CHAPTER 7
I haven’t been able to stop thinking about Viola in the two days since I saw her last. Having our woman on my mind isn’t anything new, but normally I can keep going and get the tasks I have done. Not today.
Not when I need to know if she can’t stop thinking about me and my brothers.
It was like a revelation having her in our home the other night for dinner. She didn’t have to accept our invitation, though Mateo made sure to make an offer she really couldn’t refuse. I almost punched him for it, but, in the end, his methods got me what I wanted most—time with the woman I know is supposed to be ours.
I don’t give a fuck what anyone else thinks about the arrangement. There are so many facets to Viola, and she meshes with the three of us perfectly. She can be cheeky and takes Marco’s joking in stride. She can be sweet and doesn’t mind my softer side. She isn’t put off by the way Mateo holds himself apart while not backing down from him.
She’s perfect for us and I’m determined to make sure my brothers see it too. I’m pretty sure Marco is more than half in love with the woman already and I’ve been all the way there, just waiting for everyone to catch up. Mateo is going to prove to be the most difficult one to push down the path toward our future, one which isn’t shaped by power and stature, but by Viola’s love and light.
When I can’t take it anymore, I call my brother, not surprised when he answers on the second ring. Before he can say anything, I blurt out, “Marco, where’s our girl?”
“Well, hello to you too, brother,” he mocks me, his voice filled with amusement. “It’s nice to hear from you. How is your day going?”
I scoff. “I see you all the time and I know you’re watching her,” I try and keep the bitterness and jealousy over him having the job of following Viola—whether it’s to keep tabs on her or keep her safe doesn’t matter to me—out of my voice.
“I am watching her.” I roll my eyes and want to punch him when he adds with a groan, “And her sexy ass.”
“Right,” I bite out. “Where is she?”
“She’s keeping up appearances today,” he tells me, and I know exactly what he means.
Viola must be out with Fleur and is more than likely shopping. It makes me think about the other night at dinner and how she seemed detached when talking about what is expected of her and the image people have of her. She doesn’t like it, but having people underestimate her isn’t a bad thing and she knows it.
I was surprised when she revealed one of her passions to us. It was after Marco teased her about her epically long shopping trips. “I’m sure that’s all you saw when you saw me—some stupid socialite with too much money and not enough brains,” there was a challenge and level of sadness in her voice. She whispered so softly that I almost didn’t hear it, “It’s not all I am.”
I prompted her, desperately wanting to know the answer, “What else are you, Viola?”
“It doesn’t matter,” she tried to dismiss my question and my curiosity, which I could see matched in the eyes of my brothers.
“It does,” I insisted.
Viola studied us for a long time, taking the measure of each of us. My gut clenched with the thought that she would find us wanting and wouldn’t share with us whatever secret she was holding close to her heart.
“I do some graphic design on the side,” she shared biting her lip, showing nervousness she never allowed herself to display when talking about anything else. It was strange to see her so vulnerable. I wasn’t expecting her answer and I don’t think my brothers were either. She huffed and straightened her spine. “I do mostly book covers for indie authors.”
“That’s impressive,” Mateo was the one to say something first and I wasn’t the only one who was shocked around the table.
Viola beamed at our eldest brother, and I swear I could see some of his defenses crumble under the light she shown on him.
“I want to pick her up. Tell me where she is exactly,” I demand, and my brother just chuckles before hanging up on me.
I’m about to call him back and lay into him when he sends me a text with an address. After entering it into the GPS in my car, I groan loudly since the address indicates she’s at a lingerie store.
Viola is going to be the death of me.
It doesn’t take me long to make it to where she is, and I pull around the back of the store. I walk casually around the building, knowing my brother is probably laughing his ass off right now and not giving a single fuck. My eyes find my beautiful woman immediately when I step inside.
The good thing about Viola shopping in the lingerie store is her detail stays outside. I’m sure her brothers don’t want the men they pay to guard her imagining her perfect body in any of the lacy scraps they sell in a place like this.
