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“Good cancels out the bad.”
“That’s why you left. You thought Mama would have wanted you to turn good, because it’ll cancel out all the bad from the rest of the family. You left because of Mama.”
“For the love of God, don’t tell me you came back to the Coast because of a fortune cookie. Christ,”
“I’ll always be your ride-or-die, and I know Gabe feels the same way. You want to burn this fucking coast down, I’ll lend you my lighter. But please, for the love of God, don’t make me go to war with our cousins over a piece of pussy.”
Jump, she repeated. Because when you jump, you’ll find your wings as you fall.
God, I want him. I want him on me. I want to know what he feels like.
Why I’m fingering myself at the thought of Alberto’s nephew, while he’s a mere few feet away, oblivious. I live for living dangerously in a place that barely lets me live at all.
“If you belonged to me and dressed like that around other men, I’d pull down those skimpy bottoms and spank your ass until it was raw.”
“This morning, in the sea. I was fingering myself thinking about you.”
“Aurora.” I come to a reluctant stop and tilt my head to the sky. “I don’t care what Alberto says. Wear your hair curly.”
My uncle’s twenty-one-year-old fiancee emerging from the sea in a tiny black bikini is temptation personified. But her telling me she fingered herself while watching me on the shore? A death sentence. Holy fuck. The way she just stood there. Dripping wet and next-to-naked. She was a contrast of extremes—a body like a damn porn star, soft brown eyes conveying innocence. Feigning innocence, actually.
“No. You won’t leave her here, not with him.”
“What? Who?” He doesn’t move a muscle. “Uncle Al’s fiancee. You can’t
take your eyes off her. Staring at her like a lion spotting his prey in the bush. I know you be...
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You saw her, and you decided to stay.”
“You just don’t know it yet.”
“When you realize you’re moving back, let me know.” His jaw ticks. “Because when you steal Uncle Alberto’s girl, I promise you, you’re going to need a fucking army.”
One day, Angelo will leave for good without warning and he won’t come back. And that thought shouldn’t make me feel so sick.
“You wore your hair curly.”
“I need to know what the fuck you meant when you said you touched yourself in the sea thinking about me,”
A moan escapes me before I can stop it. He hisses something dark in Italian. “Fuck, you’re annoying.”
“You don’t sound convinced.”
“What I said. I fingered myself in the sea, thinking about you.” His eyes squeeze shut. “Thinking what about me?”
“Thinking about your fingers inside of me. Wondering what they’d feel like.”
"What was your con...
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“That it would feel incredible.”
I gasp again as his fist slams the door just inches from my head.
“At first, I used just one finger, but then…” I trail off, flustering. His shoulders hitch. “But then?” “I realized one of your fingers is equal to two of mine.”
“Fuck, Aurora.” When he turns around, his eyes are as wild. Hungry. “You’re my uncle’s fiancee. I can’t touch you.” “Who are you trying to convince—me or yourself?”
“Do. Not. Tempt. Me.”
Angelo Visconti wants me as much as I want him.
“Show me.” My breathing shallows. “What?” “Show me what you did to yourself.”
“I’m going to watch.”
“Fucking hell, Aurora. You’re perfect. Of course you’d be perfect.”
“Does it feel good, baby?”
Baby. Heat rises from my pounding clit. “Yeah,” I whimper, fingering myself faster. Then I catch his eye and smile coyly, “I bet it’d feel better if you did it.”
“And then I’d take those perfect tits in my mouth, see if they taste as sweet as they look.”
“You like it rough, baby?”
“I don’t know,” I whisper shyly. “Then I’d want to find out,”
“I’d slap that tight little cunt just to hear you scream.”
“Don’t you dare look away from me, Aurora. I want to see the look on your face when you come.”
“I was wrong about you, Magpie,” he says huskily, licking his lips. “You are a bad girl.”
The image of my uncle’s fiancee naked and fingering herself last night is burned so deep into my retinas that I fucking see it every time I close my eyes.
“So, uh. Where were you on Wednesday?” “Why? Did you miss me?” “Yes.”
“Don’t test me today, Aurora. I’ve spent nine years resisting temptation. You’re making it very hard for me to get to a decade.”
“I want you to spank me. Please.”
I especially hate her. I hate that she’s exactly what I like: a girl who doesn’t back down when I have my wicked way with her. I hate the sound she makes when my belt meets her ass. I hate the shade of red her skin turns, and how that fucking ring glints on her finger when pleasure makes her hands clench into fists.
I hate that “look but don’t touch” is a hard and fast rule. It has to be, because I know the moment I taste those lips—either set of them—there’s no way I can go back to London.
I know I’ll have to stay and fi...
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“I know what it feels like to let down your mama.”
