Chapter 8 #3
A smile lingers on those perfect lips of hers. “Please don’t be jealous, Damiano. I worry about his safety if you notice the hickies he’s left all over my body.”
I breathe hard through my nose, glaring at her.
She is. She’s trying to wind me up. Testing me.
The trouble is, it’s working. The T-shirt she’s wearing covers her upper arms and down to her thighs.
There are no marks on her forearms or legs.
I grasp her jaw and turn her head this way and that, examining her throat. “I don’t see any hickies.”
“Thank goodness you haven’t looked very hard,” she says in mock relief. “It would make you so angry to see them.”
She tries to get out of my bed again, but I put my hand on her shoulder and push her back down. “You’re not going anywhere until I find out if you’re making this up.”
I grasp her T-shirt—my T-shirt, because she’s always stealing them—and slowly pull it up. She’s wearing tiny white briefs, and I swallow hard at the sight of them, and admire the luscious curves of her hips.
“Admit you’re making up a boyfriend before this gets embarrassing for you.”
She plays her fingers across my shoulders with a smile on her lips. “No, don’t. Stop it. I’m so embarrassed.”
I grit my teeth. She’s mocking me.
There are no hickies on her thighs or stomach. I fix her with a stern look and keep pushing her T-shirt up, waiting for the moment she cracks and tells me that she was making it up. I expose the undersides of her breasts, and all she does is pant softly and arch her back.
I should stop. This is exactly what I told her we couldn’t do. But my jealousy is a living thing, clawing at my insides.
I pull the T-shirt all the way off and toss it aside. Lucy is laying beneath me topless in nothing but a pair of white underwear. Her breasts are perfect. Pink tipped and the exact right size to fit in my palm. I examine her skin and scowl at her in triumph. “There aren’t any hickies.”
Her eyes are bright with challenge. “I’m not anyone else’s. So show me I’m yours.”
“Lucy, we can’t.”
“Why not?” She arches beneath me, and I feel every soft curve of her body against mine. “You promised me we’d be careful where others can see us. No one can see us in your bed.”
I’ve never been able to resist Lucy when she looks at me like this. Like I’m her whole world, she trusts me completely, and she’s mine and only mine.
I kiss her. A hungry, open-mouthed kiss, my tongue plunging into her mouth like my cock is aching to do. A kiss filled with frustration and yearning. And fear, because even with my eyes closed, I have one ear on my bedroom door.
No one can find out that we’re giving in to something that’s been chasing us down for years. Lucy and I can’t be together longer than a few moments, but while I have her, I’m going to enjoy every drop of her sweetness.
“Damiano,” Lucy pants against my mouth. Her red nails score fiery marks in my back. “Damiano, please.” She whispers my name with so much need as her thighs wrap around my hips.
“If I fuck you,” I whisper between kisses, “am I going to pull out and see a pretty smear of blood on my cock or not?”
Blood that means she’s all mine.
“Why don’t you find out?”
I sink my teeth into the flesh of her shoulder, making her cry out before I smother her mouth with my hand. Why can’t she just tell me? She’s driving me crazy. If this is the only way I’ll know for sure if another man has touched her, I’m jealous enough to do it.
I tug her briefs down her legs, and then grasp her thigh and slowly push it up toward her breasts, hooking her knee over my shoulder. Her pussy is spread open for me. There’s a bead of precum on the tip of my cock, and it’s in danger of dripping into her.
“Careful what kind of game you’re playing, Lucy, because I really will fuck you.” I swipe the pad of my thumb over her lips. Lucy takes my thumb in her mouth, looking me in the eye while she sucks me. Her cheeks hollow, and her wet, warm tongue curls around my flesh. A spasm goes through me.
“Oh, Jesus fucking Christ, Lucy. I want you so much.” She wants me too. She’s so wet. The head of my cock slides against her slippery sex. I’m so close to sheathing myself inside her.
We made a promise. Be patient. Be careful.
But all I can think about is her body beneath mine.
“Prove it,” Lucy whispers, rolling her hips.
I can’t take it anymore. I grasp my cock and coat it in her wetness, and then I sink into her. Not far. Just an inch. Just the tip. Not as much as I want, but as much as I dare.
Nothing has ever felt this good before. My resolve is crumbling as her inner muscles squeeze the tip of my cock. I’m going to fuck her raw, and I don’t even care about the consequences.
Lucy moans as her tight channel stretches around me. “Yes, Damiano. More.”
Suddenly, my bedroom door flies open. “Damiano, Dad said that you’re not allowed to have girls—”
My head turns fast, and so does Lucy’s beneath me.
Our sister is standing in my doorway. Ariana’s malicious smile fades, and the color drains from her face.
She thought she was going to catch me with a girlfriend in my bed.
She takes in the fact that we’re both naked and I’m on top of Lucy, her thigh hooked over my shoulder.
She can probably see every single fucking detail about what we’re doing, including that I’m an inch deep inside the woman Ariana thinks is my sister.
Ariana’s eyes nearly bug out of her head. “What the hell is happening in here?”
