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“Aria,” he grunts between kisses. Why does this voice do that to me? He could say almost anything, and I'll get turned on. “Bend over,” he says, positioning me over the arm of the plush suede sofa. He takes a fistful of my ass in hand, nothing gentle or soft.

He kneads my ass cheeks like dough before beginning to kiss the small of my back and working his way up, inch by inch. His hands move in time with his warm lips as the trio seems to be swallowing me from behind. His rough but firm hands leave no doubt as to his intentions as his mouth goes from gentle nibbles to bites and licks from his broad, velvety tongue.

His hands reach around my quivering body to take my red, hot, aching nipples between his thumbs and forefingers just as he begins to bite the back of my neck and the base of my hairline. His mouth is only matched by his dexterous hands as they tag team my body into pleading submission.

He rubs his hard cock against my clit and lines his hairy powerful legs behind me. I push myself into him as my pussy aches for him. My lips are warm and wet, welcoming him, imploring him to take me. He resists. He tortures me with long, slow thrusts without entering me. He eventually pushes the bulbous head of his cock into me but doesn't enter me.

He moves his hips and legs to let the shaft part my lips while he rotates himself, and his head pounds into the top of me. I cry out in ecstasy as my entire body screams to be possessed by him, by this exquisite torturer. I rest my head on the seat of the sofa and use the leverage to wrap my legs around his calf muscles.

"Please!" The voice is my own but unrecognizable. "Please!" I thirst for him. My eyes begin to tear up as agony and desire explode and demand to be satiated.

He slides into me and then pulls out and then again until I can take no more, and I use my legs and muscles to hold him inside. I move to return the favor and hear a soft, demanding groan escape his lips as he nibbles my shoulders and between the blades. It's my turn to return the favor, and I use the muscles of my vagina to milk him and hold him.

"Oh God. Please, God!" Two can play this game.

I release him, and he begins the slow, powerful thrusts that will swallow us both. His shaft slips in and out of me in spasms, and his balls pound into my clitoris. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me firmly towards me, his lips never leaving my skin. His free hand snakes its way to my mound, where it begins to assist his cock and balls at the top of my vulva. He's hitting every area at once, and wave after wave of lightning courses through me and out through my soles and head. My eyes turn upwards in my head as I'm swept away by the river of pleasure.

Chapter 17

Franco

The door clicks closed, and I feel around on the floor for my gun. It’s somewhere in our discarded clothing.

“Franco.”

It’s my fucking brother. I really need to take away their keys. My family seriously lacks boundaries.

He’s been conspicuously absent lately. This fight with Vito has rattled him, and Marco feels threatened. He has hidden behind work, but I know he is avoiding me and Aria. It is eating him alive that I have her, and he lost to me. Something must have come up because he only ever looks for me to do his bidding or to pick a fight.

One or the other.

“What?” I say, pulling up my pants and covering Aria with a blanket. He doesn’t get to see what is mine. Marco steps into the living room, and Aria stirs, waking up on the floor where we fell asleep last night.

“I thought she was staying at the house,” he seethes. “Are you seriously still doing this?” His jealousy is so ugly it really does turn him green. “I came to talk business, but I don’t talk shop in front of whores.”

“Careful, brother, that’s my wife.” My words are laced with a threat, one he knows I will make good on.

“No, it’s my wife. Stolen property, and you fucking know it.” God, he still wants her for himself. He will never let this go. He just can’t let me have this one thing. Marco’s eyes are on Aria, where she tries to cover up, and it’s my jealousy that I have to keep in check.

“You can’t take what isn’t yours, Franco, and think there won’t be repercussions.”

“What are you going to do?” I ask him, genuinely wanting to know how he sees this ending.

“Well,” he starts, taking a seat on the sofa closer to her, my trigger finger itches, “this started as a wager, one that I won. So let’s settle it the same way.”

I laugh at him, and Aria gets up, covering her body in the blanket.

“What exactly are we wagering for?” I wonder what angle my brother is working.

“Her.” Marco points at Aria. “And the family,” he says. “I win, and Aria and the baby are mine. I will raise it as my own. You will walk away, leave this family, the business and me. Forever.”

“And if I win?”

“Then I will allow this charade of a marriage to continue.” It’s a stupid bet, and the cost of losing is too high, even for me. “What do you say?”

“You’re fucking crazy,” Aria says before I can. “I am not some prize you win. I chose Franco, not you.” I know my brother. He will never let this go unless it is on his terms. Aria hasn’t known him long enough to understand how his juvenile mind works.

“Fine,” I agree to his bullshit, but it will be on my terms on my turf, where I know I cannot lose. “But not cards. I don’t trust you not to cheat.”

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