Page 112 of Cursed to Be Mine
Slow strokes.
Soft kisses.
Cherishing me.
Loving me.
Turned on by every part of me.
Squeezing his cock, I come all over his face.
Thirty-Three
HIM
In the darkness of night, a knock at the door pulls me from my slumber. I kiss Scarlett’s lips before rolling out of bed and grabbing my pants off the floor. Slipping into them, I head over to the door and open it to find Varius.
His face is the same blank mask as always, but his eyes are harsh with suspicion. Adrenaline pushing aside sleep, I quickly step back into the room to allow him to enter.
Scarlett is naked on top of the covers, but Varius’ gaze doesn’t flick over to her.
Nothing but focus for brother dearest.
“Xander got in touch before dinner,” he says, his voice clipped. “He told me he’d come in if we housed him here to protect him from Antonio, but he hasn’t arrived yet.”
“He could have lied to buy himself some time.”
He shakes his head. “When I mentioned the witness, he was confused, not afraid. I think he’s being framed.”
“Or he’s a good actor. He was with us for seven yearsand no one even knew he was Antonio’s godson.”
When he stays silent, an uneasy feeling twists around my stomach as the significance of his presence finally hits. Varius would have waited until the morning to tell me this. It’s well past midnight. The rest of the house is deep asleep. And he has that look in his eyes…the one he gets after a failed assassination attempt from someone in the Family. A guarding of his heart. An ‘I told you not to get close.’
“Who?” I ask softly, a tightness in my chest strangling me.
His jaw tics, the only sign he has suspicions. “I want to see his stone first.”
Holding his gaze, I pray this is just the paranoia of a man who can’t sleep. With only one way to find out, I pull Xander’s alexandrite out of my shadow.
My gut twists like a viper around a mouse at the sight of it being black, not green.
“He’s dead.” I look up at my brother. “Whoever framed him knew you wanted to talk to him.”
“And everyone who knew that,” he says softly, “is in this house.”
Thirty-Four
HIM
I still, the urge to scream building in my chest as the rage and pain threatens to bring me to my knees.
A brother.
A fucking brother.
Killing a beloved uncle, a father figure of mine, wasn’t enough.
Now I’m going to be asked to kill someone closer.
