Page 124 of Vicious Little Princess

It had me sinking against the side of the pool, grasping his hip and pulling him tighter to me, while running my fingers all over his upper body, his collarbone, his shoulders, his nipple hoops, and down over his deliciously hard and toned abs, the heat from his skin burning into mine.

He groaned into my mouth, his tongue curling around mine, tasting me, savoring me, just like I was doing with him.

He shifted his weight and I let out a needy sound as I felt his hard dick against my thigh.

“Getting started without us?” Milo’s voice came, cutting through the moment.

We broke from the kiss and I turned my head to see Milo standing there completely naked, all that ink and that mammoth muscular form of his on display in all its glory. He was stroking his already hard cock as he looked at us through hooded eyes.

“You took too long,” Julian told him, his gaze running all over him, even as he started to rub his cock against my thigh more determinedly, trying to draw my attention back to the moment, not wanting to let it slip away. “Get in here,” he told Milo, his strained voice betraying his escalating need. “Fucking now.”

“Mmm, I love it when you get like this,” Milo rumbled, slipping into the pool and wading toward us.

He was just a little way out when Nico’s voice thundered through the house, jolting all of us.

“Are you fucking kidding me? ‘FU Santino’? And Marco too? Julian!”

I winced at Julian. “He’s seen your IG post.”

“What post?” Milo asked.

“I thought he was with you in your room?” Julian asked. “He’d left his phone in the kitchen.”

“He went to get us some towels. I guess he stopped off in the kitchen to check his messages. With the strikes taking place tomorrow, he’s on edge about everything being in place.” He eyed Julian worriedly. “So, what was the post?”

“Who fucking cares?” he said, palming my breasts and smirking devilishly at me, before leaning in to suck at my nipples.

“Icare,” Nico’s voice sounded a second before Julian’s head was jerked back.

I swung my head to see Nico crouched on the outside of the pool, fisting his hand in Julian’s blond hair.

Shit.He’d completely blindsided me. I’d been caught up in our conversation then what Julian had been doing to me.

I looked to see he’d brought some of his fancy black bath towels out and dropped them on the table.

I drank in the sight of him completely naked and his cock raging hard as he crouched there grasping Julian’s hair and basically snarling at him.

“Ouch,” Julian said, grinning up at him. “Someone’s on edge.”

“It’s your fucking post. On top of what you already fucking did.”

“Nah, it’s because you’re desperate for a good fuck.”

With a grunt, Nico released his hair. “You disrespected and challenged Santino and my father in one fucking shot with that post. And the photo—motherfucker, J!”

“You told me to get the word out about the marriage, and I did.”

“Not like that.”

“Please, drama and shading spreads faster than anything else. People love that shit.”

“You made yourself a target.”

“I’m already a target due to my association with you. And the fact that I’ve now untangled my business from the Marchetti Syndicate.”

“This is different.”

“Cat said the same thing.”

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