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It’s not the normal breakfast I’d choose for myself, but it smells delicious all the same. Right as I stab my fork into the cheesy eggs, the doorbell rings. The guys exchange a glance before pulling their guns out. Luca grabs one from a drawer next to the stove, Matteo opens a cookie jar, and Enzo gets his from under the counter we’re sitting at.
I’m impressed.
When my guys and I settle down, I want weapons hidden all over too.
The three of them brandish their guns and walk toward the front door as if they’ve practiced their movements like a synchronized dance. Matteo and Enzo stand farther from the door with their guns held up while Luca moves to open it, his Glock hidden from sight behind his back.
Enzo waves for me to stay back, but he has a lot to learn if he thinks I’d hide myself from danger.
Luca barely opens the door a crack before it’s slammed into him, and the person behind it is through the opening by the time he has his gun up. “Put it away, you little shits,” Vander growls, barreling past them on a warpath straight for me. He’s back to wearing his suit, the fucking mafia uniform, but damn is he sexy as hell wearing it.
In the blink of an eye, he’s across the space between us with his hand around my neck. Little does he know, I already have my knife in hand, ready for such a move. His body presses mine to the wall, caging me in, and I hold the sharp tip of the blade to his side. “Feeling spicy today, Reginetta?”
“You have no idea,” I murmur, staring into his dark eyes. They flash with desire as his gaze travels over my face and lands on my lips. Part of me wants to give in, because I worked so hard to get him to drop his walls, but the other wants to make him work for it. He needs to do better than simply admitting to our relationship to his boss.
“We need to talk, Remi,” he rumbles, making sure his lips graze against mine with each word like a fucking tease. I’m sure the bastard wants to talk. Doesn’t mean I’m ready to listen. Who’s to say he’d be telling me the truth?
I might be a little bitter right now.
Sue me.
“Oh, sure, come on into my home, Vander. Of course you can bring your friends,” Enzo snarks. His hand clamps on Vander’s shoulder. “Might want to move away from my sorella before you get blood on my floor. I’m not sure she released all her aggression yesterday. She’s got that same stabby gleam in her eyes.”
“Mmm, it’s hot as fuck,” Matteo dumbly announces.
Jasper slams a fist into his stomach, and while Matteo is bent forward, he leans into his ear. “Keep your eyes off my woman,” Jasper commands so loudly, there’s no mistaking the warning.
“Breakfast is getting cold,” Luca quips, trying to dispel the tension in the entryway.
I raise my eyebrow at Vander. “You heard him,” I taunt, wanting to get back to my coffee and bacon. Vander doesn’t take the hint though, so I push the knife into his side, just the tip, not enough to cause much damage. He gives a small grunt of pain, never taking his gaze from mine.
Pulling the knife free, I bring it to my lips and lick the drop of blood staining the point. Vander’s tongue traces his lips at the same time, as if he wants to share the metallic tasting drop. His dick presses into me as it grows and the intensity in his eyes makes me feel short of breath.
“Told you she was still stabby,” Enzo mutters, throwing his hands in the air and striding from the room to eat his breakfast.
Before I can move the knife away, Vander grips my wrist holding it in place. We still haven’t broken eye contact, and the emotions flashing between us are intense. He leans forward and licks the other side of the blade. Our staredown is finally broken… I can no longer fight the urge to glance at the blood smeared on his tongue.
Fuck.
I want to lick it away.
His tongue disappears inside his mouth, and he pulls my hand to the side, pinning it to the wall. With the threat of being stabbed removed, he completely crowds me until his lips are right next to my ear. It sends a shiver racing along my spine. “Next time we fuck, I want you to bring the blade,” he purrs, then licks the shell of my ear.
His free hand lands on my hip, and he grinds his dick against me. The soft trail of his lips run the length of my arm until he reaches my wrist, where he kisses my pulse using his tongue, then he continues to lick over the fingers wrapped around the knife.
I’m practically panting when he pulls away, and my clit is definitely throbbing to the beat of my racing heart. I could murder him for the smirk he gives as he follows Enzo into the kitchen area. Cole walks toward me, and when he reaches out for me, I skirt out of reach making my way for Grayson.
My hands fist his shirt, and I slam my lips on his in a hungry, desperate kiss. I need him to soothe the ache between my legs that Vander created. Grayson doesn’t hesitate, knowing exactly what I need. His hands go for my ass and lift me so I can wrap my legs around him. My hands are in his hair, holding his head to mine making sure he doesn’t even think about pulling away from me.
In a few steps, Grayson has me once more pinned to a wall, and his huge cock is firmly pressed against my cunt. “Miss me, baby?” he asks between kisses. I don’t answer, instead, I nod my head and deepen the kiss. It’s like I can’t get close enough to Grayson. I need him, beyond anything I’ve felt before.
His hips thrust against me, and the sensation is only enough to tease me, too much fabric separates us. One of his hands travels up my side, the touch leaving a searing path until he fists my hair at the nape of my neck. He yanks my head back and the sting has me moaning out while he kisses a trail along the curve of my throat until he bites me right on my pulse point.
I rub against him, wanting more friction, and hear a puzzled grunt from one of the guys. Grayson’s hand slips and his fingers dig into my crack reminding me of the plug I removed. I bet whichever one of them is my stalker tried to turn it on and is disappointed at the lack of my reaction.
Now the grunt has more meaning. I rip my head from Grayson’s hold and turn my gaze on Jasper and Cole. The latter has hurt shining from his eyes, like I broke his heart with my rejection. I can’t be certain how truthful it is though, Cole is as adept at faking emotions as I am. And he’s been honest about that fact.
Jasper is watching us too, his cool mask firmly in place. I can’t see anything that gives away which of them made the sound, but I’m certain about the reason. My gaze narrows on them and before I can say anything, Enzo yells, “Could you not! Seriously, there’s a bedroom for you upstairs, but I swear to god if you fuck while I can hear it, I will make you aquatinted with my silencer. You’re not the only scary one in this famiglia.”
