Page 132 of Kissing the Villain

“C’mon, princess.” He wet his full, sexy lips with his tongue. “I’m starved.”

“For attention,” I shot back as I lifted a slider from the plate.

As I bent over to put the burger between Marcello’s teeth, Sonny’s hand glided down my backside, all the way down my thigh.

“Sonny,” I groaned. “Control yourself.”

“Impossible with your ass in my face,” he quipped. “Consider yourself lucky I didn’t take a bite out of this sexy ass.”

“You did last year,” Callum Cormac chimed. “Fucking sicko.”

I glanced over at them. “What are you talking about?”

Drake’s eyebrows lifted. “You don’t remember what happened in the temple?”

“I’ve had two dreams recently, but could only see Luca and Marcello.”

“We were all there,” Sonny assured me.

I sat in my chair and looked at Sonny. “What happened in that room?”

Sonny slid his hand up my thigh with an evil expression on his handsome face. “How about we show you?”

My heart pounded so hard as I looked into his emerald irises that I couldn’t breathe. I felt like I would spontaneously combust surrounded by these hot men. It didn’t help that Sonny was invading my personal space with his delicious scent, trailing his fingers up my leg like he’d done it hundreds of times.

I shoved his hand off my leg. “Luca was in the room with us. I’m mad at him. But I’m not doing anything without him here.”

“Such loyalty to a man who treats you like dirt,” Sonny mused.

“I don’t expect any of you to understand my relationship with Luca.”

I grabbed another burger and fed Marcello. He bit into the burger, and I ate the other half, staring into his adorable but sad blue irises as we chewed our food.

“Feed me next,” Sonny begged.

I laughed. “Not a chance in hell.”

“I got a thousand dollars on them fucking by the end of lunch,” Callum said as he dropped a stack of hundred-dollar bills on the table.

“I got five on it,” Cole chimed. He removed his ATM card from his wallet and added it to the pile.

Sonny threw his Black Amex card on the table on top of Cole’s card. “I’ll take that bet.”

“Nah,” Drake said as he reached into his pocket. “I have a better bet. Ten thousand says she picks Marcello over Luca.”

“Cheap asshole,” Bastian growled with dissatisfaction. “Pony up a hundred grand if you want to make it a gentleman’s bet.”

“I’m not cheap,” Drake said in his defense, removing the checkbook from the inner pocket of his suit jacket. “Double it, and we’ve got a deal.”

“Done,” Bastian said without hesitation.

“Count me in.” Damian glanced at his watch, then pulled out his wallet. “My money is on Luca.”

“Me too,” Bastian said with an apologetic look at Marcello.

“Fuck both of you,” Marcello shot back.

Bastian shrugged while Damian gave him a seriously bone-chilling smirk that screamed,I eat children’s souls for breakfast.

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