Ruined Secrets (Perfectly Imperfect #4)

“I like the feel of your hands and mouth on me,” she says over her shoulder. “But you know that’s not enough. Don’t you, Luca?”

She doesn’t wait for my reply, just leaves me to stare at the door she vanished through and to wonder how a nineteen-year-old girl managed to so royally fuck up my head.

* * *

The ringing of my phone wakes me up. I open my eyes and stare at the ceiling, trying to ignore the ache in my fully erect cock—the result of the dream that haunts me every night. Me, weighing Isabella down with my body, my cock buried inside ofher. I thought she’d skip the evening show after what happened in the office this afternoon. She didn’t. I tried restraining myself when I heard soft moans coming from her room. And failed miserably. Barely two minutes after the first moan, I stormed inside Isabella’s bedroom and feasted on her sweet pussy until she came all over my face.

The ringing stops, then starts again. I grab the phone to see Donato’s name on the screen. The numbers in the corner show it’s three in the morning.

“What happened?” I ask the moment I take the call.

“I’m at the warehouse. We caught one of the security guards stealing ammunition.”

“So?”

“What do you want me to do with him?”

I squeeze my temples between my thumb and middle finger and shake my head. “Kill him, Donato.”

“Kill? Are you certain?”

Jesus. How the fuck he ended up being a capo, I’ll never understand. I start to tell him to have one of the guys kill the thief then change my mind.

“I’ll be there in an hour,” I say and cut the call.

I need something to shake loose the frustration.

In the shower, as the water pours down on me, I grip my aching cock and imagine pounding into Isabella from behind, with her ass right there in front of me. It doesn’t take any time at all to find my release. Despite jerking off, I’m still wound up as I dress and head outside.

When I reach the warehouse where we store the guns, I head right toward the man sitting in the far corner. Donato is standingnext to him, along with another of my guards, both holding guns pointed at him. I’m amazed by the fact that Donato knows how to hold the gun at all.

“Is that the thief?” I ask.

“Yes.” Donato nods. “Gianni caught him while—”

I don’t wait for him to finish, just draw my gun from the holster, point it at the thief’s chest, and fire four times. Donato gasps and stumbles backward, staring at the blood soaking the front of the man’s shirt. I turn around and head back to my car, still pissed and sexually frustrated as fuck. Damn that woman. Damn her to hell.

Chapter 8

I reach for the water carafe in the middle of the table, watching Luca from the corner of my eye. He’s been in a sour mood for the last few days, but it hit its peak this morning. He hasn’t said a word since he came down for breakfast.

We’ve been at this status quo for almost three weeks now. We have breakfast with Damian and Rosa, and then he goes to work. Every day at two, I go to his office, where he wrecks me bit by bit with his fingers in the best possible way, and in the evening, he enters my room and devours me with his masterful tongue. He sates me so well the only thing I’m able to do after is fall into a deep sleep.

However, nothing else has changed. He still mostly ignores my presence during the day. He hasn’t touched me in any way unless he is “solving my problems,” and my patience is slowly running out.

“Is your downtown office just a front or a real business?” I ask as I fill my glass with water.

“It’s real,” he says without lifting his head, focused intently on the plate of food in front of him. “Real estate business is the best way to launder big amounts of money,” he adds after another bite.

“And who’s in charge of that?”

“Oh, that would be me,” Damian chimes in with a mischievous smile.

I raise my eyebrows. He’s barely twenty-three, and we’re talking about laundering millions. Luca must have great deal of confidence in his brother’s abilities.

“Are you involved in the arms dealing as well, or do you just handle the financial part?” I ask.

Luca’s head snaps up. “How do you know about our arms dealing business?”