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His scoff hits the breeze as he moves forward, walking away from me and deeper into the park.
“Gavino!” I yell at his back, watching him walk away. “You’re just going to leave me here?”
He pauses, his hands tucked into his suit jacket. “Just give me a minute, Beverly. Walk around the gardens or something. I’ll find you later.”
Now I’m the one that scoffs, my hands slapping down at my sides. With a quick glance at the people around me, I turn in place, walking toward one of the adjacent gardens as Gavino said.
This night couldn’t possibly have gone worse.
On that thought, I’m grabbed and jerked backward, a palm slapped around my mouth as I’m tugged into the shrubs.
Chapter Ten
BEVERLY
My heart thuds in my chest, ringing in my ears as my fingers dig into the hand covering my mouth. It takes my brain a minute to figure out the same thing my body already has, the soft smell of vanilla and bergamot softening my limbs as his breath warms the shell of my ear.
“Facile, sono io.”Easy, it’s me.
The soft gravel of his voice vibrates against my back, rumbling along my skin to raise gooseflesh in its wake. I settle back into him, welcoming his warmth as he presses us back into the shadows of the surrounding shrubbery. The fingers that were previously clutching in panic are now sliding over his skin, settling onto the forearm he has rested against my collarbone.
“What are you doing here?” It’s barely a whisper, my heart hammering over the thought of Gavino walking back this way.
“I had to take Viva out for dinner.” I feel the sneer as he continues, “It makes sense now why the restaurant already had a reservation held for us, I’m assuming Gavino made one for you two tonight?”
I nod rather than giving him another whispered answer, my face shifting on autopilot as his lips skim the sensitive flesh of my throat.
“Why did he leave you?” One of his hands presses against my side, fingers bumping along the side of my breast. His lips press to my jaw, tongue swiping along my skin to taste me. “Come ha potuto allontanarsi da una persona bella come te?”How could he walk away from someone as beautiful as you?
I turn to face Remy, my head tilted back as he gazes down at me, honey dripping over every freckle. My pulse skyrockets, the want to blurt out that I’m pregnant sitting heavy on my tongue, but I shove it down, locking it away.
“He’s angry and he has a right to be.” I won’t go into details, because even I know I’m already riding a slippery slope where Remy is concerned with my current relationship with his brother. Let alone the newest development of secrets and schemes.
His palms have fallen to my hips but one rises now, thumbing my bottom lip. “I can’t imagine any of his reasons are good enough.”
I smile, his fingers dusting along my jaw before sinking into my hair. “You wouldn’t.”
My breath whooshes from my chest as I’m spun, my back pressed against the stone wall at my back. “I’m done talking about my brother.” His head dips, lips brushing mine with every word. “We only have a short time and I’m not wasting any more of it.”
My fingers dig into the fabric of his dress shirt at the press of his lips, my tongue licking the burnt sugar from behind his teeth. The smell of him, the taste of him, the feel of him; it’s all comforting to my confused mind. I let him pull me in as he always does, let him distract me from the pressure of what’s going on in my world. His knee pushes my legs apart, my dress dragging up my thighs with the motion. The hand in my hair tightens, and I know that it’s all falling from my carefully done updo. I can feel the strands as they tickle along my bare shoulders.
His lips break from mine to trail over my jaw, pressing to my ear at the same time his hand drops between my thighs.“Calma il mio cuore, non vuoi essere trovato.”Calm my heart, you don't want to be found.
The soft warning barely registers before he grabs my ass, my back jolted up higher on the wall and his hips pushed between my thighs as I stifle a surprised gasp. My legs wrap around his waist on instinct, my dress pulled high so that the red lace of my underwear flashes between us. Remy’s eyes drop to the thin fabric, the cut of his jaw hard and eyes dark as they flick back up to mine. A hand leaves my hips, his stance adjusting a tad so that it can trace the curve of my thigh.
“You wore these for my brother?” he questions, a hint of murder lacing every syllable, the thick, rough pads of his fingers skimming my clit through the red lace. A quiet pant slips from my lips, his head dropping so that our noses brush. “Were you going to let him see them tonight,cuore mio?”
My heart thumps so hard in my chest, I’m sure he can feel it pressed so close. Guilt gnaws at my gut, but it’s quickly replaced by the sharp ache of need as he presses harder on the tight bundle of nerves. My mouth opens, gaping as I fight to keep enough thought in my head to give him an answer—a safe answer. “Heismy fiancé.”
My hips shift against his hand, my panties damp with my gathering slick as he continues the slow, torturous circling on my clit.
“For now.” His tongue slips between my lips before I can even consider asking him what he means, tangling with mine as he moves to unzip his trousers. His dick is hard, the tip weeping and warm where it presses against my thigh. My panties are shoved to the side, his knuckles brushing along my wetness. One of my hands braces on his thick shoulder, the other brushing along the short hair at his nape.
His hips grind against me, the thick head of his cock pressing into my inner thigh as his fingers sink inside of my pussy. My lips break from his on a gasp, the back of my head rubbing against the sharp wall at my back as he licks and sucks a wet path along my throat. My dress catches on the stones with each thrust of Remy’s hand between my thighs, my pussy dripping down his fingers as I bite my lip to keep quiet, tiny moans leaking through my teeth. I can hear the sound of others talking and walking around the park, and the honks and engines of cars in traffic. It adds an air of excitement to each secret touch we share, the thought of being caught thrumming my blood with adrenaline.
“What would my brother think if he found us like this? Hmmm?” Despite myself, my pussy clenches around his fingers at the question, my chest rising and falling in quick, unhindered breaths as one of his dimples winks at me from his cheek. “Do you think yourfiancéwould be man enough to fight me? To defend your honor?” With each jerk of his fingers, my pussy makes wet slapping sounds, his breath hot on my lips as he goads me with his questions. “Or would he run with his tail tucked between his legs?”
When I don’t answer with anything but a pained grunt, he hooks his fingers inside of me, his lips smothering the moan that tries to escape my lips. He shifts us, his tongue running along the seam of my teeth as the head of his dick presses to my dripping slit. Our eyes lock as he presses up, splitting my pussy wide with his cock, his palms gripping my hips to stabilize our new position.
