“Lorik—”
I took another step forward and looked down at her. “And would you like me to call you Miss Valenti while I remind you how goddamn good my cock feels inside you? How loud I can make you scream, and how hard I can make you come?”
She sucked in a breath, and it just about killed me not to be able to take her and make her mine on the spot.
I leaned into her, bringing my lips inches from her ear. “I want you, princess, with every goddamn bone in my body. And I’ve been going out of my mind the last few days thinking about what you feel like from the inside, yet unable to have you.”
She swayed forward, and I could see by her flushed cheeks that I’d affected her. She wanted me as much as I wanted her. There was no doubt about it.
“Lorik, stop. Please.” She breathed out, and a shiver moved down my spine when I felt her warm breath against my skin.
“What if I can’t?”
She looked up at me pleadingly. “I can’t—”
“Everything okay here?” Anderson stepped up, and the tension between Karina and me shattered. I’d never liked the guy much, but I’d never had a stronger urge to turn his balls inside out.
Unable to ignore the fucker, I moved back, but I didn’t take my eyes off her. Her pink cheeks and flushed skin around her neck looked so goddamn enticing, and knowing it was because of me thrilled me to no fucking end. My cock agreed.
“Everything’s fine,” I replied without looking at Anderson, but then I was nudged in the side, and Anderson pulled my attention away from Karina to the two Valenti brothers walking toward us.
With their matching gray suits and pitch-black hair, they looked like a force to be reckoned with. Antonio had enough confidence to make you want to shrivel up and die with a single glance, while Dante reeked of testosterone.
Wasn’t that just typical? Me coming within seconds of fucking Karina on the bar with her brothers nearby only proved how hard I’d fallen, how much I really wanted this woman. But I was here to do my job—a job with the potential to destroy every chance I had with Karina.
“Okay,” I started, trying to pull my shit together. “Now that we have all the Valenti offspring together, I’ll make this quick.”
“Great.” Antonio placed his hands in his pants pockets.
“Dante, mind telling us where you were Sunday morning between one and three a.m.?”
He rocked on his feet. “I was home, since my evening was cut short quite abruptly.”
I didn’t miss the hint of sarcasm in his voice, and neither did I miss the way Karina shifted from one leg to the other.
“Do you have someone who can back that up?” Anderson chimed in from the side.
Dante shrugged. “Sure. Ask my parents. You can also check the security footage, proving I never left the house during that time.”
I turned to Antonio, who looked as cool as a guy who just smoked weed. “And you?”
“I was home.” His answer was clipped but lacked conviction.
Suspicion knocked against my skull. “Will the security footage show you never left the house during that time too?”
Antonio glanced at Dante, and the entire atmosphere was suddenly laden with tension. Everything about Antonio’s demeanor made me wary.
“Well?” I urged.
He inhaled. “No. Because I wasn’t home between one and three a.m.”
“Mind telling us where you were?”
“I was out.”
“Out where?”
He glanced around the restaurant before roughing his hand through his hair. It didn’t take a genius to notice he was pretty uncomfortable.