Page 124 of Thin Lines (Donati Bloodlines 2)

“When is Affonso coming back?”

Calisto tensed briefly. “When I give him what hewants, I suppose.”

Emma frowned. “I don’t understand.”

“When he can come home, sit in a corner, and know hegot everything he wanted from me,” Calisto said quietly, trying desperately tokeep the anger out of his tone. “When he feels like he’s manipulated me into acorner, and I can’t fight my way back out.”

“The boss thing again?”

“Partly.”

“What else is there?” Emma asked.

“You, Emmy. There’s you.”

The tip of her finger traced circles on his thigh. “Hedoesn’t know about us, though.”

“He doesn’t have to. I know. He’ll come back to hiswife—whom he doesn’t deserve or love—and he’ll treat her the way he always has,as if she’s an afterthought and disposable in his life. And me? I’ll bestanding in the shadows watching it all in my own unhappiness and envy.”

“I don’t know if I can do that,” Emma said softly.

“Do what?”

“Pretend like that with him again. I don’t want to,Cal.”

Calisto held the side of her face, rolling his thumbover her soft lips. “I don’t know how to fix this, Emmy. I’m sorry.”

She closed her eyes, and he saw the sliver of wetnessslide along her bottom lashes. He hated himself for making her cry like that.He wished this situation could be different for them somehow.

Calisto didn’t know how to do that for them.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated.

Emma nodded, and he wiped away her tears. “We knewthis, right?”

“Knew what?”

“How doomed we were.”

Calisto swallowed hard, heartbroken and torn apart.“Yeah, we knew.”

Silently, Calisto pulled Emma up from the floor andinto his lap. He kissed her soft and slow, taking his time to love her mouthand explore her body with his hands. He helped her shed her clothes, and hisquickly followed.

Before long, he had her on the edge of the piano,naked with her legs spread wide. He didn’t waste any time getting between herlegs and burying his bare cock into her soaked, tight pussy. He fucked herhard, made her beg and scream, and it let them both forget about all the thingsthat surrounded them.

All the things that hurt.

The things they had no control over.

A life they didn’t want.

He watched her back bow against smooth, shiny wood. Heheard her breathless cries echo above the clangs of her fist hitting againstthe piano keys every time he thrust back inside her. He could smell their sexsaturating the room.

It was perfectly wrong.

And disappointingly right.

He heard her whispers of Don’t stop, rightthere, and Oh, my God, Cal through the blood rushing in his ears.