That ridiculous little scrap of fabric barely covered her. The bikini top looked like it was painted on, her n*****s pressing against the thin white triangles, begging to be teased. The bottoms weren’t any betterjust a string, clinging so tight I could see the outline of everything. One wrong move and she’d be exposed.
Who the hell thought this was appropriate? Any one of my men could walk in. Any of them could see her like this.
Ilaria was the first to climb out of the pool, and as expected, Antonio glued himself to her, not caring in the slightest that anyone was watching.
“You’re going to get me wet,” she laughed, though she didn’t push him away.
“You already got me wet, queen,” he murmured, before devouring her mouth like they were alone.
I clenched my jaw. Typical.
Arianna came
