Page 16 of The King of Hearts (The Raven Group #1)
Tomas Moretti is of Italian Irish descent.
His grandfather is full-blooded Italian, and his grandmother is half Irish.
They met when his grandmother visited Italy one summer with her family.
It was insta-love, or some shit like that.
They married, and five years after Dante Moretti, Tomas’ father, was born, they moved to the States.
Savina and Tomas became friends when Tomas and his father moved to the island twelve years ago after his mother died from cancer. They, including Emersyn, have been inseparable since. He’s been a good friend to her, treating her like a little sister, and is protective like a big brother.
The only reason I allow their relationship to continue, despite his affectionate nature, is because he only likes dicks.
In the two years I’ve been watching Savina, I’ve never seen Tomas look at her in any way other than brotherly affection.
The touches aren’t intimate—an arm around her shoulder, a hand on her arm, a ruffle of her hair.
It’s the innocence in those touches that gives Tomas the freedom to keep breathing.
The same applies to Karter Sinclair. In the year that Savina and her friends have been hanging around the pool while Karter cleans it, he’s never looked at her.
He doesn’t even pay any attention to Emersyn.
Or Tomas, for that matter. And Savina doesn’t look at him either.
It’s the only reason Karter still has a beating heart in his chest.
My eyes move back to Savina. She uncrosses her legs and pulls her knees up a few inches so her heels rest against the hinge in the chair.
One arm lays on the armrest while the other holds her water bottle to her lips.
When she pulls it away, she laughs at something Emersyn says, and the move makes her tits bounce a little.
My cock twitches and fills with blood, and it doesn’t even fucking matter that I’m sitting next to my mother with a rapidly filling dick. Not that I don’t care for her sensibilities, but it’s also not like she’ll notice and become embarrassed by it.
I ignore my cock and continue to watch Savina as she and her friends lounge around the pool. I press the button on the side of my phone to turn up the volume.
Emersyn gets up from her lounger and makes a show of walking to the cooler, swaying her hips.
She bends over, pointing her ass in Karter’s direction and even wiggles it a little.
After grabbing a bottle of water, she bounces her way back to her seat.
She literally bounces so her tits jiggle.
The entire scene was meant to entice, and having a direct view of her assets through the camera, my cock doesn’t take notice.
Since Savina entered the picture, other women don’t exist to me.
“You know he’s not even looking, right?” Savina asks.
“So? He could have looked. I’m just giving him something to look at if his eyes do wander this way.”
Savina snorts, shaking her head.
“He’s nearly old enough to be your father, Em,” Tomas remarks.
She drops her glasses down an inch so she can eye him over the top rim. Her lips curl into a lascivious grin. “I know. That’s what makes it even hotter.”
“Ew. Gross,” Savina says, wrinkling her nose.
“Oh, come on, Sav. You can’t tell me you’ve never had a crush on an older man.”
“Actually, I can. I’ve honestly never had a crush on an older man.”
Good girl. I’d hate to have to hunt down a random man and slit his throat. Actually, I wouldn’t hate it at all. I’d do it with a fucking smile on my face.
“That’s because you’re a prude.”
Savina sticks out her tongue at her friend.
A prude? Savina? Emersyn has no idea how far off the mark she is. My Vicious is so far from a prude that word doesn’t even exist in her orbit.
“I have and currently do,” Tomas admits with a grin.
“We know. Father Vaughn,” Savina and Emersyn say at the same time. They look at each other and laugh.
“Hey.” Emersyn rolls her head to look at Tomas. “Since we both have that in common and we both know it’ll never happen, we should totally fuck each other to commiserate our losses.”
Savina groans and drops her head back on her lounger. This is a common occurrence. Emersyn is constantly trying to talk Tomas into having sex. The woman is relentless, but the results are always the same. She suggests sex, and Tomas turns her down.
“Sorry, honey, you don’t have the right parts to make my cock hard.”
She doesn’t seem perturbed as she shrugs. “It’ll happen one day.”
“Didn’t realize you were looking to get a sex change.”
“Eh, not that. But I do have an asshole, and I’m one hundred percent into anal.”
“Fucking hell, Em,” Tomas groans at the same time Savina mutters, “Jesus, Em.”
Emersyn cackles like a lunatic.
Not long after, Savina gets up from her lounger, and I get a full view of her round, plump ass in her yellow bikini bottoms. The edges barely cover her cheeks, and the only reason Tomas gets to keep his eyeballs is because he doesn’t glance in her direction.
Karter packed up and left a few minutes ago, so he’s safe as well.
After they’ve gathered their shit and go into the house, I back out of the app and darken the screen on my phone.
I know Savina’s routine. After she says goodbye to her friends, she’ll go home and head straight to the shower to wash off the suntan lotion she lathered all over her body, and then she’ll spend an hour in her art studio.
After spending thirty minutes in the garden with Mother, I take her inside and settle her in bed for her afternoon nap. I go downstairs to my office, taking a seat behind my mahogany desk. I pull up my email to check over a few things, and my cursor hovers over a specific one that’s just popped up.
My blood goes from hot to ice fucking cold in a split second. I know what the email consists of before I even click the thing open. The subject line is empty, but the body of the email consists of two sentences and two attached photos.
I bet her pussy is tight. I wonder if she’ll scream the first time I fuck her.
My hand crushes the mouse, splintering the thing into pieces.
I sling the pieces to the side with a growl and tap the built-in mouse pad on my laptop.
The first image pops up and my head almost fucking explodes.
It’s a picture of Savina standing in front of her mirror in her bathroom.
She’s naked, her body on full display. The angle of the picture suggests the camera is hidden to the left of the door, right where a picture of a seascape hangs on the wall.
My own camera is hidden in the hanging flower that’s dangling from one of the corners.
It gives me the perfect view of the bathroom from all angles.
I’ll be doing a sweep of her rooms later to make sure there are no other cameras besides my own.
I click on the second picture. The angle is the same, but this time, Savina is leaning against the sink with one of her feet propped up on the toilet. Her hand is between her legs, and her head is tipped back, her mouth slightly parted.
I watched this scene as it unfolded a couple of days ago.
It was the morning after I came to see her.
She stood right there and touched herself until she came all over her fingers.
And she came a lot. So much that I could see it on her fingers as she lifted them to her mouth and licked them clean.
I rewound and replayed the scene over and over again as I fisted my cock until I came all over my stomach.
And this motherfucking dead man watched her. He fucking saw my woman touch herself. He saw parts of her body that no man gets to see.
I look at the email address it was sent from.
It looks similar to the other two emails that were sent over the past month.
Both were untraceable, even to my own hacking skills, which are top-notch.
I’ve never not been able to get into a system I’ve attempted to break into, but this guy is good.
Too fucking good. No doubt this email will be just as impenetrable.
My teeth grind together almost to the point of cracking.
Whoever sent this made a grave mistake. No stretch of the imagination can compare to what I’ll do to the bastard.
There are two irrefutable facts in life.
One is that Savina is mine.
And the second?
There’s not a force on Earth, Heaven, or Hell, or any other planes of existence, that will stop me from slaughtering anyone who dares to fuck with what’s mine.