Ava slid off my lap, staring at me with a curious expression on her beautiful face. She was really fucking pretty, with a sexy body made for sin. Too bad we wouldn’t be keeping her around for much longer.
“How did you get into fashion?” Ava twirled a lock of hair around her finger. “You seem to enjoy it.”
“My mom,” I confessed.
We rarely spoke about my mother. Dante had locked that part of his life away years ago. It was rare when he even mentioned her. But he still cooked our favorite meals, so Angelo and I wouldn’t forget her. So it was like she was still here with us.
“Your mom liked fashion?”
I nodded. “She worked with designers and models for the shows at the casino.”
“That’s a cool job.” She leaned against the mirror and stared at me. “So I guess she had to work with Nico’s mom sometimes, right?”
My jaw clenched at the thought of Cara. “I don’t like talking about her. None of us do.”
“But she’s Nico’s mom.” Stepping away from the mirror, she stood over me. “He’s your brother. Don’t you care about how he feels?”
I laughed at her suggestion. “Nico doesn’t have feelings. He just does what he’s told.”
Nico doesn’t care about what he’s doing to you, I wanted to say but held my tongue. She would find out soon enough how little pretty boy cared about her.
It was all an act.
She was playing us just as much as we were playing her. Poor girl never saw it coming. I felt bad felt her, but I didn’t dig this grave for her. Ava only had her father to thank.
To end the conversation I didn’t want to have, she stripped off her blouse, giving me a seductive look as she popped open each button.
“Are you trying to tease me, Miss Vianello?”
Her lips parted as our eyes met. “Maybe.” Then she threw her top at me. “What are you going to do about it, Mr. Luciano?”
Without hesitation, I pinned her to the mirrored wall and held her arms above her head. I shoved my knee between her thighs, and she purred in my ear. “Don’t tempt me. Because I take what I want.”
She wet her lips. “And you want me?”
I bit her lip and tugged on it. “Don’t play games with me.”
“Take me upstairs,” she whispered. “Not here.”
“You haven’t tried on your new lingerie.”
“It can wait.” Her breath fanned across my lips. “Fuck me, Stefan. Please.”
I couldn’t deny her dying wish.
ChapterThirty-Four
AVA
Stefan didn’t waste a second. He ordered Jenny to have the lingerie delivered to my apartment later, and then we headed to his penthouse.
We flew off the elevator and into his living room, which had the same layout as mine, except with dark walls that gave the space a man cave vibe.
As Stefan pressed his lips to mine, our tongues tangled with wild desire. I stripped off my shirt and threw it onto the floor. Stefan stopped kissing me for a moment to appraise my body. Then he unzipped my skirt, and I kicked it to the side.
He yanked on the lacy panties, tearing the fabric, and peeled them off me. “That’s better.” A sinister expression crossed his handsome face as he ripped off my bra. “Fuck, you’re beautiful, Ava.”
My fingers trembled with each button I flicked open on his dress shirt. Maybe I was sick for desiring my captors. They would kill my father and me if they discovered the truth. But at the moment, I didn’t care.