“No, you’re a fucking idiot. You’re acting like marrying Alex is this huge fucking weight on your shoulders. Like it’s not literally the least you can do for us.”
I squint at him. “What the hell happened to you? You used to be a good kid.”
“I used to be a weak kid,” he argues. “Dad taught me what I needed to know to survive. Now I’m a fucking rock star. You should be happy I don’t need you to defend me anymore.”
“Marrying Alex is a burden, Mikhail. But you wouldn’t get that. You’re just a kid.”
His face reddens. “Oh yeah? Would a kid marry her for her hot ass alone? Because I’d do that in a fucking heartbeat.”
“Shut up, dude.”
“If I had a wife like her, I wouldn’t need to dip my dick in the sad pussy that hangs around the yacht club or the used twats that Dad hires. I would have her wear nothing but white lingerie to bed so I could rip it off every night. I would make her blow me during breakfast, jack me off during lunch, and then—”
I clench my fists at my sides. “Swear to fucking God, Mikhail, if you don’t stop right now.”
He raises his eyebrows, a sly smile quirking his lips as he continues, “I’d fuck her all over the place. In the bathroom, on the veranda, in the kitchen…”
“You’ll never touch her,” I growl. “Do you fucking hear me?”
The smile remains as he replies, “Loud and clear, brother.”
***
Hearing my brother talk about Alex like that confuses me as much as it pisses me off. On one hand, it is completely unreasonable for my father to expect me to tie her down with a ring. But on the other, it infuriates me to think of anyone else doing that.
And as I stare at the gutter leading to the second-story veranda where Alex’s room is located, all I can think about is how stupid I’m going to look while taking a knee in front of her. I don’t even have a ring. How the fuck am I supposed to propose without a ring?
Fuck it, I think as I scale the gutter. Why the hell would I want her as my ball and chain? I’m not doing it. No way in fucking hell.
I hop onto the veranda and wander inside. It’s weird standing in her bedroom without the lights on. Shadows crowd around her pillow, hiding her soft features and her motionless body. Save for the steady rise and fall of her chest, she looks like a doll nestled in silk.
A soft sigh erupts from her as she rolls onto her side. Lights from the garden beyond the veranda gently caress her pale, creamy peach skin, her small nose, her thin lips slightly parted. Warmth swarms my chest as I realize how strange it might look for her to wake up and see me watching her sleep.
But I can’t help myself. She’s so pretty.
I just hate what her family represents.
Leaving the mob is my goal, not gaining a mob wife. Yeah, I came here to propose, to throw the whole thing in my father’s face so he’ll get off my back. But I just can’t do it. Not when she looks like a damn angel while she’s sleeping.
The sheets rustle as she sits up and I freeze in place, my eyes wide as her dark pupils observe me. She gasps when she notices me standing near her bed, clutching her sheets to her chest. When I step forward and reveal myself to her by way of the garden lamps, her fingers relax, slowly dragging the sheet over her barely covered nipples.
Shimmering silk skitters over her skin, the tank top hanging loosely from her shoulders as her fingers trace the edge of her top. She teases me, revealing her right nipple as she whispers, “What do you want, Lev?”
“I want you to blow me.”
“All right.”
She’s too easy. That’s why I don’t have any feelings for her. That’s why I can’t have her in my life as a wife. Forget the mob shit—Alex has a vendetta against the world for not giving her enough attention. If she wants me to treat her like an object, then I’m happy to do it.
Especially when it gets me off.
I’m already erect when I step up to her bed, watching her delicate fingers undo my belt. Instead of shucking my boxers and jeans, she strokes my shaft, causing my cock to jump when the tip of her finger travels around the mushroom head. Her wet tongue extends, teasing the slit in the head and prompting me to leak.
The way the fluid sticks to her tongue as she leans back makes my knees buckle. I grab her shoulder to steady myself, urging her to take me into her mouth. Warm lips caress the head of my cock and then slide down my shaft, inspiring me to squeeze her shoulder.
And just like that, I forget about everything. The only thing left is her hot mouth, her fervent tongue, and those rhythmic slurps. My eyes roll back while I let her suck my brain out through my cock like it’s a straw, brows pinched in concentration as I struggle to hold back. Despite my efforts, my hips roll forward, bucking eagerly to meet her pace.
A few sloppy thrusts later, I’m coming all over her tongue, clutching her hair like it’s the only thing keeping me tethered to this earth. I stare down at her widened mouth, her extended tongue decorated with white fluid. While panting, I tap underneath her chin, motioning for her to swallow my load.
It’s not until every last drop is licked from her lips that I bother to turn away. I don’t say a word, stepping out onto the veranda while tucking my cock back into my jeans. The knock that echoes behind me doesn’t register until I’ve reached the bottom of the gutter. And even then, I don’t look back.
Because she means nothing to me.