Page 120 of Dark Breaker

Roberto nods, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. “Good.”

We talk a bit more, and they bring me up to speed on the day’s events.

“I can’t believe you almost killed each other,” I say, glancing between Fabio and my brothers. “Over me!”

“I never intended to hurt them,” Fabio says. I can’t tell if he’s lying or not.

“WellIintended to hurt you,” Stefano comments. “Massimo was the one who convinced us not to. He reminded us what happened to him when Angela was taken from him. He didn’t want Rosa to hate us for the rest of our lives.”

“You seem confident that you would have won,” Fabio tells him.

“We would have,” Stefano insists.

“And if not?” Fabio presses.

Stefano shrugs. “Then she would have hated you for the rest of your life instead of us.”

Fabio seems to pale under the streetlights. “Good point.”

I finally bid farewell to my brothers and Angela. After they’re gone, I go to my Vespa, kneel, and look underneath; I can’t really see much, considering the light from the streetlamp doesn’t reach here. So I start feeling around under the metal instead.

“Looking for the tracker?” Fabio asks.

I sit up straight. “How did you guess?”

He shrugs. “Already ripped it off.”

“Oh,” I reply. “Now you tell me.” He offers me a hand and I accept it, then he helps me to my feet.

“You’re good to ride home?” Fabio asks.

“I’m good,” I reply.

“I’ll follow you all the way,” he says. “Don’t speed ahead and lose me in the traffic.”

I grin. “There’s not much traffic on week nights. But I won’t.”

The drive home is uneventful. Fabio follows me the whole time in his vehicle. I reach the apartment and head straight down the ramp to the underground garage.

Giuseppe is still up. He takes our keys and wishes us a good night. “It’s good to see you arrive together again.”

I smile. “Thanks Giuseppe.”

We take the elevator straight to our penthouse suite.

As soon as we’re past the threshold, we’re tearing off each other’s clothes. I didn’t really intend to have sex again, considering the news about my brothers, but I can’t help it. My body betrays me. After today, I need to forget.

And I know when we fuck, I will. It’s what comes afterward that will be the hard part.

By the time we reach the family room we’re completely naked. Fabio pins me against the floor-to-ceiling window and kisses me passionately. He lifts me in his arms and carries me to the couch that’s pressed up against the window. He plants my butt on top of the back rest, so that my feet dangle down to the seat cushion. Then he kneels on that cushion and buries his face in mound.

I moan when I feel his tongue dart inside my pussy. He massages the outer lips with his hands, and now he’s kissing, sucking and licking my clit. I wriggle as pleasure pulses in waves from my core, and wrap my fingers in his thick, curly dark hair.

He’s looking up at me with those hungry gray eyes as he works, and pulls back to say: “Your pussy is mine. You can’t escape, no matter how hard you try.”

“I don’t want to,” I tell him.

He cocks his head. “You will. I’m going to devour you.”