Caught Raw Handed

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LUCA'S POV 

Matteo and I bonded,

Weird, right? only that it wasn't. This younger version of an irritating, vicious, lying lady was way lovely than I predicted him to be. He was unique in a kind of way that pulled me in, lively. I fear I had many similarities to him; he reminded me of Myself and Adrian.

I paused, not wanting to think of it, not now. not yet 

But I knew he was lonely. And surprisingly, I tried as much as I could to fill in that vast space of his heart, in contrast to whatever it was that I usually would have done. Partially, I brought him along because I wanted him to meet his sister; he missed her terribly, although he despised her. Thinking she turned out to be just like their father.

I wasn't the type to meddle in sibling affairs, but Matteo was becoming my undoing. God, I understood why he was Isabella's weakness; I'll be damned if I let anyone lay a finger on her brother… or maybe in this case, he was mine in some twisted way, but he was a friend to me, a brother now.

Maybe Isabella believed I had him around for some sort of twisted fun; maybe she believed he was just a means to control her, just like I made her believe, but he wasn't… That was not the case; Matteo was good. Sincerely, he wasn't a mischievous, lying brat.

We had arrived from the drive, it's been an hour to be exact Matteo had been safely tucked into his room; I had my guards on him at times. although Isabella believed it was just so I had a fun close to his skull passing minute; I had not given two fucks about what she thought anyways.

But where I was, seated relaxed, arms crossed over my chest, my legs crossed as well, my phone in my left hand as I stared intently at the clip on it.

I stare and stare and then stare; it sparked curiosity, the images before me. I could hear the shower running, and somewhere in the ghastly, deep, carnal part of me, I was twisted. I wondered just what it would be like.

Wrong,

What she would look like,

I wasn't ever amused about it, about her... but since four nights ago, since the heated kiss we shared, I found myself wanting more, more of that forbidden kiss of hers, what her lips would feel like on my pierced nipple... or maybe my arms and torso. And fuck, how would i feel if she had her tongue wrapped around my cock.

I stiffened, got a semi, thinking of it, myself. Readjusting, so my boner wouldn't be pressed against the fabric again.

Once more my eyes darted over to the clip on my phone; maybe she forgot… or believed I forgot, but she was a fool to think such; she was mine, my wife. Isabella wasn't a Moretti  anymore; she was a ricci.

Maybe somewhere in that dumbass look, that pain, and that aggressive stare, Antonio sold himself out that night on the balcony.

Antonio was my best man, my right-hand man; he never reacted… I taught him better. He was like me, hard as fucking steel.

But that night, after I tossed Isabella to the floor. Clear marks of my strangeling  arms left bruises in her neck; that night Antonio had cracked, I saw it… He was pissed, enraged; his body was stiff, but I knew in that moment, if I was not  Luca Ricci, Antonio would have fucking killed me for hurting her.

For hurting my wife.

But that was it.

The sex,  Broke me fucked with me.she lied about not having anyone in; the camera had technical difficulties. And Antonio perfectly... conveniently happened to have no alibi.

I wasn't a fool, but I'd be a liar to say it had not hurt to have the mere thought that my best man, my most trusted buddy, was sleeping with my mortal enemy.

Which was why I had planned the kiss and made the video recorded, I was fucking right.

Anotonio was pissed as hell, jealous even; I watched him intently, his eyes glued to the footage of us…making out.

The last straw was the car ride. I had left them on purpose, both of them to drive slow. Of course I had a camera installed in the car…I couldn't hear them, and now I was bitching about it. regretting it.

However, the clip in my phone had caught her reaction; he let the barricade up, and he was  alone with my wife. I was right.

Isabella reached for his arms in a knowing man's manner. Her eyes filled with love; she never looked at me like that, and somehow it had pulled at a string of jealousy in me.

But Antonio pulled away; he was visibly angry, and Isabella latched onto him… pleading, courting more nonsense, and it didn't take much for me to know Antonio was jealous; he was yearning for her but was pissed at our little conversation before the ride.

I made him listen on purpose; I knew he was there when I teased about wanting a kiss, pun totally intended.

Maybe, somewhere in me, I already knew what was happening, and a picture from one of my men whom I asked to dig into Antonio's past lives had been sent just on cue.

Isabella and Antonio were high school lovers, a bloody twist that had taken.

I stroked my chin, moving off the clip toward another picture.smirking, grinning. Holding a rein in my anger.

But then, the clip—the last clip in the car—immediately unleashed my anger.

Antonio…

He kissed her; he kissed her lips, kissed a bit of her tongue while fucking her mouth with his.

But worse,

I had spotted his erection as he grinded harder against her in my damn car… My best man and my enemy were making out, knowing I was merely a few yards away!.

And Isabella, what had she done?.

She jerked him off… like a whore, and milked every last bit of his cum down her throat.