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“I’ll find out,” I said simply. Luca stood from his chair.

“Lucia-” he began before I cut him off with a wave of my hand. Some of the men standing from the back took a step forward. I glared at them. What? Did they really think I was going to do something to Luca? I was impulsive sometimes but I wasn’t stupid.

“I will find out faster than you all,” I said, shrugging my shoulders. Luca shook his head.

“Lucia let us handle this,” Dante said.

“Why do you think you can do it faster?” Dante’s father asked, intrigued. Instead of going back to my seat I took Dante’s. It was a bold move and I could tell the men didn’t like it. But Dante’s father didn’t flinch and if he didn’t I figured I was safe.

“Because I have an appointment with Cole Anders for a consultation on a suit tomorrow.”

CHAPTER 11

A Feast At The Table

YOU SHOULD ALWAYS BE REWARDED FOR PUTTING MEN IN THEIR PLACE

Ihad a feeling I should have mentioned the appointment to Luca and Dante before blurting it out to the men but I was pissed. They really thought so little of me. Granted they didn’t really know me but still. I was a Silva. Dante had dismissed everyone out of the room but Luca stayed behind.

“You’re not meeting with him,” Luca said. I rolled my eyes, leaning back into the chair.

“I am,” I stated. Dante shook his head.

“Lucia,” Dante warned. I let out an exasperated sigh.

“What? It’s a consultation. I’ll ask him questions about the suit and figure out if he hired those two men to break into my shop,” I said. Luca shoved his fingers into his hair before standing in front of me.

“The Anders are dangerous, gattina,” Luca said. I cocked my head.

“No shit,” I asked. Dante chuckled.

“She sure has the bite of one,” Dante said. My face flushed and I glanced at Luca whose eyes flashed with excitement. I cleared my throat awkwardly.

“You’re installing cameras in my shop,” I said, standing up. I placed a hand on Luca’s chest. “If you’re so worried. You can watch the cameras,” I said. Luca’s lips twitched.

“I do like watching,” Luca said, in a low voice. My heart rattled against my chest and a feeling went straight down to my core. Dante clapped a hand on Luca’s shoulder.

“Fine. We will watch and be nearby in incase he tries anything. But promise us you'll be careful,” Dante said. I nodded. Dante squeezed Luca’s shoulder.

“Luca, give us a few minutes alone.” Dante’s voice shifted to something darker. His words dipped in a sultry way. Luca looked between us.

“But I like watching,” Luca murmured. My whole body buzzed now in anticipation. Did I like the idea of Luca watching while his cousin did whatever he was thinking? Yeah. I really fucking did.

“I know you do but I want alone time,” he said, shoving Luca away. Luca sighed and headed towards the door. I raised an eyebrow at Dante.

The second Luca closed the door behind him Dante bent down to lift me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, enjoying the slight stretch. He was already hard. He settled me on the table before kissing my neck. I bit my lip to keep my whimpers from spilling. Dante began sucking and biting my neck. The bruises they left were going to be darker. I knew it.

“First my kitchen counter and now a table. Starting to feel like I’m something to be eaten,” I murmured. I began rocking against him. He pushed me back until I was laying down. He tugged my sweater over my head before placing a kiss at the center of my chest.

“Well you did so well Lucia. You were thrown in the middle of a wolf's den and you stood your ground,” he said, leaving me to lock the door. “I think you deserve to be eaten,” he said. I leaned my head back to watch him walk back towards me.

“By the big bad wolf?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. Dante came to stand in front of me.

“Every time I have a meeting here I want to be reminded of your body laid across like a feast for me,” he said as he stepped between my legs. He unbuttoned my jeans and tugged them down to my ankles. “Every time I sign a paper I want to be reminded of the sweet whimpers that came out of your mouth.” He pulled my panties down before kneeling. “And I especially want to be reminded of how your pussy tastes when I’m sitting here having a cup of coffee.”

Those were his last words before he dove in. His tongue circled my clit before giving a rough lick. I gaped, arching my back against the wood. I bit my hand to keep my moans at bay. Dante’s hands dug into my skin, scratching upwards. I wrapped my legs around his shoulders, shoving him against my pussy.

Dante pushed me further up the table so he could lean down comfortably. One hand cupped my breast, massaging it slowly. He looked up at me, his eyes locked onto mine. I pulled my hand out of my mouth and gasped for air.

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