Page 51 of Corrupting Lily

All these things indicate what? Love?

Before I can ponder it further, Holly turns to me, holding both bikinis up and looking at me expectantly.

“Blue or hot pink?” If she was trying to achieve the same goal I was, then pink.

“Pink. I think that one will definitely get a literal rise out of Nero.” She blushes and then tosses them onto the bed before she starts undressing. Okay. We’re doing this. I follow suit, turning away from her as I undress. By the time we have pulled on our bikinis, I wonder if this is a good idea. My bust is pushed up, and the cleavage generated is ample and eye-catching. Not much of it is covered, if I am really honest. And all my scars are on display. If I were trying to turn Dominico on, perhaps this wasn’t the right way to do it. But then again, he had scars similar to mine, and he wasn’t ashamed of them. So why should I be ashamed of mine? Now is the time to be brave.

When I turn around, Holly and I cover our mouths, stifling the giggles that erupt as we stare at one another. Her eyes sweep over my form, and I blush under her scrutiny. But when she whistles, all my insecurity fades away. One thing she is, is truthful, so if she says it looks good, then I’ll believe her.

“Okay, that is definitely going to land you in hot water. Goddam, your tits look amazing.” She turns me around, gently slapping my rear. “And that ass, fuck Lily, I wish I had a body like yours. Dominico is going to lose it. Seriously.”

I laugh and turn around, my eyes drifting down Holly's figure. She is a bit taller and much slimmer, and her hot pink bikini looks absolutely stunning.

“No. Your body is perfect. Really, Holly. Nero's caveman tendencies will definitely be put to the test. Don't be surprised if you find yourself flung over his shoulder again. Getting your ass spanked.This time, I don't think he will stop at just one.” She blushes and then nearly jumps with excitement, perhaps even encouraged by that potential scenario.

“Okay, let's go cause chaos,” she squeals as she loops her arm through mine before we head out the door.

Matteo’s eyes widen, and then his head abruptly turns.

“Someone is going to die,” he mutters, falling in step behind us.

Holly giggles, telling me that she has heard his mutterings.

As we approach the entrance to the back patio and swimming pool, my stomach twists in knots, anxiety suddenly blooming in the pit. Dammit. Was this a good idea? Holly must sense my hesitation as she shakes her head and tugs me forward.

“Don’t chicken out. He needs a bit of his own medicine. You know he is just marrying her to make you jealous. That sounds like a lunatic to me, but I suppose we can’t choose who we love.” Her eyes drift over to Nero, who now stands with Dominico and the other man from earlier.

Nero's eyes sweep hungrily over Holly's form, his fist clenching at his side. And so it begins.

“Into the flames we go,” she whispers as Nero mouths something to the group before Dominico’s gaze drifts over.

Even wearing sunglasses, his gaze scorches me, hotter than the sun beating down on us. Goosebumps cover my body, and even in this warmth, I shiver. Suddenly, I wish I had kept my sunglasses on. I feel at a disadvantage and avert my gaze, afraid my carefully constructed walls, crumbling under the pressure of my jealousy, will reveal my true feelings. How jealous I am. How much I crave the man standing there, looking like the absolute epitome of masculinity, embodying everything I want. Everything I need. It crackles through my being, making me feel like a live wire.

As we approach them, my gaze drifts to the table where all eyes are on us—for all of two seconds. Dominico’s two lethally spoken words,occhi bassi, send all gazes downward. All except the man standing with Dominico, and Sam, who is now sitting on the pool's edge. She smirks, which is surprising. She doesn't appear even slightly jealous. She must not see me as a threat. That thought strengthens my resolve. Instead of shrinking, I stand taller, even adding some sway to my hips.

Using all my self-control and restraint, I walk past the group, keeping my eyes firmly on the water and not on the man who has compelled me to act so boldly. A man whose gaze is like a burning laser, searing a path into my skin.

I swear, as I pass him, I hear a low growl followed by one word.

“Fuck.”

Chapter 32

Dominico

“Fuck.”

Sam’s brother, Killian, laughs, his eyes on my little flower. If he weren’t gay and hadn’t saved my life three years ago, I’d have cut them out already.

“Dom, she is a firecracker.” He whistles, shaking his head for emphasis. Everyone else has looked away at my command to lower their eyes.

“What do you think Rochelle will say when she hears you used her wife as a tool to make your future wife jealous?” Dante asks, his laugh telling me how insane that situation was. It was madness. But in the moment, it seemed like the right thing to do. The only thing sparing me from having my cock and balls cut off by Rochelle, the woman who has done as much to other men for less, was the fact that I am the Don.

“She messaged me and said she would be here soon. Whatever you are trying to achieve, you are nearly out of time,” Killian warns, hiseyes still on Lily.

He doesn’t know it, but he is unwittingly involved in the scheme I set up last night when I let Sam stay in my room. When he arrived, their constant chatter and laughter likely fueled Lily’s jealousy, making her think it was Sam and me together. However, that little act of stirring the pot is now returning to haunt me.

Lily was returning the favor tenfold. Doing this to fucking torture me. Rather effectively. That bikini is barely covering her important bits. Bits I want to ravish. Her breasts are scarcely covered by the yellow triangles meant for a much smaller cup size. The bottom of the set is no better, her delicious rear bouncing with every step.

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