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But when I look at Sofia?—

“Princess, I?—”

Suddenly, there’s a loud knock on the door. Our heads whip to the door as whoever is behind it tries to turn the knob and finds it locked.

Sofia’s brows bunch up. “Oh my God, is it?—”

“Castello,” an impatient voice calls, “It’s Sebastian. Open the door, my friend.”

Shit.

CHAPTER 17

Sofia

“What are we going to do?” I ask, wringing my hands.

Panic has replaced all the pleasure and contentment from earlier, and I can feel sweat beading on my forehead. My husband may be cold and unfeeling toward me, but I know he won’t stand for me cheating on him. If there’s one thing men in this world won’t tolerate, it’s being made a fool of.

If Sebastian finds me in here, I’m dead. We both are.

Something rebellious inside me is telling me that he has no right to be mad about me cheating. After all, not even two hours ago, he had Vittoria writhing against him.

“You are going to get into the closet and stay quiet,” Nero’s voice cuts into my reckless thoughts. “I, on the other hand, will go see what he wants and get rid of him as fast as I can. Okay?”

“I’ll be free if he finds us together,” I blurt out.

He reels back, shock written all over his face. “What?”

“Think about it,” I whisper. “He won’t want me anymore, and he’ll get rid of?—”

“For the love of God, don’t finish that sentence,” he says slowly. “You have no idea what him getting rid of you entails.”

“Hey,” my husband’s voice floats in from the hallway. “Do you have some chick in there or what?”

Nero points at the closet. “Now, Princess.”

Shooting him a look of frustration, I march to the sizeable walk-in closet and lean into one corner, heart in my throat. A minute later, I hear the closet door creak open, and I glance up, startled, only to see Nero with the cat in his arms, approaching me.

“What are?—”

“I was thinking you’d need some company.” He thrust the wiggling animal into my arms and before I can even get a proper hold of it, he grabs me by the jaw and slams his mouth over mine in a hard, hungry kiss that barely lasts a minute but still makes my head spin.

I’m still reeling with desire when I hear the closet door slide shut. My knees feel like jelly, and I end up sliding to the ground with the cat still in my arms.

I swipe my tongue over my lip, chasing the taste of him. I finally blink myself back into reality when I hear Sebastian’s voice.

“What were you doing?” he asks, voice full of suspicion.

My hands immediately turn clammy with sweat, and I let the cat go so I won’t drop him or something. Nero may pretend like the animal means nothing to him, but I can see through him.

“Thinking whether to open the door or not,” I hear Nero reply much to my shock. I crawl to the closet door and climb to my knees, fixing my eye on the keyhole for some visual of what is happening out there. Sebastian is standing just in front of the open door, hands in the pocket of his slacks, while the other man is leaning against the wall, thick arms crossed over his chest.

It’s the first time I’ve ever truly noticed the difference between the two. While my husband is suave and clean cut in every way, Nero looks like untamable chaos. Everything from his unruly dark hair to the pitch black, bottomless orbs screams danger, not the kind that can be found at the end of a gun.

My mind flashes to when he reduced my assailant to a bloody mess.

The two men are good looking, sexy as hell and dangerous. But only one looks like he will make you beg for death. Only one of them makes my pussy pulse.

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