Page 104 of Vicious Games

“You smell so good, wife,” Jude grunts, kicking the door closed with his heel before shoving Mina up against the wall, lifting her in his arms until she’s straddling his shoulders.

Impressive.

“I need to know if every inch of you smells this good,” he mewls, lifting her skirt to take a good, long whiff between her thighs. “Just as I thought,” he says, craning his head back to look into his wife’s eyes. “You smell fucking delicious. And what do you know? I’m fucking starving.”

“Glad to hear it.” Mina winks, tugging on the strands of his hair to steady herself. “Now be a good husband and eat to your heart’s content,” she adds in her posh British accent.

“Don’t mind if I do,” he smirks before his head disappears in between her thighs.

Huh? Looks like eating pussy was on every Romano’s mind tonight. Go figure.

It’s Frankie’s little gasp of astonishment that finally pulls Mina’s attention to us.

“What’s up?” I say, tilting my head, a smug smirk on my face.

“Jude, love,” Mina says sweetly, smiling. “Dinner will have to wait. We have guests.”

“What?” Jude grumbles, pulling away from his favorite meal.

He licks his lips, eyeing his wife first, then following her gaze until he spots us.

“Hey, big brother,” I taunt, while a visibly shaken Frankie lets her bookbag fall to the floor, her textbooks scattering across the rug.

Jude just scowls at me. He gently sets Mina back down on her feet, then takes three long strides toward us, crossing his arms, his gaze bouncing from me to Frankie and back again.

“Care to explain what the fuck you’re doing in my house?!”

Busted. Anybody know what’s the going rate for a coffin?

Because I’m pretty sure I’m about to need one.

Chapter 16

Frances

“Whoah!” Darius gushes beside me as we drive up to Lucky’s mansion. “This place is insane!”

“It’s something, all right.” I offer him a smile, grateful he’s here so I don’t have to face the Romano clan alone.

After meeting Lucky’s brother, Jude, a few days ago—and how awkward that whole ordeal was—I knew I needed a buffer. Thankfully, Sister Margaretta was all too happy to let Darius tag along, especially after Lucky’s mother suggested I stay the night.

“So your guy is loaded, huh?” Darius asks, his big brown eyes drinking in every inch of the massive house.

“He’s not my guy,” I retort automatically.

“You sure about that?” he teases just as Lucky bursts out the front door, hurrying down the steps as if he couldn’t get to us fast enough.

“Hi,” he says, offering his hand with a coppery-eyed grin that could melt glaciers.

“Hi,” I echo, cheeks flushing as he pulls me from the car and presses a kiss to the inside of my wrist.

“Thanks… um… for sending a town car to pick us up,” I mumble.

“No problem,” he flashes me an endearing smile before turning his attention to Darius. “Hey, little man. Glad you could make it.”

Darius tips his chin up, trying his best to look intimidating, or at least as intimidating as a ten-year-old can.

“Still don’t like me, huh?” Lucky chuckles. “Maybe I’ll change your mind today.”

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