Reign of a Billionaire : A Dark Mafia Enemies-to-Lovers Romance

Liana was innocent too. Her story—spoken and unspoken words—gutted me. I was confused as fuck. I loved Louisa, yet Liana had started to feel so goddamn right. Had she put a spell on me? Or was I so fucking weak that I gave in to the first true temptation that came along?

I slammed the whiskey glass on the table, disgusted at myself, and let out a hollow laugh.

I bolted out of my bedroom and tore down the halls to her room. My body was tense with suppressed hunger. It made me furious—at her, at myself, at the goddamned world. It poisoned me down to the marrow of my bones.

She and I… We couldn’t end well. We wouldn’t end well.

It was a recipe for self-destruction. Liana loved her sister; I loved her sister. Every touch, every kiss was a betrayal to Lou. It hovered over us like a fog, clouding our judgment. And still I couldn’t stay away. Like a moth to the flame, I went.

The ghost on my shoulder warned that it’d only settle me temporarily, and once this lust dissipated, Liana and I would be left with bitter regret. But goddammit, this maddening lust tasted so fucking sweet, tempting us with its promises.

I stormed into her room, slamming the door into the wall in the process. Liana whirled around, wearing nothing but a red lace bra and matching panties. Fuck, she was beautiful. Her creamy skin. Her soft hips. Her perky breasts.

My heart drummed in my ears as those golden eyes met mine.

So warm. So light. So fucking right.

“What are⁠—”

“I need you.” I practically snarled the words, kicking the door closed with my foot. “And I think you need me too.”

She let out a soft scoff, but nothing could hide the way her cheeks turned crimson. “I don’t need anyone.” Always so brave. So determined. “Besides, I can take care of my own needs, if you catch my drift.”

Her lips curved into a sinful, seductive smile, and the images of her touching herself slammed into my mind. My dick stiffened in my jeans. It had been impossible to forget the images of her on my bed, rubbing her clit while her lust-filled eyes watched me jack off.

“Show me,” I demanded.

Liana’s fingers clenched into small fists and her shoulders tensed. Maybe I’d misread all the signs and she really did hate me. I didn’t know anymore. I promised my love and fidelity to Louisa, and here I was begging her sister to touch herself in front of me. I wasn’t in my right mind, that was for sure.

She glanced around me, almost as if expecting someone to save her. No, that couldn’t be right. She didn’t need saving. She was probably looking for a weapon to kill me with, but finding nothing, her gaze traveled back to mine.

“Jesus,” she muttered, her slender shoulders relaxing a bit as she made her way to the chair. But she couldn’t hide the traitorous tremor of her body. She wanted me too. “You’re becoming obsessed with me.” She sat on the armchair like a queen, a secret smile on her lips. Did she think about the night we shared all those months ago as much as I did? “But let me warn you, I have no intention of staying here, so you’d better not get used to this.”

Her fucking mouth would be the death of me.

“Take off your bra,” I ordered, tugging on my own shirt and sliding it over my head. Her eyes landed on my chest, and goosebumps peppered her skin.

“I don’t like your bossy tone.” Her tongue swept across her bottom lip. “Say please.”

Her nipples tightened under the thin material of her bra, and her fingers trembled as she reached for the hook in front, but she didn’t move to unclasp it. Instead, she waited with a raised brow and a challenge in her eyes.

“Drop the act, Liana,” I said, my voice so deep and thick I barely recognized it. “I can smell your arousal. And the wet spot on your panties tells me you’re drenched. Now take off your bra so I can see your tits.”

Her chest heaved before she finally did as she was told. Discarding it onto the floor, her breasts spilled out and all the blood rushed to my groin. Her fingers came down to her armrests, clenching around them.

“Show me how you touch yourself.”

She rolled her eyes, although the blush staining her porcelain skin told me she was enjoying the attention. “You already watched that show once, Kingston. This is going to get boring fast.”

This maddening woman. I unbuttoned my pants, discarding them in one go.

“The sooner you stop talking, the sooner you get relief,” I gritted. “Take off your panties so I can see your pussy.”

“Don’t go romancing anyone with that mouth of yours,” she breathed, her eyes lingering on my tattoos and the scars they hid. Could she see them? Her gaze traveled lazily down my body to my cock, and I watched with satisfaction as she flushed.

I liked that she didn’t look away, instead she watched me palm my length and tug on it. Once. Twice. She gasped, her breasts heavy and swollen, her nipples puckering tight in the cold air.

“Touch yourself, princess,” I rasped, and the plea in my voice would have embarrassed me if not for how turned on I was.