Matteo raised his hands. “It’s not like Aria doesn’t know you screwed around with other women.”
Did he think that was why I was pissed? He blurted out facts I had no intention of sharing. Aria knew I was unarmed around her. I didn’t want her to read too much into it. Gianna leaned forward on her elbows, eyebrows cocked. “So are you wearing a gun now? We’re all family, after all.”
“Luca always wears a gun.” Matteo leaned toward Gianna. “Don’t take it personally. I don’t think even I have seen him without a gun since that day. It’s Luca’s tic.”
I could feel Aria’s eyes on me, could see her thoughts whirring behind those baby blues. She knew. I sent her a harsh look, trying to dissuade her from making a big deal of my actions. So what? I didn’t wear a gun around her because she wasn’t an opponent to fear. That was all.
After dinner, I helped Aria move the plates into the dishwater while Matteo and Gianna kept on their arguments in the living room.
Aria yawned again, blinking slowly. “Let’s go to bed.”
Her eyes darted to my brother and her sister sitting across from each other on the sofas. “Not before Matteo leaves. I won’t leave him and my sister alone.”
She had a point. I didn’t trust Matteo to honor the rules of our world when it came to Gianna, and I doubted she gave a flying fuck about losing her v-card on her wedding night. “You’re right. She shouldn’t be alone with him.”
I walked over to my brother, who tore his gaze away from Gianna with a grin. I bent down. “That’s your panty-dropper grin. Bag it and get down to your fucking apartment. You won’t go anywhere near Gianna’s panties before she’s your wife.”
“Says who?” Matteo challenged.
I gave him a warning look and he pushed to his feet with a scowl. What had he thought? That’s I’d allow him to spend the night with the girl? That was a war declaration in the making. Father would lose his shit and make us both pay for losing face. I had a feeling he’d finally found a way to make me pay in ways that would have a lingering effect. My eyes found Aria who leaned against the kitchen counter. It would take time to come up with a foolproof plan to get rid of the bastard; until then, I needed to make sure Father had no reason to target my wife.
With a last grin at Gianna, Matteo left the apartment.
Ignoring me, Gianna moved over to her sister. “He’s obsessed with me.”
She was right.
“Then stop teasing him. He likes it,” Aria said as I walked over to her and leaned beside her.
“I don’t care what he likes.”
I wrapped an arm around Aria’s waist, remembering a moment too late that I was trying to be less affectionate toward her. “Matteo is a hunter. He loves the chase. You’d better not make him want to chase you,” I told Gianna.
Gianna rolled her eyes. “He can hunt me all he wants. He won’t get me.” That’s where she was wrong. Matteo already owned her, and soon she’d find out.
“You don’t intend to go to bed now, right?” Gianna asked Aria.
“I’m really tired.”
Gianna’s shoulders slumped. “Yeah, me too. But tomorrow I want you all to myself.” She sent me a scathing look, as if that had an effect on me, before she headed for the guest bedroom. “If I hear screams, no gun under a pillow will save you, Luca.” She closed the door with a bang.
Aria’s cheeks were flushed. I dipped my head. “Will you scream for me tonight?” I trailed my tongue over her throat.
“Not with my sister under the same roof,” Aria said in embarrassment.
“We’ll see about that,” I murmured, nibbling her throat the way she loved it, and was rewarded with a breathy moan. I’d get Aria’s screams tonight. Without another word, I led her into our bedroom. Shutting the door, I tugged Aria toward me then slipped her dress off. My eyes trailed over her white lace underwear in appreciation before I lifted her off the ground and carried her over to the bed where I put her down. I didn’t waste any time before I bowed my head over her parted legs and kissed her pussy through her panties. The material was already soaked, and Aria’s sweet scent tightened my groin with arousal. I kissed my way up to her chest.
“Mine,” I murmured against her breast before I opened her bra and removed it. “I fucking love your nipples. They’re pink and small and perfect.”
I pulled her panties down next and stroked her swollen pussy lips, already eager for attention, but I focused on her nipples until Aria was writhing under me. Then I moved lower and dipped my tongue between her folds. Soon she was panting. When I suckled her harder again, she clapped her hand over her mouth, stifling her moans.