Page 11 of Unchained

“No. I’m done for the night.”

He laughs, already pouring his vodka. “Big day tomorrow, hmm?” he mutters and then joins me, sitting down on the sofa opposite me, in his pristine white shirt, designer watch, and loafers. His dark hair is slicked back, and his brown eyes are locked on mine.

“Yeah, got a busy day lined up. Gotta get my suit, meet with the minister,” I mutter.

My wedding is two days away. The day before is to make sure everything is ready.

He nods, knocking back his drink in one and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “You seem stressed, Colt.”

I shrug. I am. It’s not the fact I’m getting married. It’s who I’m marrying.

The woman that I witnessed drive a blade through her own brother's heart.

The same woman I wanted to bend over a table a few weeks before and spank the brat out of.

Those deep red lips. The power suit. The way she walked onto our ranch ready for war and didn’t even blink.

If I’d dreamt up a woman, it would be Gianna Milano. My cock is getting hard at the thought. Her curves, the ink covering her skin. The way she’d fall apart under my touch.

All her power would be stripped the second she set foot in my bedroom, and maybe, she’d finally be free.

And yet, her family betrayed us, tried to kill my brother. They’ll do anything to save themselves, including harming my own family.

I can never trust her.

I clench my fist, taking a breath. “I’m fine,” I grit out.

Romeo stands. I don’t look up, until I hear his belt buckle rattle.

He takes a step forward, between my legs, and drops to his knees. “Let me help, Colt,” he murmurs, running his hand along my thigh.

I lean back, resting my arms on the back of the sofa. “Rome, it’s late, and I’m about to get married.”

His hand rests over my dick, and I drag my teeth across my bottom lip. “Yet, you’re hard for me, sir.”

I clear my throat.

Wrong.

I’m hard thinking about Gianna’s ass and coming all over her face.

“I don’t think my fianceé will appreciate me fucking you,” I say.

She’s the kind of woman who might slit my throat in my sleep. But I’ve only met her twice, maybe she’s the kind of woman who wants to share. Maybe it’s more dicks the merrier.

“Gianna isn’t going to give a fuck about you, Colten,” Romeo says.

I shoot upright to stand. He follows, and I tower over him.

My hand snatches out, and I grab him by the throat, shoving him against the wall so hard the pictures rattle.

“Don’t walk in my house and make assumptions about my wedding and life, just because I fuck you from time to time,” I growl.

His lip twitches into a grin, his fingers slide up my abs. “Fuck, I love it when you get like this.”

I squeeze his neck tighter. Inching closer, so close our lips nearly touch.

“Don’t tell me you’re getting soft about a woman like your brothers. This is Gianna Milano, Colten. Not some country girl that you usually go after. She’s dangerous, and she’s out to claim her empire. This wedding isn’t real. If you fuck me tonight, you can still fuck me tomorrow, and the next night. It isn’t cheating if your marriage is a sham.”