Page 61 of Frayed Bonds

Antonio runs up behind me and picks me up bridal style before running towards the beach.

The air is filled with laughter and my squeals about my shoes getting messed up in the sand. As he lowers me and his face is broad with a smile, I realise how guilty I feel again. He’s looking at me like he did all those years ago. As if we were the same people, and even in this moment where everything is exactly as it was back then too. I can’t look at him in the same way I did back then.

He helps me take my shoes off. “You look beautiful tonight if I haven't mentioned it yet.”

“You haven't, and thank you,” I smile up at him.

“Nino, come look at the jellyfish that washed up,” Mattia yells from near the shore.

As I watch the younger Vitale boys play on the beach, beers in hand, it reminds me of when we’d all sneak out here and get drunk, until either Ambrose or Luciano showed up to drag us back inside.

The brothers, Ambrose excluded, have all started wrestling in the sand. Discarding their beer bottles to the side, getting wet sand all over their crisp Armani suits.

Ambrose stalks towards the house, stopping only briefly beside me. For a split second, I’m convinced he wants to say something. But then he's gone. Words unsaid.

“Valerie, we need a referee, Adriano is a cheat,” Antonio yells.

I give Ambrose a final glance over my shoulder before jogging down and joining the boys.

Maybe some things are better left unsaid.

Chapter twenty-two

Ambrose

My hands slide up her thighs, fingertips slowly brushing under the hem of her dress. Her breathing picks up, and I can feel her looking around in case anyone walks out onto the patio.

“So, you like watching, but you don't like the idea of being watched? A bit contradicting, isn’t it, sweetheart?” I whisper into her ear. Goosebumps rise across her skin and I can’t help but smirk.

Digging my fingers into her thighs, I pull her closer. “Tell me what you were thinking about when you were watching us.”

She remains silent, her breaths the only thing filling the silence. Gently, I place a kiss on her neck, she smells like a dream. Sweet and delicious.

My kisses harden as I start sucking on the sensitive skin below her jaw. Gasps leave her lips, and they sound like a fucking siren song in my ear, drawing me in for more. “Were you imagining it was you, I was kissing like that?”

A small nod of her head, before a moan leaves her lips. I grip onto the soft flesh of her ass and pull her flush against my hard cock. She squeaks and looks up at me in surprise. It’s so innocent, but her eyes are wild with lust and desire, instead of her usual hazel eyes staring back at me, dark pools of brown draw me in instead.

Having her this close, the warmth of her sweet cunt right where I need it, I can’t help but buck my hip into hers, grinding slowly while maintaining eye contact. “Did you picture me grinding into you instead of her?”

Again, another small nod.

A growl of frustration escapes my throat, “Closed mouths don’t get fed, Valerie. Use your words.”

“Ye-yes,” she gasps out.

My one hand slips down between us, and I stroke her through her panties, the fabric practically soaking. Her eyes screw shut and her head falls back.

“Tell me how much you want it.”

A strangled moan leaves her throat as I slip my fingers under the fabric and meet her clit. “P-please Ambrose.”

“Please what?” I say, my lips practically on top of hers, we’re so close I don't know whether I’m breathing in her air or my own

“Please fuck me.”

Blinking my eyes, I stare at the ceiling in disbelief. My body feels as if it’s on fire, sweat coating my skin lightly.

I thought I could suppress the way Valerie makes me feel, but after the dinner, it’s starting to weave its way into my subconscious and my dreams. I run my palms over my face and sigh, my dick is painfully hard, and the only thing I can think of right now is the image of me thrusting myself into Valerie's tight cunt.

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