Page 7 of The Last Vendetta

I barked a single laugh. “Who invited you, anyway?”

“The bride’s family,” she whispered, her breaths hot against my lips.

“Sure as fuck wouldn’t have been us,” I promised, making sure to rub harder over her mound. “But I guess I should be grateful for this chance to take pity on you and show you how good a real man can make a woman feel.”

“Do you ever shut up?” she retorted.

I lowered one arm to grab her ass. Once I had her cheek in my hand, digging my fingers into her flesh, I held her in place to piston my fingers into her harder.

She groaned, closing her eyes as she let her head fall back again, but I wasn’t having it.

“Open your eyes, Giulia. Open your fucking eyes and see who’s doing this to you.”

Narrowing her gaze at me, she listened. She watched me, looking down to stare at my hand up her dress. She felt me, feeling my fingers pumping into her tight heat.

“You want to imply that I don’t know how to handle a woman? Even someone like you?” I growled.

She whined, reaching for my head to thread her fingers through my hair. Holding me close, she sealed her mouth over mine and kissed me. Punishingly, thoroughly. I angled my head and craned my neck to meet her in the middle. Between holding her ass and fingering her cunt, I was limited in how I could hold her, but she made up for it. Securing my face to hers, she kissed me until we were both ragged for air.

“You…” She breathed faster, still humping my hand. “You shouldn’t?—”

“We shouldn’t.” I nodded as I lowered my mouth to her neck. Just below her ear, I began to trail wet, hot kisses down the delicate skin there. “We really shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Oh, fuck, Renzo,” she groaned as I added another finger. “Oh, fuck.”

I grinned, kissing down her neck and wondering how loud she’d be. Soaked and squeezing my fingers, she promised a hard orgasm. One I’d relish as a victory forever. One I’d?—

A scream cut through the air.

Not hers.

She went still at the sound.

I stopped, freezing with my fingers up her cunt and my mouth open over her neck.

Another scream.

The music stopped overhead.

“What…” Giulia swallowed, shoving at me. I straightened, lifting from her neck as I pulled my fingers free. Staring at each other open-mouthed, we waited.

What the fuck was that for?

“He’s dead!” My new sister-in-law’s voice rang out clearly from the ballroom. Through the open doors leading into the reception, her news reached us.

“Luka!” she screamed again. “He’s dead!”

I stepped back from Giulia, opening my eyes wide as I let it sink in. Panic and anger replaced lust. My heart thundered, and I struggled to breathe fast enough as adrenaline hit me hard.

My brother had been killed at his own wedding.

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GIULIA

Giulia

Marianna stayed by my side as we entered our home. I couldn’t blame her for the abrupt end of the reception an hour ago.

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