My cock is throbbing behind the fly of my jeans thinking about it. I’m barely able to stop myself from snatching up everything in the store and buying it before insisting she give me a show. When Viola’s dark eyes look up from the rack she’s standing in front of and meet mine, her pink lips part as she gasps.
I move around the store until I’m close to her. I want to reach out and touch her, but I don’t dare. Not yet.
She hisses out the side of her mouth, “What are you doing here, Massimo?”
“I came here to pick you up, il nostro cuore,” I tell her honestly and she cuts her eyes to me.
I keep pretending like I’m shopping the rack in front of me and use it for cover to touch the soft skin of her arm. I can’t help but grin when I see the way her body reacts to me as goosebumps cover her skin.
“I can’t just leave,” she insists.
Before I can say anything, Fleur pops up on the other side of Viola, a wicked grin on her face. “Sure you can,” her best friend insists.
Viola rolls her eyes and shakes her head. “How would you explain my disappearance?”
Fleur winks, “I’ll just say you started throwing up and because you didn’t want anyone to see you, I’m going to pull around back and let you hop into the car before I take you home and drop you off so you can change and take some medicine.”
I grab Viola’s hand and give it a squeeze as I send a grateful look to Fleur. “I’m parked out back. I’ll be waiting for you.”
I don’t give Viola time to protest, I slip away and head out the front door without looking back. I don’t want to draw attention to the fact I was talking to her, and I definitely don’t want to give her any room to try and tell me the plan is shit.
I need to get her back to our home, and this is as good a way as any.
I don’t have to wait long, my car idling in the alley, before the back door opens and Viola races out. She practically dives into my passenger seat like she’s in the middle of a spy film. The way her eyes sparkle with mischief has me grinning and falling even more for the feisty woman.
I gun it and peel out of the alley, not caring about the cover story and only focused on getting Viola where she belongs. She hums along to the radio as she looks out the window and watches the world go by. She seems to get lighter the farther we go.
The moment I’m parked, I shoot out of the car and am around to her side, wrenching the door open and scooping her, our heart, up and over my shoulder. As she lets out a little squeal, she slaps my ass, and I can’t help but laugh.
I stride inside and don’t stop until I’m in the living room where I dump Viola onto the couch and then follow her down, covering her body with my own. Her eyes are shining with laughter as she looks up at me and I’m lost there—in the moment and in her eyes. My lips meet hers before I’ve even realized that I’ve closed the distance.
The way her soft lips part for me as a little moan escapes, one I swallow down just like I want to with all her pleasure, has my cock throbbing. Her legs wrap around my waist, and she grinds against my hard length.
I rip my mouth from hers, panting with the exertion it’s taking me not to come in my pants. “Fuck,” I growl, “you’re so fucking sexy, Viola. I couldn’t stay away another day.”
“Oh yeah?” There’s a challenge in her eyes as she rocks her hips against mine, seeking friction. “Why’s that?”
“I’ve been dreaming of burying my cock in your tight little pussy since I was buried in you the last time. I can’t stop remembering the way your body begged for my cum,” my words are husky and filled with desire.
“Then you should undress me.” She bites her lip as she looks up at me from underneath her lashes.
I stand so quickly that it makes me a little lightheaded, pulling her with me and almost ripping her clothing from her body. I roll her shirt up and spin her around, my eyes raking over every inch of her exposed skin. I use her shirt to blindfold her and then kiss along her shoulder, nipping and licking as I go.
The taste of her explodes on my tongue and I know I need more. I need to have the taste of her passion on my lips, and I need to make her come all over me before I bury my cock inside her.
When I push her back down onto the large couch, she sinks into the cushions, as she smiles. I move away from her and grab a pair of noise canceling headphones and then cover her ears with them before I strip my clothes.
