. Giulia looked right through me.
And then there was Giulia’s third bridesmaid and youngest daughter, Mia. She stood behind her older sisters clutching a small pink bouquet, looking as pissed off as I felt. No one paid the slightest bit of attention to her, but I caught her tiny eye rolls and the impatient shifting of her feet. I could also see the outline of her nipples through the thin satin of her bridesmaid gown. The design was simple and clung to her delectable body, and I couldn’t stop staring at her all through my vows. I finally got her attention, and she was so disgusted with me. Dislike burned in her eyes, and something else that I suspected she would hate to admit. That it had crossed her mind she’d like to be pushed up against a wall while I tongue-fucked her pussy.
And suddenly, I wanted to screw one of the Bianchi women. I wanted to screw her very much.
Only, it was the wrong goddamn one. If I couldn’t screw Mia, then the next best thing was to make her life hell, because that’s what I do when I’m angry.
I act like a cunt.
I send Mia the twenty-two hundred dollars I promised her. A few minutes later I get a notification that the money has been reversed back into my account.
Frowning, I send her a text.Take the goddamn money. I know you need it.
I never make 3K in a night. I’ll keep the eight hundred for the dance, but I don’t want the rest. Thank you for the gesture, I appreciate it. But I can look after myself.
The gesture? It wasn’t a gesture, it’s a promise to her that I’m not going to sit back and let dozens of skeevy men get their unworthy eyes all over her body.
I type back an angry reply.Call it whatever you want, but you’re never stripping again. I forbid it.
I smirk down at my phone. Forbid. I sound like a stepdad pulling his stepdaughter into line.
Sure, I just came in my pants while my stepdaughter was grinding in my lap, but I’m laying down the law when it matters.
My phone buzzes a moment later.I’m not going to stop working. This is the only power I have in the world and you’re not going to take it away from me. Tell Mom if you want, cause another huge fight, but she’s not going to stop me either.
Of course I’m not going to tell Giulia, but I’m not going to let other men get their eyes all over the woman I want either.
The woman I want but can’t have.
Giulia comes in and sees me sitting on the bed in just a towel. Her gaze lingers on my body, half annoyed by my presence, half interested. The last thing I need right now is to screw my wife with my head full of Mia.
“Goodnight,” I mutter, throwing my towel on the floor and sliding between the sheets.
I pretend to be fast asleep when Giulia gets into bed and puts her hand on my back.
* * *
The next dayI’m moodily wandering around a secondhand car lot, looking for a muscle car that’s been neglected so I can bring it back to life with some love, a fresh coat of paint, and an overpowered engine. If I can’t buy a repair shop then I’ll distract myself by fixing up one car at home. There’s plenty of space in Giulia’s quadruple garage, and it will give me something physical to do. I work out every day at the gym and I’m still so goddamn frustrated all day.
Maybe I should have had sex with Giulia last night. If I had, she might have fallen pregnant, and I’d be one step closer to getting what’s rightfully mine. But the thought of Mia just down the hall hearing us and being totally disgusted with herself for dancing in my lap and bringing herself to orgasm just hours earlier stopped me. Maybe I can catch Giulia while Mia’s out at her sister’s or something and screw her quickly.
I stop what I’m doing and tilt my head back with a groan. Jesus fucking Christ. What am I doing, sneaking around my stepdaughter’s back with my wife now? This is crazy. How do I get myself into these messes?
I kick a half-deflated tire. I know how I got into this mess. By becoming obsessed with my beautiful, untouchable stepdaughter. She won’t have anything to do with me if she hears me screwing her mom. She probably won’t let me ever touch her again, period, because she’s not as messed up as I am, and I shouldn’t be trying to make her that way.
But Mia’s lips.
Herbody.
The way she sasses me and then breaks into smiles.
We’re a couple of family fuck-ups together, and I wish I could scoop her up in my arms and carry her away from all this bullshit.
My phone rings and I take it out of my pocket. It’s Giulia, and I answer it. “What?”
“Lazzaro.”
