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Or is it me that got so lucky?

I clench my jaw, my hands knotting into tight fists.

Fabio’s words have been bothering me.

She will be my downfall.

Why?

Why can’t I have her?

Zina swims to the step, spreading herself over it.

My heart begins to hammer wildly.

Surely not.

Surely she wouldn’t.

I deep growl rumbles from my chest and my cock hardens like steel.

If I have any self-control, I need to turn and walk away. Now.

But I don’t. Because she is my weakness.

I push my hand beneath the elastic of my sweatpants and wrap my fingers around my rigid cock.

With my back against the wall, I free my cock and stroke it, up and down, watching her while I imagine myself down there in the pool, fucking her in that crystal blue water.

The visions of her last night in the pool are still teasing my thoughts. I can’t figure out if she knew I was watching her or not. She’s not giving me any clues.

The dining room smells of garlic and mushrooms and creamy sauce.

When I walk in Santino is dishing up tagliatelle for himself. Zina is waiting patiently, watching him. Guido and Dante are chatting as usual. At least that friendship has only strengthened.

Romeo nudges Santino. “Hey man, leave some for me.”

Pulling my chair out I eye Santino with disappointment. “Why did you not dish up for Zina first?” I ask, scowling at him.

He snorts.

“I told him too, but he wouldn’t listen. Mom would have kicked his ass if he did that.” Dante taunts him.

“Don’t you dare compare her to mom.” Santino snarls, his eyes darkening. “She is a whore, and you will never compare her to our mother.”

His words hang in the air like poison.

I’ve had enough.

Reaching out I backhand him across the jaw. He yelps in surprise, stumbling he lands hard on his ass, his eyes wide with shock.

“I’ve had enough of your disrespect towards Zina. I won’t tolerate another second of it. One more word from you and I’ll ban you from this house.”

Santino stands up, wanting to fight, but hesitant, knowing he doesn’t stand a chance against me.

Romeo looks uncertain.

I raise my hand again, ready to make sure he understands the warning.

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