The Marriage Debt (De Vos Mafia #2)(7)

“What am I trying to do?” I respond, raising a petty brow.

He continues to pull me around the dance floor like he intends to keep people around us fooled. “You can’t hurt me. But if you try, I will make sure you get it back twice as painful.”

I shudder from the threat. “Of course you would. You enjoy seeing me in agony, you sadistic bastard. You’re just like your father.”

He smirks. “Your insults are like music to my ears.” He leans in so close I can feel his breath on my skin. “But I’m nothing like my father, and I’ll be claiming far more from your filthy mouth once we get out of here.”

My body heats like he just lit a fire with a match, but I want none of it.

He’s always had a way with words, and I know he’s only trying to set me off so I’ll do something reckless.

“Would you believe me if I said I didn’t step on your foot on purpose?” I say, hoping to ease the tension.

“Would you believe me if I said I hope you did?” he whispers back. “Lie to me even once and your punishment will be painful.”

“It’s not a lie,” I hiss back.

The smirk on his face deepens. “Then we should work on your dancing skills.”

He twirls me around some more, and some of my female cousins and others from the Baas family are literally swooning over him like he’s some goddamn Casanova, and it makes me want to slap them.

Luca notices them too, and there’s a wicked smile on his face as he raises his brows at me. “Jealous?”

I laugh, maybe a little too loud. “You wish.”

Suddenly, he drops me, and I’m bending over backward with nothing but his arm around my waist to stop me from falling. He leans over me, his finger tracing a line from my neck down to my belly until I shiver from the electrical current going straight toward that spot between my legs.

“I’m not the only one who’s been craving something wicked,” he muses, gazing at me with those sinfully dark eyes of his and all the desire hiding behind them.

“All those years spent running away from me … only to land right back where you belong,” he says, licking his lips.

“Not because of you,” I spit. “I came back to save my sister.”

“Of course … You don’t mind stepping in for her,” he says, pulling me in so close I can barely breathe. “But you know being my wife comes at a price.”

I can almost taste the liquor on his tongue and feel his dark eyes roaming my skin like he wants nothing more than to rip off my dress and lick me in front of everyone.

And when he pulls me back up, his lips instantly land on mine.

I’m dazed and confused from the feel of his warm, sultry lips claiming me so hard they force every thought out of my mind. And it takes me three seconds to realize what’s happening and just how much his kiss has captured my soul.

So I bite him.

He retracts his mouth, his hand lifting to touch his bleeding lip. The vicious smile is gone from his face. “After all this time, you still won’t kiss me.”



Luca



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Twenty minutes before Liam’s death



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Lying on the hood of my car, I take a deep drag from my smoke as I look up at the stormy night sky. I don’t even fucking care that my clothes are getting soaked as hell in the rain. I’d almost say it’s beautiful out here, all serene and shit.

But I know damn well this night will end in chaos.

Chaos born from a flame I ignited with my own damn fingers.

I bring them to my nose and take a whiff. They still smell like Jill’s wet, aching pussy.

I groan out loud. The scent still makes me hard as fuck.

Not to mention, the memory of giving her an orgasm as sweet as sin will forever be engraved in my brain.

I may regret toying with her one day, but not tonight. Climbing into her window was the best decision I ever fucking made.

And I definitely won’t be the only one who remembers.

Because I drew a fucking bloody heart on her chest with my goddamn knife and then gave her the best fucking orgasm of her life.

I know damn well it will never fucking happen again. But at least I can savor the moment.

Because after tonight … she’ll belong to my brother. He’ll be the one to marry her and call her his wife.

Fuck.

“Don’t tell anyone about this. Ever.”

That’s what I told her. Because I want her to take our little secret to the fucking grave.

But I also want her to remember me.

To know that I was the fucking first.

I ruined her before anyone else ever could.

A filthy smirk forms on my lips.

Despite my parents choosing him to be the one to marry her, I got the first fucking taste and touch. And no one will ever know before Liam puts his ring around her finger.

I jump off the hood and sigh out loud as I get back in the car and start the engine, working the wheels until they spin fast. I’m high as fuck, but I don’t care as I race off the dirt track and get back on the road. Back home. Back to that mobster den where I belong.

But when I finally get there and get out of the car, something up high in the tree house near my parents’ property makes me stop dead in my tracks.