My Becca grabbed his tie and brought us into a three-way huddle. Cologne and perfume mixed together to arouse my senses. But Rebecca had too much on her mind to think about sex.
For the first time since we sealed our love deal, I would spend the night here without being buried deep in Rebecca’s tight pussy. Pulling out to throat fuck Bastien. Rinse. Repeat.
He stroked my cheek, then her hair, and walked away, resuming his call.
I held my Becca’s face, lost in her blue eyes. “Did you call your sisters? Nate?”
She nodded. “Yes. Nate’s flying out tomorrow. My sisters are headed to our house on the Island when my mother gets home.”
A chill went down my back. Nate Domenico, the long-assumed heir-presumptive was coming back to New York. He’d told his father to fuck off when the guy was breathing. Death did things to people. Changed their minds.
Nate was the rightful Domenico heir. Would he knock his sister off the throne?
I steered Rebecca to a corner of the kitchen. With her face in my hands, I kissed her and said, “Nate’s going back to L.A. after everything, right?”
She shrugged and said, “I can’t see why not. He—” Her breath hitched. “You’re worried he has plans to take over?”
I guessed the way I asked my question gave me away since I hardly ever spoke about Nate. “It’s his right. No?”
Rebecca scoffed. “Nate wants no part of this. I assure you.”
“But...”
She stepped back. “You’re worried if I’m not the queen anymore that means less power for you?”
That made me laugh. “You think I’m fucking you for the power it gives me?”
“What are we talking about?” Giancarlo came up behind me.
I turned around sharply. “Excuse me. I brought her over here to talk to her alone. Is there no privacy in this thing we’re doing here?”
“No.” Giancarlo folded his arms.
“Okay, that’s not true.” Rebecca stepped between us, her hands on each of our chests.
We were both inside her at the same time last night. But when we got naked, we became different people. We were one. Clothes on and in the daylight, Rebecca was our queen and...
And what?
Every day without my ring on Rebecca’s finger, I lost credibility to the outside world. Something I had to discuss with her. Only, I just found out there were no goddamn secrets between us.
I was a Messina. Papa worked hard for thirty years to put us next in line to the throne. I expected Giancarlo and Bastien to at least acknowledge that and understand I had an obligation to fulfill the wishes of Rebecca’s father.
Those guys should understand I had to marry her. The way they both looked at me holding her suggested that conversation wouldn’t go down very well.