It smelled like him. I watched him as he took a long drag of his cigarette with his book held up in his other hand. He had gotten rid of his coat and it was only just us two.

I regarded myself as a dominant. I did. But all my defenses came to shit in his presence.

"I'm here" my voice was gruff. Deep. Hungry. He didn't look away from his book. It was the picture perfect moment. I already had numerous painted art of him and her but they were in ruins in the store room.

In my heart, I still blamed him for the reason we fell apart.

Miranda was the last woman we had shared. She was like a pixie. She looked almost unreal. She had these fucking amazing tits and this ass that drove me wild -at some point. Long blonde hair and the purest blue eyes. Maybe that's why it took me so long to understand that maybe she wasn't the angel she acted like she was.

I was in love with Miranda. I never failed to tell her that but I didn't realize that I was blinded by her false pretenses.

I was in love with her but she was in love with Tino. Only Tino. It was always Tino.

"Take a seat, fratello. We have important issues to discuss" his voice had gone hoarse. I stared at his hands that had wrapped snugly around my cock. His bright brown eyes that dared me to wake our angel up.

I sighed, wondering if this was even the right thing to do.

I glanced around the library and chuckled, shaking my head. It was far different from how I remembered it and I assumed he had remodeled it because of Miranda.

I had my hands deep in the pockets of the grey sweatpants I had changed into. I didn't want him to see that I needed more of him so, I sat down across him and he put the cigarette out in the glass ashtray shaped like a dragon. He slid a silver bookmark into the page when his fingers were holding before he let the book slam shut.

"Done with your four year tantrum?" He raised a brow and I scoffed. He spoke like my feelings didn't mean anything and it hurt.

"Tantrum? You call that a tantrum?" I narrowed my eyes at him, ready to throw a punch because it wouldn't be the first time.

He smirked and let his hair free. My anger dissipated at the way his luscious and silky brown curls rolled down and behind his back.

"Si, Gianni. A tantrum is what it is. However..." he trailed off and cleared his throat. I gulped, hating how it felt like the walls were closing in on me. How my gaze solely focused on his lips or those hands that had made me cum so many times. Or even his lips had had touched me everywhere.

"However, this is about Fiore. She...it's clear that we both want her and that she wants us. Si?" He raised a brow and I hummed, leaning back and waiting to hear what he had to say.

"I suggest that we ask her about it. Know if she's comfortable before pursuing-"

"What about us?" I blurted out and he smirked, unbuttoning his shirt. I gulped, watching him flick every button to show off his tanned skin.

"'We' is never happening again. You made that clear" for a few seconds I could see the fury in his eyes and I leaned back, chuckling.

"You jerked me off tonight. I think someone missed the memo" I smirked and pushed myself up. I walked towards him and gripped his bearded jaw. Tino never showed his vulnerability. Never.

His lips parted to speak but they closed again before he gulped.

"You're walking on a thin line, Gianni. Get the fuck out of my library" his voice was barely a growl. I slid my hands to his chest, running my hands over his shoulders. He grunted.

"Still think I'm walking on a thin line?" I pulled away, and he chuckled.

"I don't know what you want from me, Gi-"

"You! I want you back. It's been too long!" I slammed my palm on the table in frustration and he raised a brow.

"I don't think Fiore is gonna like that" he grumbled and I exhaled, thinking about the little angel. He was right. She would probably not like that.

I stood up and was about to leave when he pushed himself up as well, pressing his cock against my ass. I bit back a moan, leaning into him.

"Well...What do you know...maybe our Fiore likes what she sees" he kissed my neck with a whisper and I could hear the smirk in his voice. Sparks lit up my body and so did the familiar tingles.

My eyes flashed open and she stood there in her pajamas. Lust was clear in her eyes and I expected Tino to stop.

He didn't.

"What are you doing?" I whispered with my eyes on her. She looked between Tino and I but there was no sign that showed that she was about to run off.

Maybe that was a good sign.

She took a step forward and his hard cock pressed in between my ass cheeks. He let out a raw exhale and I bit back a moan as he rubbed his cock against me. Blood rushed to my cock.

"What's wrong, Fiore?" I wasn't expecting him to pull away from me but the feeling made me feel a tad bit relieved because I didn't want to leave her feeling confused. Tino approached her as his unbuttoned shirt flayed, exposing his taut chest that caught her attention but only for a few seconds.

However, Wura's eyes weren't on him. They were on me. She began to walk to me, her soft eyes running over my body.

"Are you okay?" She whispered and I wanted to taste her lips again. I sat in Tino's chair and patted my thigh. She walked to me and sat down on my thigh, resting her head in the crook of my neck.

My heart raced and I kissed her cheek.

"Is everything okay, dolcezza?" I whispered against her flawless skin. Her beautiful brown skin. She was like a slice of every beautiful thing in the world.

"I couldn't sleep. And...I'm hungry" she mumbled the last part, wiggling against my hard on. I groaned and held her close.

"If you don't stop wiggling that ass, Baby..." I whispered painfully and she stopped moving. I looked up at Tino who had his hands in his pocket.

"She's hungry. Go make her something to eat while I talk to her" I smirked at Tino who chuckled. He walked to us and pressed a kiss to her lips before he made his way out.

I exhaled and looked at her, running my knuckles over her cheeks. She leaned into my touch and I wondered where I was going to start.

"Wura?" she answered by looking up at me with those big brown eyes and she shifted as her eyes roamed my face.

"You have so many tattoos" she whispered with a smile. A smile that caused my heart to skip again and again.

"You like them?" she nodded and I gulped, trying not to shiver as she touched the tattoo right above my left brow and the one below my eye.

"They're pretty" she answered with a small shrug and the smile still on her face.

"Pretty? They are manly" I scoffed and she glanced just below my chin at the tattoos on my neck.

"Did it hurt?" she asked again before pouting obviously annoyed that she could only see the tattoos on my hand as the long sleeved shirt I wore hid the ones on my arm.

My lips parted to tell her about the entire situation but I couldn't.

Maybe Tino could do that.

So, I let myself revel in her sweet vanilla scent.

...🌚
This will probably be the last update till Thursday. I have procrastinated so much which means too much work. Ugh! I might still update during the week.
Anyways! I got my instax mini 9 but...no batteries 😫
Gianni is still in the doghouse for me. 🤷🏽‍♀️
Enjoy! Let me know what you think!
-Aduke🌹