Page 141 of Kissing the Villain

I knew it was him.

And I didn’t care.

Fuck Luca and his games.

Luca had a specific scent, one I had burned into my memory: salt and sandalwood. The brothers had many similarities, from their good looks to their height. But I would always know Luca without seeing him. This was his fault for leaving me with his brother. For not giving a fuck about me.

“Don’t say a word,” he said before sucking my earlobe into his mouth.

He slid my panties and shorts back into place, still holding onto me. We stood there momentarily, my back to him, our hearts beating. Marcello reached for the knob and pulled the door shut. I spun around and leaned against the wall, staring at him. He was as tall as Luca and just as handsome. If only he would smile. Neither of them did more than smirk or frown.

I grabbed hold of his waistband and pulled him toward me.

Marcello clutched my wrist. “What are you doing, Alex?”

“I need more.”

“Alex,” he groaned.

“You started this… and you need to finish.”

He removed my hands from his waistband. His eyes flicked up and down the length of my body. Marcello licked his lips and studied my curves as if committing them to memory.

“Luca’s fucking another woman right now.”

He shook his head, and a dark lock fell onto his forehead. “That’s Damian’s bedroom.”

I had no idea Damian slept on this floor. I’d assumed it was Luca since he would never fuck a whore in his bed. And since I was pissed at his absence, I wanted to believe he was out cheating on me instead of working, as Marcello said.

My jaw dropped. “I thought…”

“I know what you thought.” An evil grin graced his full lips. “Never assume, Alex. Doesn’t matter, anyway. You’re not justhis. You belong to The Knights.”

Marcello steppedinto my office at Wellington Architecture and Design a few days later. He hung in the doorway, staring at me with those blue eyes.Lonely boy. A part of me felt more connected to Marcello. The walls between us had lowered, but they were still there.

He was still Luca’s brother.

And I had a choice to make.

“Kali is here,” Marcello said as he approached the drafting table.

I dropped the charcoal pencil. “Tell her I’ll be ready in a minute. I just need to clean up.”

He extended his hand.

I slipped my fingers between his. “Have you seen Luca?”

He released my hand, the energy between us shifting in an instant.

“Where is he?”

No answer.

“Please, Marcello. It’s been days.”

His expression was blank, unreadable.

“Tell me what’s going on.”

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