Page 51 of Auctioned To Her Dad's Mafia Enemies

“I don’t know what to tell you, Alexis.” Shetilts her head feigning innocence. “Maybe it’s just a right place, right timething.”

Irakemy handthrough my messy hair, watching her carefully. Her gaze follows my actions,responsive and eager. “So good looks and a charming personality don’t matter?Because I’d have been first in line if they did.”

“I didn’t realize there was a line,” sheteases, her lips curving.

“Oh, baby. There’s a line.” I step evencloser, backing her against the counter. “And I want you to know I’m first inline right now.”

She licks her lips—subconsciously inviting—andI track the movement, my blood running hot. “What have you done, AlexisVenturi, to deserve to be first in line?”

I tilt my head, letting my voice drop lower.This close, the scent of her mixed with my brother's cologne invades my scenes.We’ve never shared a woman before, but then, we’ve never lived with a woman assexy and intriguing as Aemelia. “It’s not what I’ve done,” I murmur, reachingout, brushing my fingers along her wrist, feeling the way her pulse jumps. “It’swhat I could do that counts.”

Her breath catches, the flush on her cheeksdeepening as she leans in, close enough that her breath warms my ear. “Ithought I was your captive, Alexis. Do captives get a choice?”

My cock, already half hard, thickens andstrains against my pants. I lift a hand, tracing my thumb along her jaw,tilting her chin so she’s looking right at me. “I’ve never fucked a woman whodidn’t beg me for it, Aemelia.” My voice drops to a rough whisper. “And I mean,begged. On their knees, hands pressed together, pleading for my dick.”

Her breathing stutters, but she doesn’t pullaway. Instead, her fingers curl around the counter.

I grin, slow and wicked, loving how easy it isto turn her on. “Tell me, kitten. Are you the begging type?”

The back door opens, drawing Aemelia'sattention away from me to Luca, who stands on the threshold, his jaw set andglacial eyes narrowed on us. I don't pull away from Aemelia immediately,though. Luca hasn't got a leg to stand on when it comes to keeping distancebetween us and our captive.

“Aemelia, you should shower,” he says coolly.“I'm sure Antonio is done by now.”

“If not, maybe you could join him like lasttime,” I add, smiling as her cheeks flush at whatever memory she has ofAntonio's tongue. Jealousy slides through me, not because I'm angry with mybrother for getting a taste but because I want one for myself, with a fever anddetermination I haven't felt in a long time, maybe not ever. Why does theforbidden fruit always seem the sweetest?

Before she answers, something flickers in herexpression—uncertainty, maybe realization. She inhales sharply, then stepsback, slipping past me with a grace that’s almost frustrating. “I should goupstairs,” she says, her voice quieter now.

I let her go, watching her retreat with asmirk, knowing this isn’t the end of it.

Luca steps inside just as she disappears upthe stairs. “You’re playing with fire.”

I stretch my arms above my head before leaningback against the counter. “Is that your way of saying you don’t want metouching her?”

Luca’s jaw tenses. “I’m saying don’t get tooclose.”

I chuckle. “This coming from the guy who spentthe night in her bed?”

His nostrils flare slightly. “That wasdifferent.”

I push off the counter, moving toward him. “Itwas?”

“She was scared. She needed comfort.”

I snort. “And if she needs comfort again?What, we take turns?”

Luca’s glare sharpens. “This isn’t a game,Alexis.”

I smirk. “Who said it was? Look, I get it. Youthink she’s some delicate thing who needs to be handled carefully. But let’snot forget—we paid for her virginity. If she wants to experience what it’s liketo be with the Venturis, that’s her choice.”

Luca’s lips press into a thin line. “That wasnever part of the plan.”

“It wasn’t?”

He lets his eyelids drop slowly, exhaling likethis whole conversation is paining him. “She does it for the right reasons, ornot at all.”

I shrug. “We’ll see.”

He exhales sharply, shaking his head beforechanging the subject. “We need to talk about the video.”

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