Bones (Bonetti Brothers #1)

CHAPTER TEN

BONES

“What are we doing?” She asks when I take her up to the bedroom.

I glance at her and smirk at her nervous energy. She thinks I’m going to fuck her and I plan on it, but not tonight.

“Going to bed.”

Her eyes widen to the point of her looking like the most adorable cartoon character, and I chuckle. “To sleep, Butterfly.”

Athena folds her arms over her chest defiantly. “You have a billion rooms in this mansion. There’s no reason I should need to sleep in here.”

Oh, there are many reasons I want her in my bed. I want to smell that sweet vanilla scent of her skin. Feel her soft body against mine. Listen to whatever sounds she makes in her sleep. I want it all, but I won’t tell her that.

“There are not a billion rooms, Butterfly. There are eight bedrooms, but this is where you’ll be sleeping, unless you prefer the comfort of your cage. I cannot trust you. Keep your friends close, keep your enemies closer.”

Athena gasps loudly, almost as if she’s offended. “Maybe you shouldn’t marry your enemies, and you wouldn’t have to worry about it.”

The angry little scowl on her face makes my dick hard as a rock. It would be so easy to hold her down and shove my cock deep inside her pussy. I bet it would wipe that angry fucking look from her face.

“There are toiletries in the bathroom. Go use them, and get your ass into bed.”

She stomps her feet and slams the door behind her like a little brat, which is exactly what she is. I should go in there, bend her over the sink and spank her ass, but if I do that, I’m going to fuck her. I only have so much restraint, and seeing red marks from my hand on her skin would destroy it.

Athena steps out of the bathroom and notices I’ve taken my pants off. She stares at my cock with surprise. “No,” she breathes.

Chuckling, I say, “Yes. I always sleep naked, and you will too once we’re married.”

I get into bed and pat the mattress beside me. “Come on.”

She grumbles to herself, “How is this my life?”

Walking over to the bed, she gets in beside me and instantly turns away from me, which is just fine. It’s her ass I want, anyway.

Brushing her hair from her neck, I press my nose against her skin and inhale. Fuck. She smells amazing. Feminine. I wrap my arm around her waist, and run my fingers under her shirt so I can touch her skin.

“Bones,” she whimpers as she wiggles her ass, trying to get away from my hard cock, but accomplishes just the opposite.

Her skin is like silk under my fingertips, and I don’t miss the way her breathing gets heavier. She may never admit it, but she likes my touch and wants more.

“Can you not find a woman to marry you that actually likes you?”

I chuckle against her skin. “It’s doubtful, Butterfly. This might surprise you, but I’m not a likable person to most people.”

She giggles softly, and it only makes my cock harder. “No, Bones. It does not surprise me.”

She whimpers, “No,” as I kiss her neck, but the way she presses against my cock tells me her no means yes.

“You’re killing me, Athena.”

She groans softly. “I’d like to kill you.”

Her words make me smile, because I know for a fact the first time I take her, she’s going to fight me. Hell, maybe I’ll give her a knife while I do it .

I can’t help myself. Reaching into her shorts, I cup her pussy. “You’re wet, Butterfly. Drenched. Tell me again you don’t want me to touch you.”

She doesn’t say the words I know she wants to say. As I rub her clit, she moans, “Oh my God.”

Her response to the slightest touch has me curious about her experience.

“Did he make you come?”

“What?” she asks, sounding surprised by my question.

I pinch her clit, causing her to yelp. “Did Manny make you come?”

“I don’t know,” she admits, causing me to smile behind her ear.

“You will know when you come for me, Butterfly.”

That fucker never gave her an orgasm. There’s no way you can not know. I rub her clit in slow circles, and her breathing becomes shallow.

“Oh my God,” she moans.

“There’s no God here, Butterfly. You’ll say my name when you come.”

Athena pushes her pussy against my hand like she needs a firmer touch, so I give it to her. Increasing my speed, I rub her swollen clit harder and she tosses her head back, and I remind her, “When you come, I want to hear my name.”

A breathy scream comes out of her, stunning me, “Luca!”

Her body trembles against mine as I try to make sense of what just happened. I meant for her to say Bones. I’ve been known by that nickname since I was twelve years old. Nobody calls me Luca except for my parents. Not my siblings. No one.

“What did you call me?”

She giggles as I remove my hand from her shorts. “Luca,” she says like it’s obvious, “That is your name, right?”

I release a sigh. “Yeah, it is. Go to sleep, Butterfly. ”

My biggest issue isn’t that she used my first name, it’s the way it made me feel something. I don’t like it, and I’m going to need to make that a rule.