“I can drag you out of this studio by your hair and lock you in your room.”
“Marcello, please. Stop killing my vibe,” she whined.
Alex grabbed an angled brush and dipped it into orange paint that reminded me of a sunset. She leaned forward, oblivious to her tits spilling out from her bra. The lace did nothing to hide her nipples.
Fuck.
Why did I have to feel something for her? Even if that feeling was a mixture of hatred and lust. There were times, like this one, when something unfamiliar stirred in my belly. A foreign emotion I hadn’t experienced since my mother was alive.
Neither of us had a choice.
We had to marry, produce heirs, make our families happy. I hated having that obligation. But when Alex looked at me, like she was gazing deep into my soul, a sense of calm washed over me. It was intimate, emotional, and so damn heartbreaking. Because I knew I could never give her what she deserved.
I studied the canvas and dropped to the floor in front of her. “Is that me or Luca?”
She had my mother’s gift, the ability to see what people were hiding.
“Do you like it?”
“It’s brilliant,” I whispered in disbelief. “How do you do that?”
My voice sounded distant, unsure of my question, even though I wanted an answer.
“Do what?”
“Make me feel like she’s still here.”
“It’s an artist’s job to make you feel something.”
I cupped the side of her face, my fingers brushing her skin. “That’s the problem with you.”
She cocked an eyebrow at me. “Are we still talking about art?”
Our eyes met, and I tucked her blonde curls behind her ear, breathing against her lips. A trail of heat rushed down my arms and spread throughout my body like fire. How did she make me feel so many emotions at once?
I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her mouth to mine. She felt the same way about me as I did her. We hated how much we wanted each other. But once our lips collided, and our tongues tangled, we were fucking made for each other.
She was everything I wanted.
Everything I craved.
The balance to my madness, the angel on my shoulder when I wanted to do nothing but sin. My inner demons were screaming, begging to come out and play. I slipped my fingers through her hair as she climbed onto my lap, wrapping her thighs around me.
“Marcello,” she moaned as I kissed her neck.
I licked and sucked on her skin, nibbling her hot flesh with each moan I stole from her. Throwing her arms around my neck, she rocked her hips to meet mine, desperate to create friction between us. My cock pressed against my zipper, itching to be free as she rubbed her pussy on me.
“Slow down, princess.” I bit her lip, and she moaned. “Keep grinding on my cock like this, and I won’t be responsible for what comes next.”
“You’re not taking my virginity on this floor.”
Alex’s virginity had remained intact because it was part of the deal. None of us could fuck her until we were all together. Until she was ready and we all agreed there was no turning back.
Throughout her high school and college years, we had ensured no man touched her. Like a piece of fine art, we wanted to preserve Alex.
Make herours.
“Who said anything about fucking?” I gripped her shoulder, pushing her onto her back. “I’d rather you ride my face and let me taste your sweet cunt.”