Page 35 of Hostile Bond
Taking a confident step into Sinéad’s personal space, I snatch the beer bottle from her hand and whistle to my charming brother to take it back.
“I thought you were pissed at me, Wifey?” I pin her with an arrogant smirk. “And here you are, joining the party as my hot as fuck wife and looking like you devoured the devil as a light snack.”
She takes another puff of the blunt, places a hand on my bare chest and lightly runs a fingernail over my nipple. My heart rate shoots for the stars. Her teasing touch extinguishes the killer instincts riddling my brain and replaces them with the savage need to fuck. Her tempting warmth sucks me into a vortex where only this woman and I exist.
“I was temporarily pissed…” she says thickly. “But then I had an eye-opening chat with your eldest brother.”
I clear my throat, doing my best to stand firm when all I feel is unwarranted, bitter jealousy. “And what exactly did Tommy say?”
“He’s of the opinion you might actually love me.”
I cock my head at her and hitch a skeptical brow. Carina has a way of taming Tomás’ demons, but he’s not a natural romantic. “He said that?” I laugh cynically.
“He alluded to it.” Our gazes weld together, threads of dark desire scaffold around our wounded bond to grant us access to each other's hearts again. “You’re lucky to have so many siblings.” Her voice is smoky and provocative, like she’s spent her waking hours perfecting the best pitch to entice me with.
“You’re their sister-in-law, which makes us all one big happy family.” I tell her, pinching the blunt out of her fingers and taking a much needed drag. “Familia is everything, Wifey.”
“Agreed.” Her fingertips skate lower, the ticklish pressure forces my abdomen to clench.
Their journey stops at the waistband of my jeans, teasing my trapped dick with a promise of carnal satisfaction.
“André…” she whispers, her wide eyes like screens. They absorb the reflection of ferocious flames as she folds her arms, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. “How about you kneel before your queen?”
Instantly, my heavy dick twitches. Moments ago I could feel nothing, but I’m alive inside now. My heart’s pumping with a twisted desire I never knew existed. If my brothers saw me lower to my knees for this woman, they would surely think I’d finally lost my mind. However, it’s quite possible she'll be the catalyst, eventually.
I hum from the back of my throat as I exhale a plume of smoke and laugh darkly. Tossing the blunt, I dip my mouth to the shell of her ear. A concoction of coconut and vanilla shoots up my nose, making me groan.
“I’ll kneel before you when I’m eating out your hot little pussy, Wifey.” Minty warm breath caresses my neck when her head tilts closer. “I loved you before I knew you were a Sapori and I’d still love you if you decide to piss all over his legacy. But what troubles me is how you doubted my reasons for taking him out.” I gather her hand in mine and raise her knuckles between us, so the tiny tattoo on her finger is visible.
Sinéad takes a beat to study the ink, permitting a slight smile to grace her cherry red lips, and then those sultry long black lashes of hers drift up. Something new glitters in her flared pupils––ambition or devotion. Maybe both?
“I didn’t doubt this…” She motions from her chest to mine. “How I feel about you. But it's not like we started this story on the same page.”
My hand is around her neck before I exhale. I want to feast on her glistening cherry lips and stick my tongue down her goddamn throat. “And now you believe Tommy?” I rasp with a chafing hint of offense. “You’d take his word as the truth?”
She easily swallows against my palm, her breathing unconstrained. “He’s not the one who made me see sense. Deep down, I’ve always known there’s something special between us. I just panicked, and then…”
I rub my thumb over her stained lips. “Then what—huh?”
“This beautiful island.” I witness her quick intake of air. “He said you bought it for me...”
It's not like me to fall in love––not my style, but somehow, it’s happened. That’s an undeniable fact and I’m man enough to admit it. So, when it comes to her safety, a guy in my position could be quite persuasive. Besides, if organizing a team to show up unannounced, point a loaded gun at the temple of a wealthy real estate developer, and offer him a billion dollars to hand over his island, then I’d do it—for her. Because she isn’t just my whole world, she’s the creator of a universe that revolves around my heart.
“I did,” I admit causally. “It’s all yours. A belated wedding gift. I’ve renamed it Sin Island. If you want to knock down the villa and rebuild your dream home, then go ahead.”
“My home is with you, Dré. The villa is perfect as long as you’re in it.”
When I chuckle, I’m oddly aware of how her energy matches mine. It happens before I can think. Heat flames in my veins. I release her neck and spin her around, snaking my arm around her bare belly, nudging her spine to my pelvis.
“I leave for New York in the morning. The jet is fueled and ready to go. I’ll be back in a few days. I promise,” I mutter, oddly unsettled by the thought of leaving her.
Pinned tight to my chest, I feel her lungs deflate and her shoulders sag.
“Do you have to go?”
“Yeah, Sin. I do.”
Together we reverse a few shuffled steps and lower to the sun bed, where I secure her between my spread thighs.
