Page 12 of Vicious Secrets
She licks the seam of my lips. I grant her entrance, sucking on her greedy tongue as she kisses me. Her free hand grabs my belt and curls her fingers to slip between my shirt and the waistband of my pants. My cock jumps against my thigh.
I groan against her mouth.Good girl. Take me. Use me.
A poorly stifled cough draws my attention. I open my eyes in time to watch Vittore retreat from the kitchen like he’s seen ten guns pointing at him and not his cousin kissing a woman.
I break the kiss and rear back to stop myself from continuing. Robyn doesn’t drop her legs or the hand on my waist.
“Who was it?” she asks and licks her swollen lips. Her eyes smolder. I swear I hear the leather of my belt creak as she tightens her grasp.
This isn’t just part of our act or to cover our asses… she wants me.
“Vittore, one of my Capos.” I cup her jaw and trace her cheekbone with my thumb before I know what I’m doing. “Will you let me go, Robyn?”
Robyn frowns. Her brows knit together as she yanks her hands back. Her legs unhook from my back and drop away limply.
“Goodnight, Siro,” she says with a downward glance.
“Goodnight, Robyn.” I kiss the top of her head. I quickly leave in search of Vi to avoid acknowledging that my tenderness confused both of us.
Can lust pack an emotional punch?
Each step claws up residual aches and burns. Discovering that my brain can possibly yo-yo between a skin-crawling dislike of touch and a mind-numbing desire could turn into a problem if I’m not cautious.
Fuck, her nails raking over me as she gave in to her own desires is going to haunt me until I can experience it again. The possessiveness roiling inside me is screaming to pull a Vittore and take my bride home with me tonight. Get her the fuck away from Oscar and… and then what? Trap her earlier than planned in her new gilded cage?
There’s a mutual spark between us. But I don’t have Vi’s skills. I can’t fuck Robyn into giving a shit about me.
Danny freezes as I climb into the back seat. My eyes narrow at his in the rearview mirror. He’s young but already a made man of six years. If he’s freezing up, something’s wrong.
Danny’s fear—or whatever froze him—melts when he breaks eye contact. He throws the car into drive and takes off.
Vi turns around in the passenger seat and cocks an eyebrow. “Why do you look like you’re running away from something?”
“Yeah, from a retaliatory blowjob on Oscar’s desk.”
“What?” Vi hisses. “Are you— Is she— What the fuck!? You need to go back, Siro.”
“Is that a euphemism for something, Boss?” Danny asks, continuing to drive despite Vi’s demand.
“Yeah, for a fucking blowjob, Danny.” Vi looks at him like he’s the idiot here.
Ignoring him, I turn my attention back to the soldier. “Who’d Ari pick up?”
Vi takes my hint and settles back in his seat.
“A BratvaBoyevik.” Danny grimaces and runs his tongue over his teeth. “From a state over.”
I let out a whistling breath. “Vi, You’re in charge of skinning Ari if my wedding is ruined by an attack.”
“The only person who will ruin your wedding is you, probably by running away from the honeymoon suite,” Vittore mumbles.
I cock an eyebrow at Vi in a challenge. “I won’t let you kill the Russian enforcer Ari went to all this trouble kidnapping with shitty insults and jokes, Vi.”
One corner of Vi’s lips twitches up like he’s fighting off a grin. He shrugs off his suit coat and ditches it in the foot well before rolling up his sleeves. I doubt tag-teaming an interrogation will fix our woes. But for the first time in weeks, we’ll have a good night.
Chapter 6
Robyn
