Wild One

Thirty

Niccolò

I smirk. Sitting on the couch. Damn. If only Luciano wasn't here. I must have her wear that for me tonight.

“Niccolo can I talk to you?”

I shrug at Luciano. “Duty calls.”

I wonder if she'll let me have a quickie before we come back out.

“Yeah?”

She punched my shoulder. “What the hell?! Why didn't you tell me you had someone else? Now he's seen as much of me as you have!”

I snort. “No he hasn't. He doesn't even know about that little mole on your ass that I love to bite—”

She flushed, shoving her palms to my face to cover my mouth.

“Shut up! What if he has a fetish—”

“I do have a fetish. Her name is Savannah."

I glare at him from the corner of my eye.

“Sorry. But you were incredibly loud."

I sigh, eyeing her once more. “Just throw something on, and come out.”

“Fine. But I'll have you know I am not happy about this,” She swears.

“I don't care. Not one bit.”

With a grumbled asshole, she shuts the door.

I escort Luciano into the living room.

He's obviously anxious to say something.

“What?” I demand, annoyed.

He looks away. “Nothing. Nothing.”

“It's obviously something.”

“It's nothing!”

I curse.

Manon saunters in, in some tights and a tank top.

“Sorry about that,” She offers her hand to my cousin. “I'm Manon, Niccoló's friend.”

I quirk a brow. Friend?

Luciano takes her hand, shaking it firmly. “Luciano. I'm his cousin.”

Manon smiled slightly. “I see the family resemblance. I'm sorry I don't have much to offer you, I didn't know Niccoló would bring a guest,” She shoots me a glare.

I smirk. How cute.

“Can I get you something to drink? Wine, water, soda? Juice?”

Luciano smiles at her. He likes her. Maybe he'll get off my f*****g case.

“No thank you. But you're very hospitable.”

That makes her smile. Really smile. “I learned from my Nan. She's all about hospitality.”

They talk idly, as I sit there silently, observing.

“Well, if you didn't come to eat,” She asks finally, “Why did you come?”

“I wanted to meet the woman my cousin cannot rid himself of. His amate.”

I frown deeply. That probing asshole. “Hey, none of that. We're not that deep.”

Manon copies my frown. “I don't speak Italian. What does that mean?”

Luciano starts to open his big mouth. I interrupt.

“That's enough of that,” I talk over his words. “All you need to know is you are not my amate. There is no amate.”

(Lover)

“Inamorata, then.”

I cut my eyes at Luciano.“None of that! There is none of that! Kitten, perhaps you should get some drinks?”

She quirks her brow in mock question. “Why? He said he's not thirsty. I'm not thirsty—”

“Drinks! Please!” I stress in exasperation.

“Fine,” She pouts.

Then she gets up and lays a kiss on my lips before leaving the room.

Luciano grins at me. “How cute. You cannot bear to be apart without a lovers kiss.”

“You asshole. I don't know what you're trying to do—”

“I think I've seen enough,” He ignores me. “I won't bother you too anymore.”

“It's not like that—” I protest.

“Thank Manon for me will you? I have to get home.”

“You stupid bastard!” I curse at his back, slumping on the couch as he shuts the door tittering.

“Where'd Luciano go?”

“Why do you care?” I offer her my hand, and she takes it. I pull her into my lap, pulling down her shirt. I peek at her underwear, grinning when I see she still has on her lingerie.

“Good girl, I love this.”

She tugs on the ends of my hair idly, as I eye the profile of her face.

I shake my head roughly. “I need a cold, hard f**k right now. You down?”

“I think the question is: are you up?”

“You're not funny,” I flatly reply, standing and carrying us to the bedroom.

“I think I am.”

She laughed, making me stop for a second. My head c***s to the side as she turns pink with laughter.

My heart pounds.

“Well?" she asks.

I should get that checked out. Heart problems runs in my family.

“Well what kitten?” I nip at her neck, resuming my walk to the bedroom like nothing happened.