Page 1 of Fatal Love

Prologue

Antonio

Two Months ago.

“Are you alright?” Michael’s smooth voice cut through my thoughts.

“Yeah. Just reading over this file you gave me.” I thumbed the paper, looking for something to use against Rachel. She hadn’t learned I was working in her house yet, but any day I would be found out and I needed something. “There has to be something here I can use.”

“You need to take a break.” Michael pressed his palm against my shoulder. “How about I order some pizza?”

I glanced up at his face and froze. His eyes were the brightest green I’d ever seen in a man. They had this magical power that seemed to trap me inside their tiny orbs. My body reacted in ways I wasn’t sure I understood.

“Yeah,” I gritted out. Uncomfortable with my reaction to another man. This hadn’t been the first time my body felt something for a member of the same sex. Bastian had done something similar to me when I had been in Chile. He showed me things I hadn’t expected to like—not with a man.

Turning my attention back to the folder, I read a page of notes Donny had gathered on her. Alec had managed to hack into her personal accounts.

“Holy shit,” I whispered. My subconscious was not believing what I was seeing.

“What?” Michael set a glass of whiskey down in front of me.

“I think I found something.” I handed him the photo buried beneath the stacks of account information. “Looks like she has a semi-shady past.”

“This? It’s just a photo of her.” Michael turned the image on its side. “A naughty image, though. But how’s this going to help us?”

“I think our girl might have a fetish I can exploit.”

My cock strained against my jeans when I thought about her in the photo. Michael must have had the same reaction because he adjusted his pants. My eyes tracked his movement as he palmed the bulge in his slacks. I couldn’t take my eyes off his dick.

“Antonio?” Michael whispered my name. It was a whimper, if not a plea.

“Michael. I’m—” I swallowed, unable to finish my words.

He reached down and cupped my cheek in his hand. “Don’t.” He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. His tongue licking at the seam of my mouth. Giving in to the carnal need for his touch, I opened to him. Our tongues met in a frenzy as he dominated my mouth. Gripping my shirt, he tugged me to my feet. His hands wound into my hair and held my head in place. “Tell me to stop and I will,” he uttered against my lips. Everything about this felt wrong, but I couldn’t stop.

“Don’t stop.” I pressed my palm to his crotch and rubbed. His hard cock sent electric shock waves through my veins. “I think I’ll go mad with need if you do.”

I gripped his shirt, tugging him through the house and into my room. Shutting the door, I grinned. “Are you sure you want this?”

“I’ve never wanted something more.”

Michael pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor. His chest was a well-defined slab of hardened muscle. I watched in fascination as he stripped his pants off and stood completely naked before me. The dark trail of hair paved a path toward his cock, that stood proudly on display. “Are you going to just stand there?”

I quickly disrobed and pushed him to the bed. He pulled my arm, causing me to fall onto the mattress beside him. His fingers danced across my arm and trailed across my chest.

“Have you done this before, Antonio?”

I looked at him and smiled. “Yes. Once. Until a friend showed me it was okay to accept myself for who I am, I was afraid. You could say he enlightened me.”

“Are you gay, then?”

“Bisexual, I think. I like women too, but my need for a man is strong as well. It’s why I haven’t settled down. I don't know if a man can handle my need for a woman, and vice versa.”

“What if I told you I could?” My cock throbbed at his words. Everything about him had me worked up for weeks, but because I was afraid of what my brothers would think, I buried this part of me—until now. Michael wrapped his fingers around my shaft and pumped his hand. “I enjoy fucking women, too, but there’s nothing quite like a cock to get my dick hard as steel.”

I should have been focused on Rachel’s file. Lying in bed with my sister-in-law’s attorney was a bad idea. But as his hand glided across my rigid member, I could think of nothing else.

“What about Rachel? We should focus on finding dirt on he—” my words cut off as he wrapped his mouth around my shaft. The heat of his lips sent my hips bucking off the bed. “Fuck,” I gritted out, thrusting my body into his throat. The head of my cock pressed against the back of his throat as he bobbed his head along my dick. He made an audible pop sound as he pulled his lips from my crown and smiled.

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