“Will you get your ass kicked for… you know?”
He bent down and planted one last kiss on my mouth. “It was all worth it if I do. Come on. Let’s go to town and have some fun.”
Chapter10
Luca
The twins sat on either side of Ariana in the back of the limo on our way to the club, but I kept my eyes turned to the window through the whole drive. I didn’t need to see her sitting there in a slinky black dress with the thin spaghetti straps running down her creamy white shoulders and the slit showing off her long legs and thighs all the way up to her hip.
The dress hugged her curves in a delicious, swooping hourglass that drew a man’s gaze from her full breasts to her round, magnificent ass. That dress made my mouth water, and I could just imagine it making every other man’s mouth water as soon as we got to the club.
Wasn’t this what I wanted? Didn’t I want the world to drool over her and envy me because I was the one who would be taking her home after we left?
I should have envied Dominic for fucking her instead of me. I should have been furious that he let his guard down around her when I ordered him to stay vigilant. He shouldn’t have been fooling around with her, much less bending her over the mattress and spanking her ass from behind.
I couldn’t envy him, though. I had to concentrate with all my mental energy not to get hard thinking about him fucking her like that. I couldn’t get the image out of my head of his hips driving her luscious round ass up into her spine and her breasts swaying with every stroke.
She arched her spine to meet his thrusts, and she whined and squealed in ecstasy taking his cock between her ivory thighs. She stretched her head up to kiss him. A man would have to be blind not to see her tongue slithering into his mouth every time he kissed her.
Then, when they realized I was in the room and they both looked over at me, her half-closed eyes lifted drunkenly to meet mine. She was out of her mind in orgasmic pleasure. She wanted it. She loved it.
Fuck, she looked so damn hot getting her ass fucked like that. She swooned in life-changing rapture taking it deep and hard.
What would she feel like if I fucked her like that? Would she be able to release herself with me the way she did with Dominic?
He sat unnaturally close to her in the limo. He didn’t even try to hide that he was taking a protective stance over her.
He looked out his window every now and then, but he spent as much time looking out ofmywindow to scan the terrain outside the car. He was still doing his job, and he never hesitated to meet my gaze. He wasn’t the tiniest bit ashamed of what he did. He was probably even proud of it, and why shouldn’t he be?
Who was I fooling? He and Dante loved her as much as I did. We all wanted to fuck her—Dominic and I did, at least. Dante was too obedient to ever show it if he did, but I wouldn’t be surprised if he wanted to. Why shouldn’t he? He loved Ariana as much as we did.
Now here she sat in front of us wearing that dress and her legs tapering to sky-high heels that made her legs look even longer and more inviting. She had done her makeup in startling contrast to her girl-next-door casual style.
She had stacked her hair into a towering knot with two curled strands framing her face. A different gold chain draped down her chest and led the eye into her plunging cleavage. She looked like a million bucks—or maybe a trillion.
She looked like a mob boss’s girl… or maybe his wife, so why did this trip make me so jumpy? I didn’t begrudge Dominic enjoying himself with her. At least someone could, even if it wasn’t me.
I didn’t want to fuck her like that. Okay, Ididwant to fuck her like that, but I wanted it to mean something. I wanted it to mean she loved me as much as I loved her. I didn’t want to treat her like a weekend slut. I wanted to castrate anyone who treated her that way.
Dominic wouldn’t treat her like that, even if he did fuck her daylights out. He was incapable of disrespecting Ariana La Rosa even if he did fuck her daylights out. His attitude and body language only reinforced that she meant more to him now than she did when he first brought her in.
So… if I wasn’t jealous of Dominic, what was bothering me so much? Why did my instincts tell me to turn the car around and head straight back to Archhurst? What was wrong with me?
I searched my heart on the way into town, and it didn’t take me long to figure it out. I didn’t want to take Ariana to town because I didn’t want anything to happen to her. I wanted to keep her under lock and key at Archhurst. I didn’t want to risk losing her now after I found her again.
This whole plan was coming back to bite me. This brainless scheme to lure the Vittorios into overreaching themselves hinged on putting Ariana in danger.
How could I be so stupid as to not take Dominic’s countless warnings? Why didn’t I listen to him? I never should have gone through with this, but now that I started, I couldn’t end it.
I had the twins kidnap her out of her own bedroom. Then, I threatened her family and her to make her cooperate.
She would never stay without that threat hanging over her head. The minute I showed the slightest hesitation, she would bail on me. I couldn’t stand that.
I couldn’t let her leave. I needed her too much. That was the terrible truth. I couldn’t live without her, but she sure as hell could live without me. A woman as fine as her would kick me to the curb sooner than look at me… And she would be right.
Dominic deserved her. He was the only one who stuck up for her. He even attacked and threatened his Padrino to protect her. That was the kind of man who deserved her.
Now, I was stuck on this treadmill of torment and guilt. I should let her go right now. That would be the right thing to do. Any man worth his salt would pull out right now, but I was too chickenshit to do that.