Chapter 35 #2
“Want a taste, Fratello?” Enzo says, challenging me to act on what I’ve been denying myself.
Because I can fuck a woman. Make a woman choke on my cock, savor the taste of a sweet pussy, but to kiss a woman on the lips…it’s something I do not do. It is a vulnerable attachment I’ve never desired to form.
Until her.
My mind wants to deny her, but when she faces me, lips swollen from my brother’s kiss, pupils overtaking her irises, porcelain cheeks stained with a soft pink, my resolve cracks enough to take a bite.
My fingers dip into the glass and I pull out a single ice cube, she watches intently before inhaling sharply as I bring the ice to her skin, letting the liquid pool in the little divot between her collar bones before running it up the column of her neck.
Before the taste vanishes, I lean in and collect the liquid with my tongue, tasting her soft flesh mixed with the strong whiskey.
Utter fucking bliss.
“Rafael,” she moans and I fight the urge to lay her down right here in this booth and fuck her while my brother watches. Instead, I lick from that divot, up her neck, before placing a soft kiss under her ear.
“What did you think of the whiskey?” I ask. I’ve given up on keeping my distance tonight. If all I have is one night with her, I’m going to fully explore whatever she’s willing to give.
“N-Nice. I-It was nice,” she admits, and Enzo and I share another look, fully proud of the stuttering mess we’ve made of her. I’d love to see what other mess we can make but before we can continue, our food arrives.
Enzo inhales his, per usual, while I savor each bite but Lucy, she tentatively tastes a single bit from each dish. Letting out sighs and delicious moans as she explores the culinary masterpieces our chefs have created.
The sounds she makes only worsen the stiffening of my cock and I adjust myself multiple times. Of course, Enzo notices my discomfort, smirking and shaking his head with a disguised chuckle.
Bastardo.
When the waiter clears our plates, Lucy leans back, content written all over her face. “That was amazing.”
“If you get breathless from our Italian food, imagine what our Italian cocks filling your pretty little mouth could make you feel.”
Lucy snorts. “That was cheesy.”
Enzo’s face falls, the jovial glint in his expression gone the instant Lucy calls him out.
“That was a good one, and you know it.” Pointing his finger in her face, Lucy snatches it before popping it in her mouth and sucking on it.
A small moan leaves her throat and my brother practically melts into a puddle of lust and desire.
Clearly pleased with the reaction she got, she attempts to pull away, but Enzo hooks his finger along her bottom teeth and drags her into him. “Unless you want to be fucked on top of this table for the entire restaurant to hear your scream, don’t fucking tease me, baby.”
Before I must endure such a spectacle, I interrupt by clearing my throat. Enzo releases her and she turns back to where her attention belongs. “How about we play a little game?”
“A game?” Lucy asks, perking up and leaning away from my brother.
“Be careful, brother. This one cheats.”
“I did not cheat! I’m a fast learner.”
My brother scoffs, and I continue, “Two lies and one truth.”
“The game is two truths and a lie,” Lucy corrects.
“So, you’ve played it before. My version is a bit different. In our world, lies run rampant, the truth is harder to spot.”
“What are the stakes?” Enzo asks, clearly on board with any game involving his little doctor.
“The prize is merely the truth we relinquish. A heavy price to pay, and an enlightening reward for the others. Wouldn’t you agree?”
She seems unsure at first, fidgeting with the hem of her sweater, but I see her desire for more.
She nods, and my smirk deepens. “Ladies first.”
Moments linger as Enzo and I assess her, homing into every muscle on her body, waiting for a tell.
“I’ve never shot a gun before, I’m a highly trained assassin, I’ve only kissed one man before.”
“We can obviously conclude you’re not an assassin,” Enzo remarks but I stay silent. Assessing.
Lucy crosses her arms. “Why not?”
“First of all, I’ve seen stuffed animals bigger than you, secondly, although I have seen you land a man on his ass, no assassin with more than two brain cells would risk getting as close to us as you have, and lastly, if you were, you’d already be dead, baby.”
Enzo makes some good points, outside of the first. “Katya Romanova is small in stature.”
“And Katya Romanova is…” Lucy adjusts her glasses, eyeing us both as if Katya were an ex-lover. She couldn’t be further from the truth.
“Ilya’s sister, the current White Owl,” my brother remarks with an air of irritation, stroking his jaw.
“Katya may be small, but she’s smart. She’d take us out like she does all her other victims, like a pussy.
Slicing throats in the night and flying away as fast as her little wings will carry her. ”
“So the gun and the kiss.” Cataloging all I know about Lucy, I would say the other lie was the kiss, surely a woman as beautiful as her has kissed more than one man.
“I’ve kissed those lips, but I can’t be the only one.” Enzo searches for any reaction but she’s stone cold, letting nothing past her defenses.
“Is that your final answer, is my one truth I’ve never shot a gun?”
The way the corner of her mouth lifts slightly, the subtle flare of her pupils…
we are about to lose this game. Which means she’s only been kissed by one man.
Even though we are not playing for anything other than a truth, I can’t stand the idea of losing, but more so, I can’t stand that my brother is the only man who has kissed Lucy Sinclair.
I reach out, running my fingers through her dark hair, pulling her into me.
Instinctively, my arm wraps around her scar covered ribs and my lips meet hers, gently at first. But as her body melds to mine, I can’t resist. I consume her, overshadowing any fears or doubts she could have as she opens for me, allowing my first true taste of the woman who will prove Rafael Alessi does in fact have a weakness.
When I pull back, her and I are breathless, and I meet Enzo’s stare. He reaches out, gripping her chin with harsh fingers and turning her face to his. “Now you’re full of lies.”
He whispers the words as he holds her stare, but I have a feeling I am the only liar at this table.