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“What’s the matter?” I purred with a self-confidence I didn’t feel, my finger trailing his tie. I must be a glutton for punishment. “Cat got your tongue?”
If only I knew how badly those damn words would haunt me.
My eyes darted between the two men. Theywereboth extremely handsome. If I ever felt the need to have a threesome, as unlikely as that would be, physically they seemed the most suitable to have one with.
“You’re trouble,” the blond one said, his voice slightly annoyed. The fact he labeled me exactly what I detested made him lose some of his appeal. I was misunderstood. Yes, sometimes I tended to get in trouble, but usually it was due to circumstances.
Like now.
Instead of opting to remain quiet, I decided to open my mouth further.
“You mean to tell me you’ve never had a threesome?” I drawled mockingly, desperate to keep the conversation going and Wynter out of harm’s way.
Panic slithered through my veins, mocking me.I immediately locked it away. I didn’t need any distractions right now, not with danger so close to the horizon.
The mockingjay’s whistle—fromThe Hunger Games—traveled through the air. It was our signal. The dark devil’s eyes flickered above my head, and again, I acted on instinct. Raising my palm, I pressed it against his chest—his heartbeat wild and strong—and something flickered across his face.
Time stilled as our eyes locked. His fingers, still holding my elbow, burned on my skin. I had to remind myself I was buying Wynter and my friends time.
“Don’t worry, I’m skilled enough in threesomes not to embarrass you,” I said, making a further idiot of myself. “All you would have to do is follow my lead.”
I smoothed my palms against his hard, muscular chest. My hands trembled and I hated myself for how he affected me.
The blond devil studied us with an amused expression, but something about the way his lips twisted into a sardonic smile didn’t sit well with me.
“Can you handle double penetration?” the blond guy asked.
Jesus fucking Christ. DP. Did he really just ask me that?
I needed to clear out of here. Maybe I should punch him in the balls and take off? Did Wynter get her chips yet? She’d better hurry up because I was running out of dumb things to say here.
Double penetration was out of the question. I didn’t enjoysinglepenetration. This was like jumping into the ocean and not knowing how to swim.
“What’s your name?” the dark devil demanded to know.
A loud whistle traveled through the casino. The next second, alarms pierced the air and both of their attention shifted away from me.
“DP this, you dipshit,” I hissed.
In one swift move, I kneed the dark devil where it hurt the most.
In his nuts.
I took off, the scent of lavender oil filling the room. It meant Davina had dumped her scented oil. I didn’t even bother glancing behind me, focused on getting the fuck out of there. Those devils suggested DP. That put a whole different kind of urgency to my steps.
I might have been the one to instigate this whole conversation, but it didn’t matter. I was not in the business of getting caught up in situations that made me vulnerable.
This Juliette wasn’t looking for her Romeo.
CHAPTER3
Dante
It was still dark in the early morning hours. I was meeting Alessio Russo, the gun dealer from Montréal, in the middle of Lake Ontario. It was cold as fuck, the middle of November already drawing snow and below-freezing temperatures. It was our monthly gun shipment I smuggled through Canada. I regularly bought guns off Illias Konstantin, the Russian Pakhan, and Alessio Russo, this Canadian guy. I sold them all to a cartel as well as different organizations in the Middle East. Business was good.
I watched the rays of the sun flicker across the surface of the lake and my thoughts drifted to the dark-haired wildling that kicked me in the balls nearly six months ago. They still ached, but for a totally different reason.
I couldn’t even get it up anymore without thinking about her. Talk about a pitiful case. Maybe I’d been fucked up all along. Or maybe that cursed DiLustro gene had kicked in and spread through me like wildfire, honing in on one woman. It never boded well—not for my crazy uncle, not for my father, and certainly not my cousin Basilio, who hunted for his princess like his life depended on it.