Lucy’s fingers tighten on my shoulders, and she looks afraid. Genuinely afraid like she hasn’t looked since she was ten.
We’re supposed to be careful, and I’ve just destroyed everything.
“I’m telling Mom and Dad.” Ariana whirls on her heel and marches away.
Lucy covers her face in horror. She breathes so rapidly that I think she’s going to have a panic attack. “Oh, God. No, no, no.”
“I’ll take care of her. It’s going to be okay,” I tell Lucy urgently, though my heart is racing with panic.
I get up and off the bed, pull on some sweatpants, and hurry after my sister. “Ariana. Ariana.”
She hasn’t got time to find Mom and Dad before I catch her, so she bolts for her bedroom and tries to slam the door in my face.
I shove it open and push my way inside. Ariana backs away from me, her expression furious and pale with shock.
I don’t want to be here any more than she wants me here, but her threat to tell our parents what she saw cannot be allowed to happen.
“I knew there was something weird about you two. I knew it. You’ve both got a screw loose. I begged Mom and Dad not to adopt a couple of traumatized street brats, and now you’re screwing. You’re brother and sister. I’m going to throw up.”
“Nothing was happening. Look at me. Nothing was happening.”
“You were naked with your dick in her. I saw everything. I want to bleach my eyeballs. There is no innocent explanation for what you were doing, so don’t even try.”
I pace up the room and back to Ariana. I could threaten her. I could pretend like I’m going to hurt her. She’s not very brave, unlike Lucy who didn’t even flinch when I stabbed a fork through someone’s tongue, or when a warehouse exploded right next to her.
I’ve worked too hard all these years for our irritating sister to mess things up for us now. “How do I make this go away? There must be something you want.”
Ariana raises her eyebrows. “You’re not even going to try to persuade me? You haven’t got one lie to gaslight me with? My eyes were playing tricks on me. She was helping you with a tight hamstring. Put some effort in, you disgusting freak.”
I clench my jaw. We were playing a game, and it got out of hand because of my jealousy. Lucy shouldn’t wind me up about other men touching her. She knows it makes me crazy. “I don’t care enough about you to convince you one way or the other. Just tell me what you want to keep your mouth shut.”
Ariana folds her arms and considers me with narrowed eyes. She’s silent for a long time while my pulse pounds in my ears. “I want a favor.”
“What favor?”
“I haven’t decided yet,” she says with a shrug.
“I’ll let you know when I think of something worth my silence.
It’s going to be good. If Mom and Dad find out about the disgusting things the two of you are up to, they’ll send Lucy far, far away.
They can’t have a dirty, shameful scandal surrounding their perfect boy. ” Her eyes widen in a taunt.
I wonder how dangerous it is to promise Ariana a favor, any favor. But this is my fault, and I have to fix it. I haven’t got any choice but to agree.
“Fine,” I say through gritted teeth. “And I have your word that you’ll keep what you saw to yourself?”
She smirks at me. “It’s interesting that you know what you’re doing is disgusting and wrong, and you’re trying to cover it up.”
I take a threatening step toward her, and she moves away with a yelp.
Her back hits her bedroom wall. Speaking in a low voice, I warn her, “You can have your favor, but if you go back on your word to me, I will make you pay. You’re my sister, and I’m not going to hurt you, but if you cross me, I will find out who you love, I will break them, and I will make you watch.
I will grind your heart under my heel. Do you understand? ”
Her face creases in fear, and she trembles as she looks up at me. “You’re a fucking psycho.”
I spread my arms and give her a cold smile. “I’m who our father wants.”
I drop the smile and slam out of her bedroom.
When I get back to my bed, there’s no sign of Lucy.
I slide my hand across the sheets and feel the warm spot left by her body.
I miss her already. I lay down in Lucy’s lingering warmth and breathe in deeply, my fingers tracing over the sheets like she’s still with me.
My fingers brush cotton, and I crumple Lucy’s underwear in my fist. Drawing them up to my face, I inhale, and groan.
Lucy.
She smells like everything I want.
I sit up, push down the waistband of my sweats, and take out my cock.
With one hand holding Lucy’s underwear to my face and breathing in her scent, I pump myself furiously.
Fast and hard and desperate. If we weren’t interrupted, I could have been making her mine right now.
I could know by now the sounds she makes.
How her face transforms in pleasure. If she’d say my name over and over or just gasp it once, her nails digging into my back. My beautiful, perfect Lucy.
I come in long, wet ribbons across my sheets.
Panting, I stare at the mess I’ve made. I wonder if she’s on the other side of this wall, doing exactly the same thing as me, feeling just as lonely and frustrated.
I sink down onto the bed with a groan.
We were caught. We nearly lost everything. We could still lose everything because I couldn’t keep a tight hold of my jealousy.
I’m already failing her.
My phone rings, and I glance at it on my nightstand. It’s Dad, no doubt wanting to talk business. He only ever calls me if it’s business. I’m going to have to pull myself together and act like this is a normal day in front of Don Carlucci, the brutal and unforgiving head of the Barone crime family.
Lucy and I will find a way to be together because we’re stronger together than apart.
I just have to stop being so fucking weak.