Contracted sin
He pushed her behind the heavy velvet fabric, pressing her back against the wall and covering her body with his own just as the door opened.
It was Matteo .
Don’s nephew stepped into the living room, clearly drunk. He was shirtless, wearing only low hanging sweatpants, his muscular body glistening with sweat. He had a bottle of whiskey in one hand and was muttering angrily to himself.
Matteo walked straight toward the couch where they had just been fucking. He stopped right in front of it, swaying slightly, and took a long swig from the bottle.
“I know something’s going on,” he slurred, voice thick with alcohol and jealousy. “I see the way you look at her, Damien. The way she looks at you. Y
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