Page 1 of Escaping the King (The Sovrano Crime Family #13)

Stefan

“I can, ah, stay on the couch if you want to take the bed,” my brother offered begrudgingly.

This was his peace offering.

Giselle.

In her bed.

Completely exhausted from the day of travel.

The kids had been—well, they’d been a handful. Not one of them behaved. Instead, they acted like cranky little shits the entire time. I helped out where I could. At least juggling babies kept us from killing each other.

The only relationship on that plane that wasn’t strained in some way was Eve and Giselle’s. They were still tight.

But as for the rest of us—if it were up to me, they could all fuck off.

I loved Eve. That would never change.

But even she didn’t go to bat for me. No one did.

Nick tried his best to stay neutral. Which meant he didn’t take my side either.

Everyone thought it was perfectly fucking fine for Carlo to impregnate the woman of my dreams.

My woman.

And it was not.

Giselle had promised me—she’d fucking promised me we’d start a family together. And she’d promised me before she’d discussed family planning with Carlo.

But, just like every goddamn thing in the world—Carlo got his way.

He’d been fucking her day after day. Night after night.

Bareback.

The probability that she was already knocked up was likely high.

She already had one kid. That proved it was possible. And with Carlo fucking her every chance he got—if Giselle wasn’t already pregnant, it wouldn’t be long before she was.

And that ate at my fucking heart like nothing else in the world ever had. A constant pain shot through my chest. To the point that I sometimes wondered if I was having a coronary.

And part of me—a large part of me—wouldn’t give a fuck.

That might be the only way I could get some kind of relief from this pain.

I’d tried the bottle. And I’d keep trying it. Every time I saw the bottom of one, I knew that wasn’t the answer. It numbed the ache inside of me. Something I had to do.

That was why I had an old sitcom on TV while I downed my fifth glass of whiskey. Sleep hadn’t come yet, so I might have to go for a sixth tonight.

“Oh, I love this episode,” I heard Sophia say from behind me. I spun my head around to see her.

Fuck.

What the hell was she wearing?

I could tell you what she wasn’t wearing.

Clothes that covered her hot, curvy body.

I’d noticed her clothing choices had become skimpier and skimpier while we were in Italy.

The cute little smiles she’d always sent me had become more and more seductive.

Yeah, I noticed.

You’d have to be blind not to.

But I was with Giselle.

Or at least that was what I’d thought.

Until the subject of babies came up.

And Carlo stomped all over my desire to get Giselle pregnant.

Because he needed an heir.

With my woman.

And the most disgusting part of it all was that I’d stepped back and allowed him full fucking range to Giselle.

When he’d insisted I wear a condom—that had been the last straw.

No fucking way was I ever going to wear a condom with Giselle.

She and Eve had tried to make nice with me after that.

And I’d enjoyed my time with them.

Thoroughly.

But all it amounted to essentially was a mercy fuck.

And yes, I’d taken it.

My balls had nearly exploded from lack of use.

And watching the two of them together was too much. No man could resist.

Christ.

Even as I sat here right now, I could taste and smell Giselle. Her warm, floral musk drifting up my nose.

Sophia leaned against the back of the couch, her arms pressing her big tits together, making them look even larger.

My mouth watered.

And it fucking shouldn’t.

For all intents and purposes, I was still committed to Giselle.

Wasn’t I?

She was actively trying to have a baby with my brother. Letting him fuck her until she screamed.

If I wanted to come within ten feet of her, I had to wear a condom.

And now, Carlo wanted to marry her.

As in, he’d already put a ring on her finger and set a date.

Where the fuck did that leave me?

Sitting here on a fucking couch.

Five drinks in.

While Carlo was in Giselle’s room, holding her in his arms.

Fuck.

I was a goddamn chump.

Even my dad had clued in.

He’d told me that she didn’t look at me the way she looked at Carlo. At the time—I didn’t want to admit it. But I think the old bastard was right.

Fuck.

“Sorry, what?” I shook my head from side to side and tried to get the image of Giselle looking at my brother like he was her greatest love out of my mind. Because she was mine.

“Oh, nothing. I just said I loved this episode.” Sophia smiled and leaned over a bit more.Any further and her tits were in danger of falling right out of that thin, sexy as fuck nightie.The spaghetti straps were only there for decoration. They weren’t holding anything up.

If I brushed one off her shoulder—her entire silky black nightie would fall to the floor.

My dick woke up at that thought.

“I can leave if you want? I couldn’t sleep and I heard the TV on. So, I thought I’d come up and keep you company.”

