Page 148 of Sins of the Orchid

Climbing up the stairs, my mind kept going through my options. I loved my dad and he’d always kept me safe, but I was positive this arrangement wasn’t smart. Adriano and I could never be more than friends.

I followed the hallway to the left and opened the large double door to the master suite. I wasn’t in a sightseeing mood. Instead, my mind worked, weighing options that would work for everyone’s benefit and failing to find them.

I really didn’t need all this shit right now. Ulrich Anderson was dead, but I needed to focus on finding where his father was. Not fumble through options on how to get out of this ridiculous arranged marriage.

I was so lost in my thoughts, that I didn’t pay attention as I headed for the master bathroom. The sound of the shower didn’t register until I walked in. My steps froze, spotting the outline of the man's body through the shower glass.

Santi is in the shower!

His muscular body was a sight to behold, muscles marking every inch of his body. Fuck, even his ass was gorgeous. His one palm leaning against the tile supported his weight as the shower cascaded down his mouth-watering body, his tan skin glistening. My insides clenched, and my body ignited into sparks.

Santi was just as beautiful as I remembered him to be, all hard muscle and beautiful golden olive skin. He was all rugged masculinity, exquisite and rough. The memory of the first time I tasted him in the back of the limo entered my mind. His salty taste became my need. His tortured groans when I’d take his cock into my mouth were my obsession. I loved seeing him lose control as I sucked on his smooth length, pleasuring him.

A guttural groan echoed through the bathroom and the realization shattered through me.

Get out! Get out now!my mind shouted.

But my body had a mind of its own and remained glued to the spot. Goosebumps covered my body and shivers ran down my spine. I needed him with a throbbing ache. Holding my breath, I took a step forward, and my eyes locked on his hand wrapped around his hard cock.

He was smooth and hard, his muscles tight, his inked hand pulling his shaft hard then slow. I glanced at his face, his eyes closed, neck corded with tension, and his mouth lax as he sought his release.

I bit into my lip to stop the whimper from escaping me. It was so damn erotic seeing him jerk off. His neck muscles strained, his rhythmic movements up and down making my thighs clench with a pulsing need.

I burned, the need to feel his hands on me again strong. I wanted to feel his heat under my fingertips as I explored his body. Yet, he was forbidden to me.

I was so aroused; the temptation and what I wanted most right here, within my grasp.

“Amore,” he rasped on a moan, and my eyes snapped back to his face with a sharp gasp escaping my throat.

His eyes snapped open, his movement halted as our gazes locked, my heart drumming hard in my ears. The air stilled, the only thing between us an inferno of lust and desire. I held my breath in anticipation. A smart person would leave, but when it came to Santi, I wasn’t smart.

Slowly, knowingly, Santi resumed moving his hand. Up and down. Our eyes locked on each other as he kept the rhythm steady. Up and down. Oh my God, I just wanted to lower myself down on my knees and taste him. My heart drummed harder, my breaths coming out in short pants.

God, I wanted him. More than anything else in my life.

His dark eyes never looked away from me, hunger in their depths. Awareness and desire burned in his darkness as his hand moved along his length. A soft moan whimpered through the air. It was mine, I realized astounded.

He continued watching me with his hooded gaze, my eyes lowering to his swollen shaft. His grip was tight, sure each time he passed over the crown. His movements became harder, and I bit into my lower lip to stop another moan from creeping up my throat. His strokes became faster, fucking into his fist with almost brutal movements.

Longing and desire pooled between my thighs. An unbearable pulsing ache. It was impossible not to imagine his salty taste on my lips, his cock inside my mouth. My wet arousal seeped into my panties, and I had to fight the urge to snake my own hand between my legs. It would be so easy. Oh so easy, and I’d get my release. Instead, I clenched my thighs, the throbbing desire almost intolerable.

My pants increased, and his movements almost synchronized with my short, throaty breaths. I should turn around and leave. This wasn’t fair to Adriano. He was downstairs, waiting for me. And here I was gawking at his brother.

My breathing erratic and my heart pounding, I fantasized about Santi’s cock inside my throbbing pussy, remembering how good he felt inside me.

His tempo went erratic, and I knew he was close. I’ve had him enough times to know his pleasure. I sucked in a sharp breath, my eyes glued to his cock as he pumped himself harder and faster.

“Amore!” he called out my name on a hiss right before he climaxed. His cock thrust one last time through his grip and cum shot onto the tile, so much seed sliding down the wall.

Jealousy ate at me watching the cum being washed off his fingers by the cascading water, washing away the evidence of his release. I’d never have him again, and I was jealous of all the nameless, faceless women that would get to taste this man. The sight of him was erotic, in the wrong way, but I couldn’t lie to myself. The desire for this man would never diminish.

How could I ever marry anyone with that knowledge?

I swallowed thickly, my pulse buzzing in my ears. My heart beat so hard my ribs ached, but I was unable to move. Unable to leave.

The shower turned off; Santi stepped out and wrapped a towel around his waist. I jumped when he took a step towards me, the moment broken.

“What are you doing here?” I breathed out, voice hoarse like I’d spent hours screaming his name. “Adriano sent me to check the room. I thought this was our room.” Then quickly added, “Adriano’s and mine.”