Page 10 of Wicked King

“So possessive, even of her cum.” I blurt the word out before he can stop me.

Nico drags his hand through his hair, his expression lethal as he lunges for me, but I raise my hands.

“Relax, fratello. I’m only messing with you, damn, chill out.”

“What do you want, Marco? Did you find an apartment yet?” He sounds exasperated already.

“No, not exactly. But that’s kind of why I’m here.”

He looses a frustrated breath and pins his arms across his pristine jacket. Even after going down on his girlfriend, the bastardo still looks impeccably put together. “Speak,” he grits out.

“Okay, so I’m not a dog. And I was hoping you could be my wingman for a night out on the town tonight.”

His dark brows furrow as he regards me. “You’re joking, right? What does that have to do with finding an apartment? And cazzo, that’s what you interrupted me for?”

My lips quirk into a grin. “Yes. It’s simple. I’ll find a girl, and she’ll fall hopelessly in love with me and bam! I’ve got a new place to stay for a few weeks.”

“Merda, Marco, it’s been three days, and you’ve already given up on finding an apartment?”

“No,” I snarl. “I’m just taking a little break.”

“You’re completely helpless.”

“I am not.” Okay, I may have whined a little on that one.

Nico sits on top of his desk where his girlfriend had just been, eyes pinned to mine. “Didn’t you read Jimmy’s report on the Triad’s activities this week?”

I shake my head. “I’ve been a little busy apartment hunting.”

“Right.” Nico grunts. “Lei Wang has formally requested a meeting with the Triad council. You know that can only mean one thing.”

My thoughts flicker back to my endless walk to the Meatpacking District and those piercing dark eyes through the boutique window. “He’s going to make a play for the Four Seas,” I finally reply.

“That’s right. That guy is ten times worse than Qian, and you know it. Having him sit at the head of the Chinese gang will be a complete shitshow.” He stands again and moves closer, those eyes pleading. “We’ve made so much headway in the last few months since we settled the feud with the Valentinos…”

I know exactly what he’s going to ask, but my answer hasn’t changed. “I’m not marrying Jia, Nico.”

“Why not? Have you seen her? She’s stunning.”

My mind swirls back to the boutique again… those fuckable ruby lips and perky breasts. My cock hardens just imagining thrusting into her wet, tight pussy. Would she be all prim and proper, or is there something lethal lingering below the pristine surface? Breaking her would be a fucking thrill.

“Marco?” Nico’s voice draws me back to the conversation. He smirks at me, his gaze dropping below my belt. “I can already tell by your raging hard-on you want a taste.”

“Yes, exactly, a taste. Why would I want to buy the cow if I can have the milk for free?”

Nico snorts on a laugh. “Something tells me the beautiful Jia wouldn’t be quite that easy to coax into your bed.”

“Ha! You really think so little of me?”

His eyes sparkle with mischief, and I realize I’ve completely walked into this one. “How about this, if you can get Jia into your bed, I promise never to bring up the arrangement again. But if you can’t, you take the deal. If you think about it, it’s really a win-win for you. If you marry the girl, you’ll just have more time to convince her to fuck you.” A wicked grin curls my asshole brother’s lips.

“You’re loving this, aren’t you? You know I can’t say no to a bet.” It’s a matter of pride. My body physically revolts at the idea of standing down. It’s been like that since we were kids.

“Oh, I know.”

A quick knock sends my brother’s gaze flitting to the door. He looks to me with a droll expression. “This is how you’re supposed to enter someone’s office, observe.” Then he turns to the door again and calls out, “Come in.”

Such an ass.

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