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388 pages, Paperback
First published November 25, 2022
What if you met your soulmate at the wrong time?
With every step Cressida took closer to me, I knew she wasn’t the woman I wanted to marry. With every intake of breath, I knew I loved the woman sitting somewhere in this church. And with every furious beat of my condemned heart, I knew I could never be with the woman I loved.
“Love is for dreamers or weaklings. I’m neither”
I shrugged out of my shirt then leaned forward and draped it carefully over Greta’s shoulders. It was way too big for her, covering her thighs too. She pulled it tighter around herself and actually drew in a breath then peered up at me with a small, lovely smile. “Thank you. Your shirt smells good.”
”It smells like me,” I said as if my brain cells had left my skull.
“I never thought about kissing someone. But I think with you I could imagine having my first kiss one day.”
Amo touched his forehead to mine. “Every part of me that matters, my soul, my heart, my love, is yours. It’ll always be yours.”
“I regret every moment I’m not with you.”
“Why do you make me feel like myself and at the same time like someone new?” If I only knew. Why did she make me feel so unhinged and as if I’d finally come home at the same time?
“There’s nothing between us anymore, Greta. You didn’t allow it to be.” I got up with a hard smile. “Don’t trust me to save you again.”
”Speaking of future, how’s your lovely fiancée?” Nevio asked casually. His eyes held mockery. “I can’t wait to attend the wedding of the century to bear witness to the greatest love story of all time.”
I smiled cruelly. “When are you going to kidnap a poor woman as your wife of your own as is family tradition and the only way a woman will ever tolerate your crazy ass?”
”Don’t listen to these assholes. Stay where you are. You belong in the light.” My fingers slid over my tutu. “I belong with the people I love. I don’t fear the dark.”
“You’re freezing, Greta. We need to do something about it.” I sat up straighter, weighing my options. “Would you feel comfortable putting your feet on my lap? I swear on my honor that I won’t touch you inappropriately in any way.”
The words left my mouth before I could process them. They just fell out, like that one biker’s glass eye when I’d slammed my axe into his head.
1) He leaned down and I held my breath as he parted his lips and lightly nudged my clit with the tip of his tongue.
2) He opened his eyes but kept lavishing my clit with the softest circles.
3) I circled her clit with my tongue then stroked along her slit, back and forth, teasing more lust out of her.
4) The word morphed into a moan when I sucked her clit into my mouth. Greta opened her legs wide, her feet in her ballet shoes pointed as if she were about to dance.
5) I closed my lips around her clit as her pussy pulsated against me, her arousal dripping down on the floor.
6) She came in my mouth, her little clit pulsing against my lip, her juices dripping on my tongue.
7) She leaned against the rail, holding onto my head, and her lips parted in a soft moan when my tongue dove between her folds to get my very first taste of the day.
My mind drifted back to Amo and the warmth in my body intensified. I stared at my reflection in the mirror above the sink. I had never wondered what other people thought of my body, but I did now, wondering what Amo had seen when he’d looked at me. Why? Why did I care? I liked my body. Amo’s thoughts about it shouldn’t matter.
“I know this is hypocritical of me, and definitely an asshole thing to say, but I can’t share you, Greta. If we keep this up, I need you to be mine only. I don’t want you near any other men.”
Greta looked up and shrugged. “It seems like a one-sided deal, definitely a bit hypocritical, yes.”
“And I love you,” Maddox reminded her. She rolled her eyes, but smiled to soften the blow.
"Surprise, motherfuckers,”
Nevio made his father look like a fucking choir boy.
🖤 Greta & Amo 🖤
"I like being a Falcone."
"I'd prefer you to be a Vitiello."
"I was only a young girl, dressed in my favorite tutu, when I came to the realization that the men in my family were like monsters in the scary movies that Nevio loved to watch.
And a piece of my heart broke."