The way Viola’s breathing picks up, the rapid little pants which coincide with the rise and fall of her chest, makes pre-cum leak from the tip of my dick. I wrap my fist around the base of my shaft and give it a squeeze before I stroke myself a few times, content with just soaking up the vision in front of me for a moment.
When I drop to my knees and grip Viola’s thighs to spread her open for me, her breath hitches. It’s a beautiful sound. I stare at her pussy, watching as she gets wetter and wetter. The anticipation between us builds with every moment she’s trapped without the two senses she relies on the most, unable to use them to find out what I’m doing or when I’ll be doing it.
My teeth nipping at the inside of her thigh is the only warning she gets before I latch my mouth onto her pussy and fucking feast. She tastes even better than she did the other night. As I growl against her wet flesh, telling her how much I love the treat she’s giving me, her moans are loud in the room.
Her back is arched as she thrashes against the back of the couch, and I grip her body hard to hold her in place. I desperately want to make her come and it doesn’t take long. When I bite down on her clit, she jolts upright and almost bucks off the couch as she screams.
The front door opens and my head snaps toward it to find Marco walking in with a spring in his step. He wiggles his eyebrows at me before a look of awe comes over his face as he takes in Viola. She’s melted back against the couch, her breathing labored and her skin flush with her pleasure.
I let go of her all at once and move backwards, my touch leaving her completely and causing her to whimper. When I sit down next to her, her head snaps in my direction and I grin even though she can’t see me.
“I need you to fuck me,” her voice is louder than it would normally be since she can’t hear herself talk.
Marco chuckles as he takes a seat in the large club chair across the room. I direct the question to my brother though I can’t tear my eyes away from Viola, “You want in on this?”
“I just want to watch,” Marco insists and it’s all I need to hear.
I grip Viola’s hips and position her on my lap, so her back is against my front. With one hand I grip the base of my cock and with the other I move my woman until her entrance is poised above the tip. When our skin meets, I pull her down until I’m balls deep inside of her and we groan in unison at how fucking good it feels.
I’m not going to last. She’s too hot and too fucking tight. She must be experiencing the same desperation and need I am because she starts bouncing on my dick, loudly moaning every time she’s filled. Her nails dig into my thighs as I tighten my grip on her and help her move faster and harder.
I slide one hand up her body as I start to thrust upward, grabbing one of her tits as I pinch and tease her hard nipple.
“Fuck, Massimo,” her words are slurring together, and I can feel her pussy fluttering around my shaft. She’s fucking close again and I know she’s going to pull me over with her. “Just like that. Fuck,” she keens. “More,” she gasps.
I pinch her nipple harder before releasing her and sliding my hand up to wrap around her throat. I hold her in place and start hammering upward, making her gasp and shake with each movement. When she stills and then screams, she gets wetter as her walls strangle my dick.
My balls draw up as I power through her orgasm, loving the way she comes undone for me. I look over our woman’s shoulder and take in the way Marco is enamored with her. The same way I am.
The thought of her really being mine, ours, is what sends me over the edge.
I slam into her one more time, pure fucking bliss taking over my body as I shoot my load deep inside Viola’s pussy. She slumps back against me, and I start to rub my hands all over her body. Soothing her, showing her.
When our breathing normalizes and my softened cock slips free of her pussy, I reach up and pull the headphones off her head and then her top. Viola freezes as she locks eyes with Marco who is grinning at her before he winks.
“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life, princess,” he praises her, and I smile at the way she blushes. Marco stands up and crosses the room before placing a kiss on her forehead. It’s sweet and so unlike Marco, even I’m a little surprised. “Thanks for the show, it’s definitely going in my spank bank.”
Viola giggles as Marco leaves the room and I shift us to cradle our woman, our heart, against my chest and give her everything I should have after the time we spent together in Club Sin. I’m not sure if I can get her to agree to stay the night, and I’m not sure how Mateo would react to it if she does stay.
I might not be able to get her here permanently yet, but I will. Soon.