His voice deepens, his eyes darken, as he says, “No conditioner, and you will be.”
I bend down to grab the conditioner and am eye level with his … manhood.
“Tris.” He shakes his head.
I squeeze some conditioner into my palm and rub it through my hair as I kneel in front of him and take him in my other.
I lick across his crown, and he hisses, “I want you.”
I wrap my lips around him, and he mumbles something before he lifts me up.
“Hey, I was—”
“Rinse.”
He turns me and quickly rinses my hair.
“Mr. Arias, if I wanna suck your cock, I can suck your—”
“Not tonight.” He leans down and kisses me softly then deeply.
The water is turned off, and he grabs my ass, lifting me. I wrap my legs around him as I reach between us, grabbing his cock and rubbing it against my heat.
“Sí, sí, si,” he groans as I take him in while he hurries toward the bed, kissing me the way he does, the way we do.
I pull my mouth from his and mumble, “Floor. We’re wet.”
He drops me onto the bed, bodies no longer connected, and as he goes to his knees and spreads my legs, he says, “Ladies shouldn’t be on the floor.”
I start to laugh, because he’s taking advise from Cooper, but I stop really quick when his mouth covers my core.
~~~
Hearing a vibration, I wake, which never happens. I untangle myself from my beautiful, sexy, insanely well-hung and orally-talented husband and look at the screen. It’s Brisa. I can’t help but smile, thinking she may have changed her mind.
“Hey?” I whisper, hoping to not wake Matteo, because he needs sleep, and because three rounds and I am seriously raw.
“Hey, I’m out on the terrace and, well, um …”
“You want company?” I whisper, grabbing a pair of shorts off the floor and sliding them on.
“Well, Marcello’s here, and I am calling you before—”
No, no, no, no, I think as I grab a shirt out of Matteo’s bag and cover my ass really quick in case he’s awake. I have to fix this. “Of course I’ll keep you company. Give me a minute.”
“Tris, if you don’t want to see him, he’ll leave.”
I hang up and quietly open the door, seeing Brisa and Marc.
I ball my hands at my sides, digging my nails into my flesh, hoping the physical pain keeps me from getting pissed … emotional … both.
As soon as I get close enough to see his eyes, see the pain and anger, I slow down.
“I’d like you to come with me.” His tone doesn’t match his eyes. He’s calm.
This is my fault, all my fault, but it ends now.
I force myself to stay calm. “Can’t do that. I love Matteo.”
“You love me.”
Him saying those words to me now pisses me off. “You fucked my cousins!”
He steps forward and holds out his hand for me. “I apologize.”
I step back and wrap my arms around my waist. “You gave me black roses once a week for over a year.”
“That, too.”
He’s too fucking calm. Too … God, I wish this wasn’t so hard.
Pissed, I remind him. “You made my life hell.”
He nods toward the house. “You’ve more than returned the favor.”
He’s not wrong, but I don’t think he knows to what depths that accusation digs.
I shake my head. “You shouldn’t be here.”
Not missing a beat, he replies, “You should be with me.”
This hurts. This hurts so badly.
“I hate you so much.”
“You love me. You asked me to come. Now, let’s leave.”
“I was having a moment. Then I told you not to come.”
He leans forward and whispers, “You love me.”
Crushed. I’m fucking crushed.
I slap away a tear. “I love Matteo. I love the way he loves me. The way I love you is toxic.”
“Love me,” he repeats my stupid word choice like it’s a win. It’s not. Neither of us wins. He’s going to hate me, and I’m going to hate myself for being fucked up in the head.
I slap at another tear. “You were my first friend, my first everything. That doesn’t make it a good thing. It just makes it a thing.”
“A thing.” He nods, as if accepting some sort of arrangement.
I see his wheels turning, trying to see if he can “work with that.” He can’t. I can’t. Matteo should have had the chance, but I fucked it up.
I shake my head. “We can’t see each other, not ever again. Do you understand? We can’t.”
“You messaged me. As long as there’s a chance for us, I’ll never not come for you.”
Still shaking my head, I plead, “Say goodbye to me. Tell me you’ll stay healthy. Tell me you’ll be happy.”
“Come with me, and neither of us will have to say goodbye.” He takes a step closer, and I freeze as he hugs me.
A sob threatens to escape. No, it actually does.
This hurts.
Fucking monsters, where are you when I need you?
“I can take care of you. I can change. I can love you better,” he promises.
“No.” I push away from him. “He knows everything, and he still loves me.”
“Not more than I do.”
“You broke my fucking heart,” I cry. “I’ll never trust you with it again. And that’s why I—”
“Tris,” Brisa whispers, sticking up for him, of course, but I’m glad. She’s right; I’m a horrible person for what I have done.
I slap away more tears then hold up my hand. “I’m married. We got married tonight. The message. ‘RIP us,’ Marcello. I didn’t want you to come.”
His face turns cold, and he looks at Brisa. “Tell me it’s not true.”
She looks down.
“You fucking married him?” He steps toward me and, for the first time, he scares me, and I know he feeds off that. I can’t let him see it.
I step back as he yells, “You fucking married him!”
“Tris.”
I turn at the sound of Matteo’s voice.
“Dead man walking.” Marcello laughs maniacally.
Matteo rolls his eyes.
“I’m fine, Matteo. We’re all fine.” I force a smile as he turns me and begins wiping away my tears, watching Brisa stand between us and Marc.
Marc looks down at me and licks his lips. “Your cousins were pawns. Anytime you’d like to be fucked properly, you let me know.” He then looks over my head at Matteo. “I’m going to fuck your husband, too. I heard he goes both ways.”
Oh God, I want to scream at him to shut up. I want him to know that he should love him.
I shake my head. “Marcello, that’s—”
“But you’ll never touch my dick again,” he cuts me off as glares at me. “You’ll never come on my tongue. You’ll never beg nearly enough for even a fingertip in your tight, little, needy asshole.”
Brisa gasps, “Okay, yuck! Shut up. It’s time—”
“I’m going to ruin everyone you love. I’m going to strip you bare, but not the way you like to be stripped. And I’m going to start where it hurts.” His threat sends chills to my bones, and Matteo pulls me to his side.