Chapter 7 Luka
Luka
The guarded woman who walked into the kitchen earlier is long gone. This version is relaxed and utterly enchanting. I wonder if my brother has seen this side of her. Somehow, I doubt it.
From the videos of the wedding I saw on social media, footage Fina failed to take down, it was pretty fucking obvious Chiara Farucci did not want to be there. To be fair, Angelo had not looked happy about it either, but because he’s a good little soldier, he accepted his fate.
The only people who seemed delighted by the whole debacle were our father, Vivian Farucci, and the priest.
Chiara’s helpless laughter is like music to my ears. She’s so relaxed she hasn’t noticed her spaghetti strap has slipped off a tanned shoulder, or that if she turned to face me, her tit would probably fall out of her top.
I’ve noticed, of course. My dick’s noticed too. Luckily, she’s oblivious. The solar lights Fina strung up have lost their brightness now that midnight has been and gone.
“I like you,” she tells me once her giggles fade away.
I smile, my mind a little cloudy from the weed. If I stretched out my hand, I could touch her golden skin. Are her thighs as silky smooth as they look?
My imagination paints a picture whereby I roll off my lounger and kneel between her legs, parting them as she gasps in shock. I can almost hear her breathy moans as I pull down her shorts and taste her sweet cunt.
My dick throbs uncomfortably, but she’s too busy staring out into the darkness with a sappy grin on her face. I resolve to roll more joints for her. God knows she needs to have a bit of fun in this fucking mausoleum. If my brother has his way, she’ll be pregnant in no time.
I’m jealous.
I wish she were mine.
But I erase that thought before it can take root in my brain.
“I like you too, cutie,” I tell her with a killer smile. “Maybe we can be naughty together more often.”
She chuckles softly. “Are you the black sheep of the family, Luka?” She asks in a husky voice.
I smirk. She has no fucking idea.
“Angelo’s the golden boy. Fina’s Daddy’s Little Girl, and I’m his mistake.
” I can’t help the bitterness that creeps in at the end, but I smile brightly to mask my unhappiness.
“But that’s okay because I get way more freedom than my half siblings do.
While Angelo is pretending to be a legitimate businessman and Fina is cleaning up all the family messes, I am free to have fun. ”
“And what’s your idea of fun?” She shifts until she’s lying on her side facing me. Her tits press against her too small top. I hold my breath, praying she doesn’t notice how close she is to exposing them. Fuck me, she has great tits. Plump as ripe peaches with perky little nipples.
If I squint hard enough, I can see the edge of one nipple. It’s dusky pink.
My mind drifts off as I wonder if her pussy is the exact same shade of pink.
“Luka?” Her amused voice breaks through my lustful thoughts, and I grin.
“Sorry.” Not sorry. Her gaze drifts across my chest, lingering on my abs before dropping a little lower. Her eyes widen when she sees I’m hard, but instead of acting all embarrassed, she smirks.
“That looks a little uncomfortable,” she says.
I huff out a laugh. “Yeah.” A better man would apologize for being a pervert, but not me. She’s smoking hot and I’m only human. And also stoned.
“Weed makes me horny.” I shrug unapologetically, and she chuckles again.
“Not me, then.” I hear the disappointment in her voice as she rolls away.
Against my better judgment because this is my brother’s wife and I know there are cameras out here, I reach out and touch her arm.
“If I weren’t concerned my brother would castrate me for touching you, I’d be doing a lot more than fantasizing about your tits right now.”
She turns back to face me again, a faint smile back on her lips. Blue eyes sparkle in the half-light. “And what makes you think I’d let you touch me?”
“Are you saying you don’t want me, cutie?” I pout in fake disappointment.
“I’m not saying anything of the sort,” she laughs.
Then her amusement fades. “But we both know I’m off-limits to the male population until…
” She breaks off, and I don’t miss the look of determination in her eyes.
My feisty little cutie is already planning a jailbreak.
I’d wager my offshore bank account on it.
Her eyes skitter down my chest again. Hot damn, I want her, and I know she wants me.
“Fuck,” she groans. “I really need to get fucking laid.”
“Happy to help,” I quip. Never has a truer word been spoken. I’d sell my soul to the devil himself to sink my cock into this woman. She’s everything I never knew I wanted. The fact she’ll never be mine is the universe’s way of fucking me over again.
Chiara rubs her eyes and huffs out a sigh. “Ugh, I better go before I do something we’ll both regret.” She drags herself off the lounger and stumbles away, leaving me aching and feeling like a kid who woke up to a sack full of coal on Christmas Day.