Page 35 of Temptation
Will it always be like this, I wonder? When the darkness boils inside me, will I need to release into Greta to get back to the light?
I disentangle my fingers from her hair and she sits back, popping my cock out of her mouth. Cum dribbles out of the corner of her mouth and she wipes it up and sucks her fingers, swallowing the last of me down.
Watching her take the last of me makes me hungry for more, and my cock hardens.
“Come into the cage, coniglietto. I want to touch you.”
She brings the key out of her pocket and unlocks the door, but just as she’s about to climb onto the bed, there’s an insistent knocking from somewhere downstairs. A moment later, my phone rings.
“Puttana.”
Mattio wouldn’t disturb me if it wasn’t urgent.
I scramble out of the cage and grab my phone from my pants pocket.
“What is it?” I bark into the phone.
“Greta’s brother is downstairs, and he’s furious.”
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GRETA
Lorenzo mutters something into his phone, and his tone and the way he glances at me as he says it puts me on edge.
“What is it?”
Lorenzo reaches for his clothes and starts shrugging them on. Any hope of a lazy morning exploring each other’s bodies evaporates.
“Your brother is here. He’s demanding I give you back.”
He says it with a sardonic smile, but the thought of Hans makes me wary. He’s the best brother a girl could have, but also the worst. Hans is overprotective to a fault, and I don’t know how he’s going to react to my new boyfriend.
I do up my jeans and smooth down my hair, then wash my hands, getting rid of any traces of what we’ve just been up to.
When I come out of the bathroom, Lorenzo is fully dressed, his suit only a little rumpled.
“You stay here, coniglietto. I’ll go and speak to your brother,” Lorenzo says, in a tone that brokers no argument. But this is my family. I’m going to deal with it.
“No.”
Lorenzo looks surprised, and I get the feeling he’s not used to being questioned. His brow furrows and I swallow hard, wondering if we’re about to have our first argument.
“Hans is here for me, and I want to talk to him. He’s not going to hurt me. But he might hurt you.”
Lorenzo smirks.
“I’m sure I can handle an angry brother.”
I shake my head slowly. “You haven’t met Hans.”
He’s the stereotype of a Scandinavian giant. Six foot five, broad-shouldered with a square jaw. He’s got a beard and shaggy hair, a modern day Viking. And he’s just as angry as one too.
I know Lorenzo can handle himself, but there’s no way I’m sending him down there alone. I don’t want this to get out of hand.
“Fine,” Lorenzo says. “Because this is your family, coniglietto, I will let you have your way. But when it’s my family, we do things my way.”
I purse my lips together. It’s going to take some getting used to, living in his family.
