Page 23 of Dominance

“Are they always like this?” I ask.

“I’ve never seen them out on their own. I just assumed they couldn’t function without bickering until they started going on separate missions.” Adriano huffs a chuckle, guiding me toward the door while they’re distracted.

“Hey! Where are you going?”

“I’m just seeing Gloria out.”

“Oh. I guess we should ‘report in’ to you officially. She not privy to big boss info?”

“I’m privy to all sorts of things. And I’d appreciate it if this little encounter stayed private, if you catch my drift?”

“Absolutely!” Ciro turns a key next to his mouth. “No one will hear a peep from me.”

“Not sure how, when your mouth is never closed,” I blurt out and Fiero’s eyes bulge at the comment.

Ciro’s mouth drops open, and he looks from me to Adriano and back. “Ha! Well-played. I cannot wait to see how you put Adri in his place.”

“Who says I need to be put in my place?”

“You’ve needed someone toputyou intheirplace for way too long! Prune.”

“It’s prude, jackass.”

“Whatever! Nice to meet you, by the way.”

“I’m still on the fence, but I’m sure we’ll meet again,” I retort, turning and pressing my lips together as I shove Adriano out ahead of me with my eyes wide. What the hell got into me?!

Behind us I hear a mocking sound of exasperation and fake hurt feelings followed by what sounds like a slap and a yelp.

“Sorry about them …”

“No, they’re a lot more fun than I expected, not that I had many preconceived notions about your brothers.”

“Well, they always defy expectations. And that’s not a compliment.”

“I can see the resemblance in certain ways…not in others.”

“They just like to push my buttons.”

“I like to push your buttons too,” I turn back at my car, not realizing how close behind me he’s walking. His hands catch my arms before he bumps into me and my breath catches.

“You can push them again anytime,” he mutters huskily, sending my head spinning. Flashes of what we were just doing and how much more I want zip through my head, and it takes everything in me to ease back off the throttle, settle back from my tiptoes and onto my heels.

But Adriano follows me down, brushing his lips against mine and flicking the button on my jacket open. “Maybe see you tomorrow?”

“I—uh, w-would like that,” I stutter, scrambling to pull my jacket closed over my chest, once again fully aware that I’m topless underneath.

Shit! I forgot to look for my bra.

Reaching for my door handle, I narrow my eyes at him as he pulls past me in his black sports car and slows down just for a second, smirking at me. “I’ll hold onto this until I see you again…”

And I’m gaping at him as he peels out, my lacy white bra trailing in the winding from his hand out the window.

Son. Of. A. Bitch.

Plopping down in my driver’s seat I sigh, staring at the steering wheel as the twins peel off after him a moment later.

Maybe being married to him won’t be so bad, but I barely know the man.

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