I can almost taste the liquor on his tongue and feel his dark eyes roaming my skin like he wants nothing more than to rip off my dress and lick me in front of everyone.
And when he pulls me back up, his lips instantly land on mine.
I’m dazed and confused from the feel of his warm, sultry lips claiming me so hard they force every thought out of my mind. And it takes me three seconds to realize what’s happening and just how much his kiss has captured my soul.
So I bite him.
He retracts his mouth, his hand lifting to touch his bleeding lip. The vicious smile is gone from his face. “After all this time, you still won’t kiss me.”
Luca
* * *
Twenty minutes before Liam’s death
* * *
Lying on the hood of my car, I take a deep drag from my smoke as I look up at the stormy night sky. I don’t even fucking care that my clothes are getting soaked as hell in the rain. I’d almost say it’s beautiful out here, all serene and shit.
But I know damn well this night will end in chaos.
Chaos born from a flame I ignited with my own damn fingers.
I bring them to my nose and take a whiff. They still smell like Jill’s wet, aching pussy.
I groan out loud. The scent still makes me hard as fuck.
Not to mention, the memory of giving her an orgasm as sweet as sin will forever be engraved in my brain.
I may regret toying with her one day, but not tonight. Climbing into her window was the best decision I ever fucking made.
And I definitely won’t be the only one who remembers.
Because I drew a fucking bloody heart on her chest with my goddamn knife and then gave her the best fucking orgasm of her life.
I know damn well it will never fucking happen again. But at least I can savor the moment.
Because after tonight … she’ll belong to my brother. He’ll be the one to marry her and call her his wife.
Fuck.
“Don’t tell anyone about this. Ever.”
That’s what I told her. Because I want her to take our little secret to the fucking grave.
But I also want her to remember me.
To know that I was the fucking first.
I ruined her before anyone else ever could.
A filthy smirk forms on my lips.
Despite my parents choosing him to be the one to marry her, I got the first fucking taste and touch. And no one will ever know before Liam puts his ring around her finger.
I jump off the hood and sigh out loud as I get back in the car and start the engine, working the wheels until they spin fast. I’m high as fuck, but I don’t care as I race off the dirt track and get back on the road. Back home. Back to that mobster den where I belong.
But when I finally get there and get out of the car, something up high in the tree house near my parents’ property makes me stop dead in my tracks.
Jill … kissing Liam.
And rage becomes me as I draw out my knife, ready to attack my own goddamn brother … and her. “You’re kissing him?!”
Jill
* * *
Present
* * *
The look on Luca’s face darkens. “Fine. I’ll have my way with you soon enough.”
He shoves me away toward my family, who are eagerly waiting for me to return. But when my father steps forward to claim a dance with me, my mood instantly sours again.
He clutches my waist and pushes me onto the dance floor, his grip impossible to escape. “Keep it civil, Jill,” he says through gritted teeth. “You chose to come back. Now take the fucking responsibility for your actions.”
“I’m trying,” I hiss. “But Luca is an asshole.”
He yanks me closer. “Keep the guy happy. I don’t fucking care what it takes.”
I blink away the tears forming in my eyes. “Don’t you care at all what happens to me?”
“I did before you ran away like a goddamn coward.”
His words hurt, but not as much as the look of disdain in his eyes.
“You ruined every chance I had for a good partnership with the De Vos family, and you almost ruined your sister too,” he balks. “If you didn’t want to deal with the consequences, you shouldn’t have killed Liam.”
“I didn’t kill him,” I snap. “It was an accident. I almost died too. I didn’t intentionally drive off that cliff.”
His eyes twitch. “It wouldn’t surprise me if you did.”
I get sick to my stomach from the implication.
I try to jerk free from his grip, but he’s much stronger than I am. “Why would I ever want to do that? All I wanted was to be free. This is the opposite.”
“You enjoyed three years of freedom when you ran. Be happy they didn’t kill you on the spot. Show some fucking gratitude.” My father looks me dead in the eyes. “Make Luca happy, or you’ll pay the price.”