I like some darkness, even if it does come from Master Carrero. There is no one quite like him. For his flaws anyway, I have to say, he can be amusing. ‘‘Lucie is my biggest fan. He secretly adores me and is just jealous that you get to sleep up here with me every night. He totally imagines the worst.’’ I flutter innocent lashes and continue sipping my drink, exuding my sexual confidence with subtle little mannerisms that are as natural as breathing to me nowadays. Wasn’t so long ago I had to force each one to build this façade known as Camilla Walters.
‘’Possibly because Alexi tells him the worst.’’ Gino laughs and the little flicker of smug crossing Alexi’s face makes me wonder how much truth is in that joke. I have no idea how he got lumbered with Luciano other than through family but I don’t get the feeling he likes him at all and can completely imagine him using subtle hints to get under his skin. Lucie already thinks I’m banging the boss and that’s why I get preferential treatment, it would annoy him wholly if Alexi hinted at it too.
‘‘I get to cut him loose in three months when he hits retirement. Until then, I ignore him.’’ Alexi downs his drink and slides it on the table, tossing a cushion aside and gestures to me with a finger wiggle, patting the couch next to him suggestively and I just narrow my eyes. He actually smiles and the world does not self-combust. I hate that when he does it, even though it’s so rare it’s almost an endangered species; it makes me a little weak and weird for him. Alexi has dimples and a gorgeous smile when he flexes those muscles and I despise him more for it. It does funny things to my insides.
‘‘What? It’s not like you to want me so close … Are you drunk?’’ I watch him suspiciously, looking way too self-assured and chirpy for my liking, yet I get up and move anyway. I know underneath that almost happy look, he’s still brewing close to the pissed he was on the phone and don’t want to push my luck. He’s being non-Alexi and I should just tread carefully when he is not behaving as he normally does. Changes in character are usually a huge warning sign with any man and handling him with kid gloves is a must.
I walk over and sit down closer, about a foot away and nestle myself back into my cross-legged pose and try to exude my confidence and ease, even though I feel anything but. Alexi reaches out, putting a hand across my legs so he cups my thigh and yanks me a tad closer. It makes me jump and almost spill my drink all over him. It’s not like him to be so hands-on or want me glued to his side like this and Gino is watching with interest while depositing his own drink on the table.
I have a moment of alarm, a pang of doubt as I remember brothers from high school and how they were famed for group fucking the same girl; that was their kink—brotherly banging one girl at one time and my eyes dart from one to the other in alarm. If Gino likes that kind of thing, maybe Alexi is willing, even if he does have me on a sex ban.
Is that what twins deem appropriate because they are technically from one cell and half of one person?
as he tries to pull my legs closer possessively. It’s only now that I am this close that I realise Alexi looks a little wired and even in the darkness of the room his pupils are tiny. Gino looks the same and it’s not a coincidence. I look around for tell-tale signs of cocaine but see nothing at all, trying to find any other reason why my normally cool
mouth, he slides an arm behind me on the couch to rest along the back behind my head and this time I know for sure something is up. I feel incredibly uncomfortable and look to Gino for answers. Alexi looks like he wants to devour me, eyes honed on
this line so there is no way in hell he is in his normal frame of mind. He’s so close I can feel his breath
of my voice, fixating on Gino but Alexi running a finger down my throat to the open neck of my shirt dress makes me flinch. I’m not sure what to make of his sudden attention and smile his way adoringly, trying to ignore what he’s doing as he angles close enough to dip and lick my neck if he so desired. He angles so
game and I endure his touches with little outward reaction, as though having a cougar like him size me up for the kill is normal daily
drain sewer, but physically my body is still hot for him. Gino just watches me with a smile and I feel like I’m being hemmed in my two predators on the prowl for meat. Heart rate elevating that maybe I am in over my head and should get out of this room. I can barely breathe, my lungs getting
button and shove it off gently, pulling my dress back up and
why he’s doing it now. He had a chance with me and he blew me off. The feeling is now mutual and I have no desire to be
his upper leg warmly. I am practically sitting on his lap, in the arc of his arm and very much in his personal space. It’s suffocating. I don’t think I have been this close to him since the opera and I really have no clue why he’s behaving
he never has, much to my disappointment. He’s sending me the signals, not you. A HUGE back the fuck off Gino!’’ Gino is amused, he stands to pour himself a drink from the table and throws me a wink and a dirty look as he makes an obvious assessment of my body and legs. Alexi doesn’t react, he just watches his brother with zero facial expression and I
physically cannot move. I stay facing
was asked but not sure how to react either. Wondering if that is what all those gestures were about and not