My dick got harder.

Keep me company.

I tossed the rest of my glass back and swallowed. I kept my eyes on her chest the whole time.

I could fuck her right now if I wanted to.

She was clearly ready and willing. I could sidle up behind her, lift the short nightie, and fuck her right there against the couch. And she’d be fucking grateful for my cock.

She wanted it. I’d known that for a while. In her eyes, I wasn’t some pity fuck.

No.

In her eyes, I was a real fuck. Someone who she wanted to jump on and have a good time with. And to me, she could very easily be someone I could take my frustrations out on.

I bet she hadn’t gotten laid in a long time. She’d be nice and tight.

And desperate.

My cock was now fully hard and ready for Sophia to slide down on.

Yeah.

I’d let her do what she wanted.

At first.

I’d let her go slowly and at her own pace.

And then I’d take over and fuck her nice and hard. While I licked those big tits of hers. “I would just happen to love some company, Sophia.” I grinned at her and crooked my finger.

After I set my glass on the coffee table, I watched her walk around the couch.

Yeah.

That nightie was short. Just like I’d thought. My eyes trailed from her feet to the hem of her nightie. Then up her belly to her fantastic fucking tits.

I spread my legs, giving my dick the room he needed. “Come, sit beside me.” I reached my hand up and she instantly put her small one into it.

Yeah.

She wanted me.

I pulled her down to the couch. Her bare thigh touched mine and I chuckled. “There, now I’m not so lonely anymore. How about you?”

She laughed softly. “I’m feeling less lonely, too, Stefan.” Her fingers dropped to her thigh and tried to yank her short nightie down a bit.

I had to laugh at her attempt to cover her leg with such little material. My hand landed on top of hers. “I like seeing your legs.”

Her eyes widened, and she started breathing faster. “You do?” she asked, as though she was really happy to hear that.

I let my fingers drag her nightie up her thigh.

And up further.

Until I saw a bare mound come into view.

Now it was my turn to raise my eyebrows. “My, my, my.” I looked into her eyes. “It looks like you forgot to put on panties.”

Her teeth sunk into her lower lip, and it turned me on even more. “Whoops. I can go put some on if you like?” Her voice was low and husky. And she didn’t want to go anywhere—let alone put on a pair of panties.

“Why bother? That would just be a waste of time since I’d have to rip them off the second you put them on.”

Her eyes flared, and I could feel the heat in them.

For me.

“Okay,” she said in a breathy, lost tone. “Whatever you want, Stefan.”

Whatever I want.

What I wanted was for Giselle to come out of her room right now and stop me from doing what I was about to do.

And express her undying love and affection for me. Tell me that she wanted to marry me and have my babies.

Not Carlo’s.

That was what I truly fucking wanted.

And I knew—that would never happen. She had promised Carlo her hand—and her womb. And here was Sophia, offering me—whatever the fuck I wanted.

“I’d like to take this pretty nightie off you to start,” I suggested and peered down at her already hardened nipples.

Fuck.

“Um, okay,” was all she said before lifting her arms and letting me slip the nightie up and off. I tossed it—somewhere. I didn’t care where it landed. All I wanted to do was look at Sophia’s hot little body. And her big fuckin’ tits.

“You are beautiful.” My hand reached out and covered her breast.

Christ.

She was warm and soft. And she wanted me.

Sophia gasped at my touch and opened her mouth a little. “Stefan.” That made my dick start throbbing.

“Do you know what’s still lonely, Sophia?” I asked while I rubbed the tight, hard bud of her nipple.

“No, what?” she asked, sounding like she was already halfway there.

“This.” I grabbed her hand and slid it over my hard dick. She inhaled quickly and then closed her hand around me. I couldn’t help pumping my hips up.

I wanted her.

And she obviously wanted me.

“Open my zipper, Sophia,” I ordered, and got a thrill doing so. She nodded her head slightly.And then she did exactly what I asked. Her other hand joined in, and she slowly undid my pants.

“Now, I’d like you down on your knees. Can you do that for me, babe?”

Again, her head nodded up and down. And she dutifully did what she was told.

Naked.

Between my legs.

“Perfect,” I praised her for doing what I told her. “Grab me in your hand, Sophia.” I stared down into her expectant eyes. I could see her thighs pressing together, looking for something to rub up against.

But that wasn’t where this was going.

Not yet, anyway.

She undid my pants and yanked them down. I lifted up and my cock sprang free, waiting for her attention. “Lick me up and down.” Sophia’s lips opened and she licked her lips.

Christ.

That was hot.