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He couldn’t have told me how he felt. He couldn’t come to me and be be honest with me.
Is that my fault? Or is it just a part of his nature, one that I haven’t taken enough notice of?
Feeling drained, I nod. I understand how it all works.
“It would have belonged to you.” I sigh. “If I hadn’t come along, it would have been yours.”
“If it hadn’t been for you, yes. You came and you… took it. All of it.”
“I took it. And now you want your big uncle from Chicago to come and take it back from the nasty witch…”
“I didn’t say…” his neck reddens. Then his face.
“You want uncle to go get your toy back.”
“Lucia…” the pitch of his voice rises. His lips thicken as his tongue flicks out.
“Nice big uncle will come and get your toy and give it back to you.”
His eyes blaze. “Look…”
“Only you never had it. It was never yours, was it Alessio? When it was in your grasp, I came and I grabbed it.” Suddenly, we’re in rocky territory, a dark place that I have been desperate to avoid. “I took it with both hands because you were too slow to know what to do with it. How to handle it. What it was or what it meant. I took it because you couldn’t.”
“Just because you took it, that does’t mean that it’s yours or that you can do what you want with it.”
“You know, Alessio, it kind of does. That’s the thing about power. Either you handle it, or it handles you.”
Our noses are barely an inch apart. His breath heats my cheeks and I taste him in my mouth. His nostrils flare.
My teeth are closing as I tell him, “If you knew how to handle it, you would have taken it immediately. Or you would have taken it from me.” My eyes narrow. I want to back out of the dark, narrow turn this has taken. It’s too dangerous. My worst secret is too near the surface here. But there’s no way back.
My hands clench and flex. “You really believe that your uncle is here to crown you?”
“You don’t even know him.” The front of his pants bulges fat, hard and perilously tight.
“No, I don’t. But I do know that his nephew is a fool. And I bet he knows it, too.”
“Don’t…” his big hand seizes my jaw. He squeezes my cheeks.
Even in his iron grip, I manage to shake my head. Through gritted teeth I tell him, “He’s playing you, Alessio.”
He snarls, gripping my face harder. “You don’t know what you’re talking about. You have no idea.” The heat of his body is unbearably close.
All the muscles on the front of my body zing. All the ones facing him. My chest, arms, thighs and abs tingle and buzz.
My pussy weeps so hard I can hardly keep still and the scent is giving me a dizzy aura.
I’m trying to hold down the shake in my voice as I tell him, “You think you’re an emperor. That you’re about to be crowned in glory.” His lip curls. I say, “You’re a fish on a hook and you don’t even see it.”
He pulls my face nearer. I’m on tiptoes and I’m stretching up. I grab his wrist with both hands. I want to choke him. Choke him and peg him. Even though I know I’m not strong enough. Maybe it’s because I’m not strong enough.
“Alessio,” my voice sticks in my throat as I take in the scents and the heat of his body. “He’s reeling you in.”
“You think you know everything.” The top of his chin quivers. “You probably think you’re smarter than Carlo. But I’ll have to be the one to break it to you, Lucia. You’re not.” A vein in his temple pulses. “You were nothing before we took you in. Less than nothing. Your precious daddy sold you to us. He was going to pay to have you taken off his hands.”
All my limbs shudder as his eyes harden. “The three of us made bets on who would get the short straw. Who would wind up shackled to the blow-in. the waif that floated up from the depths and beached on our porch.”
Moving closer, our noses almost touch. I shout in his face, “You all lined up to get your wicks wet though, didn’t you. None of you waited for an invitation to get up between my thighs, did you?”
