Whenever I walked into a room, I tried and make myself scarce because it was just too fucking hard for me not to look at her. I tried not to think of what I’d like to do to her, not to stare at her and see the woman she had become. I couldn’t help but picture her under me as I worshipped every part of her sexy body with my hands and my tongue.
Yeah, I was most definitely a sick bastard. Even thinking those thoughts and knowing that if Sebastiano knew the fucking intimate and dirty thoughts I had, I’d be a dead man. As I stumbled downstairs, I could smell the aroma of Nonna’s zeppole. I wondered if I could sneak one in before she took them out. I fucking loved those things.
Nonna was still in the kitchen cleaning up when I came up behind her and snuck one behind her back. I saw everyone outside through the window and watched as Sebastiano held Sierra around the waist and pulled her close. He kissed her like no one was watching, not that he gave a shit who saw him mouth-fuck his wife.
“Riccardo!” Nonna yelled. “Don’t think I didn’t see you take one of my zeppole. I have eyes everywhere you know. I see everything, Riccardo.”
What the fuck did she mean by that? What did she see? What did she know? No way did she know about me hungering for Lorena. Only Stefano knew and that was only because I was drunk and completely incoherent one night.