Chapter 5
The bold scent of my Toscano Antico cigar fills Raf’s office as I lay on his leather couch, feet kicked up on the arm rest, my head lying back against the other. Knowing my brother despises it, I puff out another cloud of smoke and watch it float toward heaven.
A taunting grin spreads across my lips when he peers at me through his dark brows, a snarl tugging at his lip. The beast beneath paces and I can’t help but rattle the cage. “Am I bothering you, Fratello?” I fill my mouth with another drag.
“I do not answer stupid questions. You know exactly what you are doing, Enzo.” His words do nothing but encourage me. Standing, I stride toward his desk, placing both my palms against the hard wood, sending a cloud of smoke into his face. Keeping the cigar between my lips, I smirk. “Want one?”
He snatches the burning stick from my mouth, putting it out on the back of my hand then throwing it in the trash.
I growl at the quick singe of pain but relish the burn.
“Oh, now you’ve done it. You know exactly how to turn me on.
” I step back, pulling another cigar from my inner pocket and light it up as I fall back onto the couch once again.
“When’s the new doc coming in? What was her name again? ”
He can try all he wants to be Mr. Serious, but that’s why he has me. We may only be twenty-one, but Rafael has the soul of a fucking eighty-year-old geezer. He’d shrivel up without me to keep him young.
When I found out our new doc was our age, ideas sprinted through my head. Idea number one? We’ll fuck like bunnies. Rafael can join…if I can get him to indulge.
But getting him to take a single night off to fuck some prime pussy was harder than my dick when trouble walked in.
“Doctor Lucy Sinclair,” he replies, easily finding her file in his meticulously organized cabinet.
“Graduated top of her class from Columbia at the age of only eighteen. Arden claims he knows her through philanthropic endeavors. She came highly recommended and agreed to the contract with the only stipulation being private quarters.”
“Sounds sweet and demanding, I like that.” My head falls back as I blow out two rings of smoke. My arm stretches across the back of the couch and my fingers tighten against the leather, denting the hide.
“Keep your dick far from her, Enzo.”
Snapping my head up, I gauge his sincerity and find he’s not fucking with me.
Why I thought he might be, I don’t know.
The salty fucking nut doesn’t joke. But it’s okay, I’ve got all kinds of tricks up my sleeve.
“That’s fine. I’ve got fingers, a tongue, knives, whiskey bottles, candle sticks, a baseball bat—”
“Enzo,” he silences me with a sharp snap. “Do not fuck her. Are we clear?” He glares at me through those thick brows and if I didn’t see the same expression every morning in the mirror, I might be intimidated. We’re daunting motherfuckers on a good day, but to each other? Harmless. Kind of.
“Clear as mud. I can’t fuck her, got it.
Can she fuck me? I’ve never bottomed but I’d be into it for the right person.
Can I watch someone else fuck her? What are your rules on masturbation?
What if we’re in the same room and her fingers happen to slip into her pussy?
Also, I get it, no P in the V, but what about oral?
Or,” I stand up excitedly, “hear me out—”
“For fucks sake, Enzo.” He pinches the bridge of his nose, clearly stressed.
I raise my hands in surrender. “I’ll behave, but I make no promises if she touches first. Not polite to deny a lady what she wants.”
One of our men gives a quick knock to the door and Raf calls him in. “The new doctor just arrived, sir.”
“Thank you, Quintin. See that her belongings are taken to the east wing, upstairs bedroom and keep Dante busy until you hear from me.”
Q nods and exits as Rafael stands, buttoning his black suit jacket. He pointedly ignores the glare I’m currently attacking his eyeballs with. “You’re putting her in that room?”
“It’s the only one with the privacy she has requested.”
An involuntary scoff leaves my throat. “Please, we both know you’d never agree to that little demand of hers. Are you sure it has nothing to do with the fact it’s right across from your room?”
He pins me with a nasty glare and rubs at his palm. “Are you done?”
Yup. I’m fucking right. Whether it’s his paranoia or the fact she’s young and most likely sexy as sin, whatever the reasoning, he wants to keep her close.
The nagging part of my brain wants to argue further but I don’t. I know I’ll get nowhere and only delay meeting the doc. Dirty doctor Arden wouldn’t send us anything less than brilliant and stunning; the perverted fuck loved pretty women so I know she’s bound to make my dick hard.
The question is, can she handle us? Our father’s house isn’t referred to as the House of the Devils for nothing; there are no rules or boundaries inside these walls.
Our men will touch only those who want it, or they know I’ll take their hands and use them as fucking ring stands.
However, the men who are still loyal to Dante don’t give two fucks about consent.
