“I have a message from Acid.” Thane glances at Chiara, black hair falling into his eyes and the merest suggestion of a smirk on his lips. He places the toe of one boot behind the other and ducks his head, almost a bow, but not quite. “Good luck, your highness.”
Chiara smiles at him, genuinely amused. “Acid’s so thoughtful. Tell him thank you. And thank you too, Thane. I appreciate all your work.”
Thane scours her expression, searching for sarcasm.
Salvatore folds his arms and glares at him. “Chiara means what she says, unlike you.”
Thane shrugs and heads for the door, raising one hand in farewell before he’s gone.
I turn away with a shake of my head. “I have our disguises upstairs. Come with me.”
I lead the two of them upstairs and unlock the door to my apartment. It takes up the entire top floor of the building. The ceiling is high and there’s plenty of natural light. I’ve decorated it in an eclectic style. Interesting pieces of furniture and décor that don’t match but somehow work together to give the place an air of elegance and comfort.
Chiara gazes around. “Vinicius, your place is amazing. How come I’ve never been here before?”
“It’s not as secure as Lorenzo and Cassius’ place, and it’s not as sprawling as Salvatore’s, but it’s home. I like it.”
“I love it,” Chiara says, walking across the open space. I suddenly see her here with a baby. A little boy. They’re sitting together on the rug beneath the huge windows playing with colored blocks.
For a second, I can’t breathe.
I want that.
I want that so much.
It doesn’t have to be my son. It could be any of our sons, and I will love him so fiercely until the day I die. If I can’t have this, then everything else in my life will feel meaningless and I don’t know what I’ll do.
I realize Chiara is staring at me with her head on one side and she’s asked me a question. “Are you all right, Vinicius?”
Salvatore clasps my shoulder as he passes me and shoots me a knowing look. “He just loves you, baby.”
I come back into myself and smile at her. “Have I told you lately how beautiful you are?”
“You probably have, but I’ll happily hear it again,” she says, returning my smile.
“You’re beautiful, kitten. Now come with me and we’ll go play dress-up.”
I have our planned disguises laid out on my dressing table next to my bottles of cologne, and I pass Chiara a wig.
“Try this on. If it suits you, we can tie it back in a low ponytail. These detectives will have seen you with your glorious blonde hair and wearing designer dresses. In a plain skirt suit and with a wig and darkened eyebrows and lashes, they won’t recognize you.”
She scoops up her blonde hair and pulls the wig on. Long, dark brown hair cascades over her shoulders, and with the bangs in her eyes, she looks different already.
“I like it. What are you and Salvatore wearing?”
“Cheap suits. An auburn hair rinse for Salvatore and a mustache for me.”
“Auburn,” Salvatore says with a grimace. “I’ll look washed out.”
“That’s the idea. We want to look like ordinary country cops, not the devilishly handsome city mafiosos that we are.”
I pass Salvatore a box of hair dye and apply a fake mustache to my upper lip. It’s hideous. My hair is too long and I need a haircut, which is on purpose. I want to look like an unkempt country detective. I pull a shoulder holster on over my shirt and muss up my hair.
“What do you think, do I look the part?”
Chiara runs her fingers up and down the straps of my gun holster. “I don’t know about the mustache, but this is pretty sexy.”
“Oh, yes?” I say, enjoying the expression on her face. My cock stirs in my pants. Her wig is interesting, too. The dark hair gives her a bad-girl appearance. She seems to think so, too, as she runs her forefinger down the buttons of my shirt.
“Detective Bartlett, is there anything I can help you with?”
Salvatore looks up from scowling at the box of hair dye and throws it aside. He strides toward Chiara, scoops her up in his arms and carries her over to the bed. “Yes, there is. I’m tired of thinking about this mission. Let’s get back to the fun mission.”
“Which is?” Chiara asks.
Salvatore grins as he loosens his tie. “Getting you pregnant.”
12
Chiara
Salvatore looms over me as he takes off his clothes, his gaze sharp and hungry as I wriggle out of my own.
“Are you getting in on this?” he asks Vinicius over his shoulder.
Vinicius lays along the bed with his head propped against his palm, a smile on his lips. “Don’t mind me. I’ll just watch for the moment.”
Salvatore cups my jaw and purrs, “Oh, I enjoy an audience. Shall we show off for him, baby?”
“I love to show off,” I say, reaching between my legs to drag the wetness from my pussy up over my clit, enjoying both men watching me do it.
Salvatore grasps my legs, pushes them wider, and spits on my pussy. I moan as it trickles down.
He looks up sharply and his lips curve into a vicious smile. “You like that? Open your mouth.”
I do as he asks and he leans over me and spits in my mouth. My eyes open wide, and then he slams two fingers into me as I swallow him down.
“You dirty bitch.” Before I can answer, he grabs my throat and squeezes. Hard. He’s the Salvatore I encountered on my seventeenth birthday, hard expression and eyes glittering with wickedness.
I can’t tear my eyes away from him.
I’ll happily be his dirty bitch.
Still squeezing my throat, he walks his knees up the bed and grasps his cock, sinking into me.
“Salvatore,” I manage to gasp around the tight grip he has on my throat.
“Yes, baby?” he asks, his voice dripping with fake sweetness.
“Hit me.”
He shoots me a look of molten desire and lets go of my throat, slapping me across the face.
Hard.
Leaving me gasping.
My head snaps to the side and my eyes water. Heat burns right through me and condenses in my clit.
“Salvatore, for fuck’s sake,” Vinicius exclaims.
“What? She likes it. Don’t you, baby?” His voice is full of sweetness again and he draws my face back to his and kisses me.
I’ll show him how much I love it. I grasp his wrist and run my nails down his muscled forearm as he pushes his thumb into my mouth. I suck on it, closing my eyes and enjoying the burn in my cheek.
“Good girl,” he purrs.
I could come just from the way he’s talking to me.
“She’s sucking so good. Get over here and choke her with your cock.”
Vinicius sits up on the bed and takes off his clothes. A moment later I feel the mattress next to my head sink as he kneels there, and I turn my head to take him in my mouth.
Vinicius’ fingers trail over my reddened cheek.
“Pretty, isn’t she?” Salvatore asks.
“She’s always pretty.”
“She sure is. Especially getting railed at either end.”
I open my eyes and lock gazes with Salvatore as I work Vinicius with my mouth. Salvatore’s breathing hitches and his gaze grows unfocused. I look between the two of them as their breath grows ragged. Now I’m the one in control as I suck slowly up and down and keep my hand firmly on Salvatore’s hip.