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Then I saw her at church. Son of a bitch.
Mostly because I knew where her sister stood and was concentrating on not letting myself look in that direction.
The hot-blooded male in me wondered how obedient she really was. And the Russo wanted to know how much she would let me get away with.
“My sister will,”
“Pissed me off,” was all I said, swirling my glass of whiskey.
“I don’t know. Maybe smoking cigarettes with handsome young men.”
“Don’t follow men into dark corners.” A spark flickered to life in his eyes. It softened when his thumb skimmed the edge of my bottom lip. “Next time, you might not get out alive.”
“Deadly.”
up until I was locked in a car with Elena Abelli.
I was fucking burning up.
The smallest sexual interaction I’d ever had with a woman had gotten to me so much I had to pretend I needed gas just so I could get the fuck out of that car.
couldn’t go in because I had a fucking hard-on.
I wanted to know what she did during the day and what kind of thoughts consumed such a pretty head.
Truthfully, I didn’t give a fuck if it had been. It pissed me off.
She called it platonic, while I had been one second from losing my grasp on self-control and touching her everywhere she’d let me.
She was supposed to be wallpaper, but I couldn’t stop my gaze from finding her whenever she was in the room.
Never thought a blush could get me so hard.
Depends.
Those soft brown eyes met mine, working their way into my chest.
I liked it.
I wanted Elena Abelli, and starting a feud just so I could have her was beginning to sound less and less like a bad idea every time she was near.
Not one I was so fascinated with I couldn’t think straight.
I couldn’t help but to be interested in everything that came out of the girl’s mouth. It was getting to the point she couldn’t make a move without my notice, no matter how much I tried to stop myself.
If I ran into Elena Abelli again tonight . . . I’d lose my goddamn mind.
“I swear to God, Elena, if I find out you’ve let some man touch you, I will deliver his hands to you in a box.” I swallowed. “And I do not. Fucking. Bluff.” He slammed the door behind him.
he growled.
“Do you respect me?”
wave of shock rolled through me when the pad of his finger traced the hem of my swimsuit bottoms that still bared too much of my ass.
His finger slid under my bottoms, gliding over the curve of my ass where it almost met thigh.
He cursed roughly and pulled the fabric out from between my cheeks.
“You want me to respect you?”
“So, which one is it?” I was a slut or a tease. Those were the options he’d given me—what he thought of me. Frustration expanded in my chest.
moment sooner. “Go upstairs and change, Elena.” Nico’s voice was hard and uncompromising.
“Ask me nicely.”
“Look at you, snooping through my shit. You’d think I was marrying you instead.”
“Thank the good Lord for small miracles, huh?”
“And look at how well you play wife. Starting to think I got the short end of the stick.”
It was way too fucking tight and receiving enough stares from my cousins to piss me off.
He was currently rubbing the back of his neck and fucking blushing—and
The asshole had a pretty face, and it annoyed me more than I cared to admit that it had interested Elena.
Elena’s soft laughter filtered through the room, hitting me in the chest. My jaw tightened. Lorenzo was not that fucking funny.
“That’s the wrong sister you’re staring at. The right one is over there.”
When I realized that, I’d felt something I had never felt in my life: like I was expendable. And that pissed me off.
There was always some vice that eventually killed a Russo.
I was beginning to think mine was Elena Abelli.
I wanted to crush her wings and then put them back together again so she’d become dependent on me. I wanted her to need me. That dark, possessive, and dangerous feeling crawled through me every time she crossed my path.
“You want me to insult you?”
“Thought I did that yesterday.” “Really? I’ve already forgotten.”
“You look like a slut in that dress, Elena.”
“Only good for one thing, and it’s not running your pretty little mouth.”
