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With his hand around my neck, he forced my back against the wall, slammed his mouth onto mine, and split my lips with his tongue.
The elevator doors opened. Deidre’s laughter floated into the room.
Marco growled and rested his forehead against mine. “It’s dangerous to tease me with violence, topolina.”
Without a shirt, Orlando stumbled into the living room and crashed onto the couch. Emilio followed Deidre into the room. She had a towel wrapped around her hips. The pink sunglasses on top of her head matched her pink bikini top.
“Sounds like you had fun at the pool,” I said, slipping out from Marco’s arm.
“We did.” Deidre slumped onto the couch next to Orlando. “What’s next?” she asked him.
He leaned forward and ran his fingers through his windblown hair. “That’s it for us. No rest for the wicked. Duty calls.” He turned to Emilio. “What time is the party?”
Emilio flipped his phone over and pulled up his messages. “Nine, but we probably should plan to arrive after ten.”
“See you later, patatina.” Orlando tugged her hair, then he and Emilio headed toward the elevator. “I’m going to grab a shower and take the edge off,” he said to Emilio. “I haven’t been laid in a few weeks. With all the stimulation, my dungeon name will be the one-minute man.”
Deidre stood with her towel clutched in her hand as the elevator doors closed. “Are you fucking serious?”
I crossed the room and wrapped my arm around her. “They have to work, Dee.”
She shrugged my arm off. “I’m not stupid. They’re going to a party to get their dicks wet.” She stomped across the room and picked up her clothes.
I knew how she felt, the tightness in her chest, the burn in her heart, and the tumble in her belly. Orlando and Emilio would do whatever was required to get information on Luca.
“Orlando is here to work,” Marco said with a dismissive finality as he thrust the hotel tablet at me. “Get housekeeping up here.”
I opened the app on the tablet.
Deidre chewed her lip, and her face pinched as tears gathered in her eyes. “I want to go home.”
“Timoteo will take you,” Marco said.
“Good.” She ran from the room with her clothes.
I dropped my arms to my sides. “Marco?”
His gaze lifted to mine, and one of his thick dark brows rose in question.
“She’s upset.”
“Fuck, Allegra. They’ve spent the afternoon together trashing the suite, swimming, and eating.”
“They had the munchies.”
His mouth pulled into a hard line. “Are you telling me my brother is getting your sister high?”
“Last time, she was the one getting them high. It’s not a big deal.” I wrapped my arms around his waist. Getting high with Orlando was far less dangerous than sitting in her room on the computer.
“She’s a distraction. Orlando will do whatever is necessary, including fucking his way through the BDSM community to find the submissive Tinker.”
“I’ll talk to her,” I said. “She won’t understand. She’s hurting.”
He lowered his lips to mine and kissed me.
Deidre flung open the bathroom door. “Tim! I’m ready.”
Maybe she was more pissed than hurt. Like me, Dee had been gifted with the Jilani gene for flare and dramatics.
