Page 31 of De Luca: The Sinister Game

“Let me have her mouth,” Drake says, but I chuckle because it’s not happening.

“I don’t think so, asshole. You’ve had to yourself all night. Now she’s mine. I’m not sharing. You can watch or go fuck yourself.”

I fist my hand in her hair and pull her mouth to mine and take her in a slow, tantalizing kiss. Lowering my mouth to her neck, I suck on the spot below her ear that makes her pant. She moves up and down my cock, now increasing her speed, almost with desperation.

“Good girl. Make yourself come on my dick, Sunshine.”

She tosses her head back, her lips part on a loud moan, as her pussy squeezes me like a vice, pulling my orgasm from me.

“Take a shower and come downstairs. I’ll make you breakfast.”

She arches an eyebrow and feigns a serious expression, “There better be coffee.”

I chuckle as I squeeze her against my chest. “Anything for you, Sunshine.”

Natalia pulls back, places her hands on my face and stares at me in what appears to be confusion. “That’s sweet for a mobster, Dante. You aren’t supposed to be nice. You’re lethal, remember?”

“Only for you, baby. Now go get that shower.”

She gets off me, and I put myself back in my boxers before grabbing a pair of sweatpants. I nod to my brother to follow me downstairs so we can discuss his text message from earlier before our girl comes down.

* * *

As I’m brewing a pot of coffee, Drake walks into the kitchen. “I assume you got my text.”

I nod as I grab three coffee mugs and place them on the counter. “Yeah. I couldn’t respond without raising questions with Domenic. It’s arranged. Michael will pick all three of them up shortly.”

He folds his arms over his chest as he stares at me through a narrowed gaze. “All three of them?”

I pour the cups of coffee. “Yeah. Just in case we need her for leverage.”

Handing my brother a cup, he says, “Thanks,” as I take a sip of mine.

Natalia comes into the kitchen looking like a fucking dream, dressed in jeans and a skimpy tank top, her pretty little nipples pressing against the thin fabric. “All three of who?”

Drake growls at her, “Business. Our business, not yours.”

She rolls her eyes at him, and I chuckle when he doesn’t respond to it. That’s very unlike my brother, because he has a serious issue with disrespect.

I hand Natalia her coffee, and she inhales the scent before a light moan slips from her. “Thank you. You’re a prince.”

“That’s me,” I chuckle before asking, “What do you want to eat?”

She shakes her head and glances at my brother with a nervous expression. “Nothing,” Natalia holds her hands up, “I promise I’ll eat. I’m having breakfast and spending the day with Giada.”

Drake places his coffee cup on the counter and moves to her, cradling Natalia’s face in his palms. He speaks low, “If I find out you didn’t eat, and I will find out, there will be consequences. Unpleasant consequences.”

People bristle under his gaze. Recently, Natalia would’ve as well, but not this time. She narrows her eyes at him. “I’m not afraid of you, you big brute. But I will eat because I said I would. I’m not a liar. Don’t treat me like one.”

“Fuck your sexy,” he growls, and she giggles, “I’m sexy now?”

He chuckles loudly, “You’ve always been sexy, Pretty Girl. You standing up for yourself? Yeah, that’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Leaning down, he kisses her. I groan when she moans into his mouth. They separate and she walks over to me and throws her arms around my neck. “Thank you for the coffee.”

I rub the pad of my thumb over her bottom lip. “Thank you for riding my cock.”

Her cheeks blush instantly as she lowers her gaze in embarrassment. “Dante.”

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