Seducing My Husband's Brother
Message received.
Good.
Without regard for any other human at the table, I straighten, and her body follows, posture snapping rigid.
Ciao.
But on our third step, something pulls me back—more accurately, it pulls her back.
Low and menacing, a dry scoff creeps through me. These motherfuckers.
I pivot, anticipating the doomed bastard.
Del Inferno junior stands opposite from me, his hand wrapped around her other hand.
He tugs once, pulling her closer the best he could. But this little action only makes my hand tighten, closing in on her skin until the rigid structure of her bones presses against my palm.