Page 78 of Sinful Wrath

She shifts so that she’s on her stomach, propping herself up on her elbow with one arm still draped over my chest. Her dark hair is tousled, and her eyes are still glazed from sleep as she gazes up at me.

I reach out to run my thumb over her bottom lip, my cock so hard and throbbing that it’s taking everything in me not to pull her on top of me and finish what we started last night.

“What’s your plan today?” I ask, trying to turn my attention away from my aching length.

“First on the agenda is probably to make Leo cry because the kid hates me.” She sticks out her bottom lip.

“Leo does not hate you.” I dip my hand beneath the silk cami to stroke her back.

“He literally can’t look at me without throwing a complete fit,” she groans, rolling her eyes. “Iswear, the child hates me.”

“Don’t take it personally, he has mood swings and phases where he hates everyone for at least a little while. He hated Dimitri for about two months, and he is the kid’s godfather. So, as you can see, we all take turns being at the top of his hit list.”

Lucia laughs. “Sounds like he might take after you.”

“I don’t have a hit list.”

Lucia only raises her eyebrows at me.

I shrug. “I don’t tend to let people live long enough for there to be much of a list.”

Lucia gives me an exasperated look.

“Bianca should start dressing Leo in little black shirts and pants and give him a plastic gun so he can be like his uncle Mikhail. Oh, and we could get him some fake tattoos too!”

“Somehow, I don’t think Alexei would be happy about that.”

“Maybe I’ll add that to my to-do list for today…” Lucia muses, tapping her fingers on my stomach. “After I’ve conducted my fake drowning in the pool.”

“I’m sorry, what?” I splutter, my entire body tensing.

“I feel bad for the guards just standing around watching me lie there. They must be bored out of their minds, so fuck it, might as well give them something to do.” She shrugs and grins.

“Trust me,kisa, I don’t think they’re bored.” I smirk, eyeing her breasts that are practically spilling out of her top.

She narrows her eyes at me.

“And you’re okay with them ogling me all day, then?” Her eyes light up with challenge.

I sink my fingers into her hair and gently tug on the strands.

“They can look all they want. As long as I’m the onlyone whose name you’re screaming, then that’s all that matters.”

“Possessive asshole.” Though the blush that's creeping up her neck tells me she’s anything but annoyed.

“I don’t share what’s mine.”

I meetwith Alexei in his office later that day to discuss the situation with Alfonzo. My brother is sitting on the couch nursing a glass of vodka and scrolling through emails on his phone.

“Good night?” he asks as I head straight for the bar cart to pour myself a drink.

“Uh, I guess.” I frown.

Alexei chuckles, which has me pausing, the vodka bottle hovering over my empty glass.

“Something funny?” I ask over my shoulder.

“I’m glad that you and Lucia are…getting along. But next time, I’d appreciate it if you kept your affections out of the pool that my child swims in.”

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