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It felt strange to use his full name, but Luca had mentioned it was part of the ceremony.
I held out my hand, and he slipped his fingers between mine. They were long and warm, and I could tell Sonny worked on his boat often by the roughness of his skin. He liked to tie knots. If given a chance, he would have tied me up, too.
I took his hand and moved it to my inner thigh, permitting him to touch me. This was part of Legare. The queen had to choose her Knights. Then, she had to let those she deemed worthy worship her.
Luca moved behind me, digging his fingers into my hips as Sonny inched his way up my thigh. The combination of their hands on me sent a flush of heat throughout my body. It felt so good, I closed my eyes and moaned as Sonny’s finger traced the length of my wet folds.
Luca held me against his chest, raising my arms above my head so that he could wrap my arms around his neck. It wasn’t the most comfortable position, but when Sonny’s tongue rolled over my clit, my thighs trembled. He pushed my legs apart, his fingers burrowing into my skin as he licked every inch of my pussy.
“Do you like seeing Sonny on his knees, splitting you open with his tongue?” Luca whispered the words against my ear. “Huh, baby girl? Tell me.”
“Yes,” I moaned as Sonny did something with his tongue that made me scream.
“Do you feel like a queen?” Luca asked.
“No,” I choked out. “I feel like a goddess.”
I could feel him smile against my ear.
Someone snapped their fingers in front of my face and yelled my name. As I slowly emerged from the fog, Marcello was in front of me with a frustrated expression. I grabbed the hard surface beneath me, only to realize it was Sonny’s thigh.
“Alex.” Marcello waved his hand. “Are you in there?”
“Yes,” I muttered, though I wasn’t sure if I was okay. “I had a flashback. When Sonny touched me, it triggered memories fromthatnight.”
“You remember?” Sonny said with childlike excitement in his voice.
“Just the part with you,” I told him.
Marcello leaned forward and put his hand on my arm. “We need you to remember everything.”
“I can’t believe Luca let us do that,” I said in disbelief.
“He would do anything for you,” Marcello assured me. “You underestimate his feelings for you.”
What binds us will destroy us.
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ALEX
All night,I tossed and turned. My mind drifted between sleep and consciousness, dreams and nightmares. Luca, the man who wore many faces, was in all of them.
My Devil in Disguise.
The air had shifted between us. A few days had passed since the meeting with my grandfather. I knew he would fall back into his old habits. Instead of asserting his claim over me, he’d left me with Marcello. Again. It was like he wanted me to run into his brother’s arms. He was making it too easy for me to choose Marcello at the end of the month.
I saw Luca on Tuesday morning. He looked like my greatest sin, dressed in a navy suit and brown wingtips.The Devil I Craved. Before he’d left the house that night, Luca promised to come home for dinner. Stupid liar never bothered to call and didn’t answer my text messages. Marcello covered for him, claiming he was working and couldn’t be disturbed.
The arrogant prince showed his face the following morning. He didn’t even bother to tell me he was home. I strolled into the kitchen. Luca stood in front of the refrigerator, a bottle of water in his hand. He eyed me across the room, taking in my curves that hugged the tight cranberry-colored maxi dress.
“Where were you last night?”
He shut the refrigerator and uncapped his water. “Out.”
I moved toward him, though careful to keep my distance. He looked as if he hadn’t slept in days.
I shoved my hands to my hips. “Where were you?”