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As soon as I pull up to the gates of the estate, I wait in anticipation as they slide open gracefully. But nothing about our home is pure. Devils reside within the walls of the mansion. They were our family, our parents. The dark secrets they hid from us all spilled out, and I’m certain when they read our father’s last will and testament, even more fucked-up lies will be revealed.
As soon as I turn the engine off, I’m out of the car. The crunch of the stones under my shiny black shoes is the only sound, and I focus on each step to calm my erratic nerves. Seeing her again is what I’ve wanted for so long, and now that I’m about to meet those beautiful eyes once more, I can’t stop my heart from thudding wildly against my rib cage.
Strolling into the house, I find it empty, or at least, silent. I know they’re here; I can smell her perfume lingering in the foyer. The home I’ve become accustomed to hiding from is now my sanctuary. When Adrien first told me of my father’s death, I smiled. Is that wrong? A son reveling in his father’s demise?
I felt no sadness. Neither did I feel the need to see his final resting place. Watching his body being lowered into a hole in the ground. The family crypt is the last place I want to visit. Stalking through the foyer, I make my way into the drawing room to find them embraced like lovers. Except they’re not. At least, they shouldn’t be, but I know how it feels. Wanting something so much that the moment it’s no longer there, you’re shattered. Merely a part of a puzzle that’s missing its pieces.
I watch them for a moment, the kiss something out of those fucking romance novels women love to read. Alessia has grown up. She’s older now, an adult, and she’s filled out. Her hips, her face, and when Adrien moves her around in his harsh grip, I notice her beautiful tits squashed against his chest. I can’t help but smile.
My cock, on the other hand, has ideas I’d rather put to rest for now, but the heat of desire trickles to my groin. I don’t want to interrupt them, but I’m jealous that I don’t get a kiss like the one she’s gifting our brother.
“Open your eyes, Alessia,” my deep voice commands, startling her. Adrien knew I was watching them. He did it to piss me off, but that’s okay. I’ll get him back for that little display of alpha male.
Chapter 6
Alessia
My eyes snap open to find Julien standing in the room, watching us with a wolfish smirk on his handsome face. He’s a year younger than Adrien, but just as formidable.
“Adrien,” he greets his brother as I’m set back on my feet. “I didn’t think you were arriving back until much later.” Julien stalks closer, leaning in to kiss me on the mouth where his brother’s lips were just devouring me. They’re swollen and wet, and his tongue snakes along them, tasting the mingled saliva of mine and his brother's.
“Alessia arrived at the bar before I had time to contact you,” Adrien informs him, his hand shifting the bulge that’s so prominent in his suit pants. “Would you like a drink?”
Julien nods. “Brandy, one block of ice. And my dear, sweet sister, how are you?” He turns his attention on me, pulling me into his arms.
“I’m fine.” My voice is raspy from being ravished by Adrien. “I was just talking about you,” I tell him, reminding myself I’d asked about him moments ago.
“I’m sure you were. It looked like it the way you had your tongue down our brother’s throat, sweet Alessia.” This time Julien chuckles. “I may even be jealous of him if you don’t offer me the same greeting.” He leans in closer to me, smiling when I shiver. Goosebumps rise on my tanned skin, and the way he licks his lips salaciously, I know he’s tempted to lick a trail over my bare flesh. It’s been far too long since he’s gotten a taste of the woman he was never meant to want.
He leans in closer to me now. Adrien plays the piano while our brother’s lips find mine. The sweet flavor of mint and honey assaults me when his tongue dips into my mouth.
Everything south of my belly button is alight with a fire burning so brightly I’m certain it could take this whole house down in flames. Julien and Adrien have been my brothers all my life, but they’ve been the men I loved since I was eighteen. I grew up believing a lie we were told. We all believed it. When I arrived at Medici Hall, we were made to believe I was their stepsister. But I was not the blood of the boys I grew up calling brother.
I learned everything I know about this life from them, and slowly, with each year that passed, I fell, deeper and deeper into the darkness that always tainted the Medici name. And now, I’m as filthy as they are, as our parents were.
Julien’s hands trail gently down my body, so soft, so loving I almost mistake him for a man who’s already been inside me. But he only knows me so well because we’ve done things before. He’s seen me naked, seen my curves, found the small beauty spot on my upper thigh. All because we grew up believing we were not blood.
“You’re as beautiful as you were before you left,” he tells me earnestly. I thought we were only here for lust, giving in to our needs, but something tells me he feels more. So much more than we were ever allowed.
“And you’ve grown into a man,” I tell him. Flitting my eyes to Adrien, I grin. “Both of you.”
The piano falls silent, and my older brother’s shoulders are rigid as he sits quietly at the instrument. We don’t move. Don’t breathe. But I need something to happen. I need one of them to say something, to tell me this is okay. My immaturity still shines through the darkness at times, and I feel like the teenage girl who kissed her stepbrothers without knowing what I was doing. Thinking it was innocent, that there wasn’t anything wrong with having feelings with those so close to you.
But in the end, we were torn apart by the lies we were led to believe.
Julien tugs me over to the piano, my heels clicking on the expensive tiles from Milan our mother insisted on. Adrien turns to regard us. His eyes burning into me, trailing from my head to my toes.
“I think we need to become reacquainted,” Julien murmurs along the column of my neck, causing a shiver to trickle through me. The warmth of his breath makes my stomach flip with want as Adrien reaches for the straps of my dress. He pushes them over my shoulders, allowing the silk to pool at my feet. My black-and-pink, lace and silk corset, along with the matching panties, cause him to smirk, the corner of his mouth tilting salaciously as he licks his lips.
“Come here, little sister,” Adrien all but growls in his rich accent. He allows me to sit on his lap, spreading my thighs by hanging each of my legs on either side of his. I’m open to Julien who looks like a wolf about to devour his prey.
“Mm, I think I might need a taste of you, Alessia,” Julien murmurs as he drops to one knee, as if he’s about to propose. The thought catapults my belly and causes my heart to race erratically. His hands on my thighs are strong, gripping my limbs and holding me open. My eyes are wide, watching him trail his nose up my left inner thigh.
His hot breath tickles as it moves over my skin. When he reaches my core, I know it’s damp and needy. He presses his nose against my panty-clad pussy and inhales my scent.
“Sweetest fucking nectar in the world,” he growls, his tongue darting out to lap at the material sodden with my arousal. “And the most delicious forbidden fruit I’ve ever stolen.”
Julien’s fingers tease the material to the side, baring me to his heated stare. I watch in awe as this beautiful man leans in, to lap at my dripping center. Electricity shoots through me, racing down my spine. My toes curl when he licks me again, his tongue flicking my clit, suckling the hardened, thrumming bud into his mouth.
