Christmas with the Beast (The Fiore Family 1)

“Thank you, but he’s my happiness too.”

“That’s clear as day. Wow, how did Fabio miss it the whole freaking time?”

“Fabio misses a lot of things. Too busy chasing celebrities and models probably.” Goodness, could Anabelle be any more obvious? She’s jealous. I’ve known Fabio, and he’s never dated a single customer, and that includes the famous ones that come in. Still, I can’t get into that right now.

“Yes. Today’s going to be fun.” She rubs her hands together with a huge smirk. “Come on. Let me talk to you where you’ll be making that masterpiece that has been infused in Franco’s stubborn brain.” Locking arms with both of us sisters, Mia marches us toward the kitchen.

“So how long have you worked for Franco?”

“Since I turned eighteen. I didn’t get a formal college education, but I took enough courses as I worked for him to be as well-versed in property investments and assistant tasks. Now, he’s useless without me.” She winks and then heads to the wine pantry.

“Ooh, a glass here please.” Anabelle raises her hand like a kid who wants to shout the correct answer to the teacher.

Seconds later, Franco walks into the kitchen, holding two bags of groceries. “I’ll set these here.”

“That’s great.” I lick my lips, loving the way he looks in that polo shirt with his broad chest and muscles pressing against the fabric, looking sexy as hell with bits of his neck revealed with the two top buttons open.

His brows rise with a thin, missing line in them exaggerated. Rugged is all I can think about while my pussy floods my panties. “Any dessert?”

“Pie?” I ask. I have several options, but my sister’s words about giving him my cherry hit me, knowing I more than already gave him it. His tongue darts out of his mouth and swipes over his lips as his eyes move down my body, making me shiver.

“Yes.”

I want to touch him, brush away the strands of hair that fell over his forehead. Instead, I stare at him and mutter a simple, “Perfect.”

“So, Franco, let’s leave the ladies to cook, or we won’t be eating until next week.” Mia breaks the damn spell Franco has put on me and I blush, knowing we have an audience.

“I’ll be eating tonight if I get my way,” he growls, walking toward the kitchen door. My thighs are so tense that I’m about to come on myself if I relax the muscles. His desire to eat my sloppy slit couldn’t have been any more obvious.

“Holy hell. He’s about to have you for dessert. That tension was thicker than anything I’ve ever seen, including his build. Let’s get cooking so he can have his dessert,” Anabelle teases, opening up the few bags they brought with them.

“Shut up,” I hiss at her while feeling my face burn with need and embarrassment.

We begin the prepping, digging into the massive dream refrigerator that’s almost an industrial kitchen size.

The door to the kitchen opens again and this time, it’s my boss.

“What’s up?” I ask, setting the tomatoes on the table.

“Nothing. I sent my brother outside to walk his dogs. The man’s a caged animal right now. I think he wants to keep you to himself for the rest of his days.”

“Yeah, he’s pretty much declared that to be the case. Any news on my car?”

“They’ll tow it to a nearby garage. It’s not drivable, and I’m sure Franco’s going to junk it since he has about twenty cars in his garage.”

“They’re still his.”

“Isabelle, everything that’s his is yours. You’re all he lives for.”

“I’m sorry that he’s hidden himself from the world. He’s still as handsome as he was before.”

“Yeah. Franco has got that dangerous look,” Anabelle adds. A growl comes from my boss, who’s eyeing my sister wolfishly. “What? I’m just agreeing.” She knows exactly what she’s doing to him. I can’t even be mad because it’s clear as day she’s not interested in Franco, but his brother has her attention. She wants him to practically pounce on her the way Franco invaded my space.

“You should have invited me sooner.”

“I wanted to, but I didn’t want you to get the wrong impression.” He scrunches up his nose, pressing his hand onto mine.

“Like you want me for yourself?” I question.

“What the hell?” Franco roars, entering the kitchen.

“That was fast,” Fabio says, taking a step back, releasing my hand.

“Growly beast, chill out. You didn’t hear it all,” Anabelle says, narrowing her eyes at my beast-man.

“Okay. So how about this—you all leave me alone with my sister so we can make dinner. I’m sure you two have other things to do besides sexually frustrate the cook.” I nudged Franco’s back, pushing him out of the kitchen.

He grumbles about being starved but not for food. “If you’re a good boy,” I whisper, winking before turning back around to cook. I can’t believe how insanely bold I’m being, but fuck if my entire body demands satisfaction that only he can bring.