Page 52 of The Don's Hidden Heir

When I try to move, something weighs me down and I see it’s Dominic’s arm. My back is pressed against his chest and he’s still sound asleep. I try to move from him, but he stirs and pulls me closer.

Crap!

“Dominic.” I call his name in an undertone. I hate that I have to wake him up, but I have to get to Lucas. “Dominic.”

He moves behind me lifts his arm. I slide out of the bed, naked.

“You’re not sneaking away, are you?”

I freeze, my face burning with embarrassment. When I turn around, his blue eyes meet mine and he’s watching me with amusement.

“No, Dominic. I’m not. Lucas needs me.”

His eyes glide down my body and I flinch a little. A slow ache forms between my legs. Dominic and I fucked all through the night, still my body needs more.

“You’ll need something to wear.”

“My nightgown…” My eyes dart to my nightgown on the floor. It’s ripped in half.Right.

He nods toward to his walk-in closet. “I’m sure you’ll find something in there.”

“Thank you,” I mutter then hurry off to the walk-in closet.

The closet stretches from one end of the wall to the other, with plush monochrome carpeting underfoot and walls adorned in dark mahogany wood paneling.

A vast collection of black designer suits drape the hangers, shiny jewelry, designer shoes and ties line the wall. I grab a white dress shirt and tug it on.

I hear the water running in the bathroom when I return the room, so I don’t bother to tell him I’m leaving. When I open the door, icy-blue eyes stare back at me and I jump back.

I clutch my chest. “Fuck!”

“Where’s my brother?” Marcus asks in a tone that’s really unfriendly, narrowing his eyes on me with suspicion and looking from the collar to the hem of the shirt I’m wearing.

I flush. I wonder what he’s thinking.

“He’s inside.” I point my thumb towards the bathroom. “Please move from the door. I was leaving.”

Marcus moves to the side, making space for me to pass.

“Thank you,” I mutter. I brush past him and walk to my room.

After I take a shower, I head downstairs for breakfast. Lucas’s laughter echoes from the living room, catching my attention as I climb down the stairs and I follow the sound.

When I step into the living room, he’s playing a video game and there’s a man beside him.

I lean on the door and fold my arms. “Lucas.”

Lucas twists his head to look at me and smiles. The man beside him does the same. I can tell from his oily, dark hair, sharp jaw and glistening blue eyes that he’s the youngest Romano brother.

He has a striking resemblance to Dominic and Marcus, only he is visibly younger than both of them. He looks to be in his twenties, or maybe his early thirties.

Unlike his brothers, he doesn’t seem to have a hint of darkness about him. I don’t shift under his gaze and I don’t get the impression he wants to murder me.

I’m even more surprised when he flashes a boyish grin at me. “You must be Elena.”

“I am.” I straighten myself from the door and walk to where they’re sitting. “You must be Vincent.”

“The rebel? Yes, I am.”

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