Page 8 of Carnal

"Any head of mine is the right one," I claim.

She rolls her eyes. "Spoken like a true Marino."

"Did you expect anything less?" I question, then drag my knuckles down her cheek and neck. I get to her shirt and release a button. "Oops."

She scoots closer to me, gets up on her knees, and jerks my head until her face is over mine. Zings fly down my spine, surprising me. It's a dominant move that no woman's ever attempted on me before. I squeeze her ass harder, and she pecks me on the lips, then coos, "Are you afraid of me, Tristano?"

I mumble, "You do realize who you're talking to, right?"

She pouts her lips, making my cock throb against her heat. She doesn't miss it, and her lips curve into a smile. In that same seductive voice, she traces my nose, whining, "Don't you want to see my place?"

"The place you don't live in?"

"Yes."

My curiosity is piqued. "You have rental properties or something?"

She tries to stop her smile. "Something like that."

"Meaning?"

"Agree to my terms, and you'll see," she states, then leans to my ear, whispering, "Dante and your other brothers will never know."

Her statement only adds more fuel to our fire. This burning obsession with her I can't deny anymore. I'm also interested in seeing whatever this "place" is where she wants to meet.

Maybe it's because my brothers know nothing about it.

Perhaps it's only due to the fact it's something personal with her.

It may be a combination of both. Whatever the reason, my thoughts turn to mush when she claims, "I promise to take really good care of you."

Fuck it. What's the worst that can happen if I give her some power for whatever her game is she wants to play?

Yes, Pina. Take care of me all night long!

"Okay. But when you're done with whatever it is, I'm in charge."

She tilts her head, squinting her eyes. "Mmm..."

This time, I challenge her. "You don't think you can handle it?"

She huffs. "Of course I can."

"Then why the hesitation? Let's go to your secret place. In fact, let's go now," I suggest.

She laughs. "It's two in the afternoon."

"So?"

"I have a job to do," she claims.

"Tell Dante you're sick. I'm sure he can handle whatever is going on today," I order.

She pushes off me until her ass is on my knees. "I take my job seriously."

"Yes, Pina. We all know," I mock.

She swats my shoulder with the back of her hand. "If you think this situation between us means I'm going to take orders from you and shirk my duties, you're wrong."

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