I made the brilliant suggestion of running my knife through those who still cling to their pesky loyalty to our father, but Rafael says we must be patient, bide our time, blah blah blah. I say we gut them all and deal with the consequences as they fall.
Either way, the new doc will have to watch herself, only the strong survive and if she can’t cut it, she’ll be out in less than a week.
We do our best to protect our girls, but revenge for harm done doesn’t negate the pain, that shit lingers.
She better be as tough as she is brilliant or she’s in for one hell of a nightmare.
As my brother and I walk side by side down the grand staircase, we find a petite brunette with large innocent brown eyes and a figure that could drop me to my knees.
When we’re on the same level as her, we find she’s not just short, she’s fucking miniature.
The girl can’t be more than five-two without heels.
My palm runs over my mouth, attempting to conceal a smile.
God, the way I could throw her around the bedroom…
Dark hair flows down her back and I’m already envisioning it wrapped around my fist. Her fair skin, sprinkled with freckles across her cheekbones, looks as if every touch would bruise.
But what catapults my dick from a chubby to an iron fucking bar in my pants…
those fucking lips. Uneven, the top a bit fuller, a small divot in the middle of her bottom lip and slightly downturned with a rebellious smear of crimson. What a sight.
“Doctor Sinclair. Welcome.” Raf reaches out, giving the siren a professional handshake…hello, 911, yeah someone shoved a stick up my brother’s ass, I’m going to need it removed A-fucking-SAP. I side-eye my brother with an are-you-fucking-serious glance.
I’m over here about to drop to my knees and beg for her to stick her fingers in my mouth and lead me around like a damned dog and he’s acting like he’s two seconds from planning a tea party.
“Mr. Alessi,” her hand pulls from his and she glances once in my direction before locking eyes with my brother again, “I imagine my quarters are prepared as discussed in our contract?”
Her stare never wavers from his, which shocks the shit out of me considering most women—and men—cower beneath his presence. Yet this dark-haired beauty doesn’t even tremble.
“They are, Doctor Sinclair. Your belongings should already be on their way.”
“Thank you,” she says, shifting those brown orbs toward me. Funny, when she was looking at Raf, the brown hue mimicked a dark caramel, glowing and warm, but now, as she challenges me, the hues fluidly shift like rolling storm clouds. Blues and greens mix with the rich, whiskey shimmer.
“And you must be Enzo,” she says, reaching out and I take her delicate hand in mine, kissing her knuckles. Her fair skin cools my lips and her mouth pops open slightly, a perfect little ‘O’, inviting me to take her lips with mine.
I can’t help but scoff. My brother’s going to have one hell of a time keeping me from her.
My fingers graze over her callused palm and my head tilts at the juxtaposition, strange for a doctor to have such roughened palms.
Her body solidifies, spine straightening at the same time I notice one of my father’s men approaching her from behind, stare glued to her ass. “What have you brought in for us?”
A growl of unwarranted possession leaves me and red flares in my periphery when his arm slithers around her waist, but before I can take him by the throat and detach his tongue from his skull, our pretty little doc has his dick in her palm, the other hand gripping his throat.
She drags him down, peering at him over her black-framed glasses.
“There are two hundred and six bones in the human body, and I know how to break every single one of them in less time than it takes you to take your morning piss. Touch me again and I’ll sever your two hundred and seventh and shove it so far down your throat all you’ll be able to do is moan my name for mercy. Understand?”
She shoves him back and he lands on his ass, cupping his junk.
Fucking hell…I’m in love.
My brother and I share a glance. I’m grinning like a boy who just saw his first pair of tits, but his jaw ripples with uncertainty.
Surely this wasn’t in the background check he pulled on her, putting herself on his radar and that’s not a good thing.
He missed her ability to land a man twice her size on his ass and I can see in the way he rubs at his palms he’s not happy.
The neurons in my brain, however, light on fire with thoughts of what else she could be capable of. I’m mesmerized by the wildness in her, the strength, and where I fucking delight in those qualities, my brother will only see it as a threat.
My head tilts, taking her in. She’s like a pretty little bird, stuck in a cage and I wonder what would happen if I were to unlock her enclosure and set her free. Better yet, what would happen if I set it on fire, giving her no other option but to fight for her life.
She straightens her skirt, then those shifting irises flash to me. “I…grew up with an older brother. I learned to defend myself,” she explains, straightening her spine. “Mr. Alessi, could you please show me where my quarters are?”
My brother takes a moment to reply, processing and filing away her explanation, most likely to pull out later when he’s trying to catch her in a lie, but he finally breaks the silence. “Please, call me Rafael. This way.” He spins on his heel and she follows, turning her back to me.
Oh, Little Doc, don’t you know to never turn your back on the devil?