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***UNEDITED. SUBJECT TO CHANGE***

My sister’s joyous laughter floated to my ears from afar, above the crashing of the ocean waves. I let out a sigh as I ran my hands up and down my bare arms. I should’ve been happy for her. I tried being happy for her. Yet, staring at the dark sky, and seemingly black waters, broken up by the reflection of the moon, I again felt the deep loneliness that’d been my constant companion as of late.

            I rolled my eyes at my dramatics and shook the feeling off. “This is Sierra’s day,” I mumbled to myself. No matter how nontraditional Sierra’s new union may be and trust me, it was unconventional I needed to be happy for her. I fought to suppress my doubts on whether her being married to two men—twins, was best for her, and to celebrate her joy.

            Goosebumps began to form along my arms, and a chill raced through me. It must’ve been the cooler night air. Although we were on an island located in the South Pacific somewhere, and the temperature hovered around eighty degrees, even with the sundown. I turned ready to rejoin the crowd in celebration, and my breath hitched at the pair of olive green eyes staring back at me.

My entire body shook. Angelo’s firm attention held me captive. I attempted to look away, to break the connection with his gaze, but my eyes refused to look elsewhere. He was my twin sister’s new cousin-in-law.

As I inhaled, my eyes began moving again, but not away from him, over the length of his body. My gaze gently perused over his, admittedly, gorgeous face. And those green, hypnotizing eyes, full bottom lip, the dark slashing eyes brows that matched the color of the jet black hair on his head. His hair was short, stopping at his ears, with the top a little longer. He’d cut it recently. According to Sierra, it was once long enough to wear in a ponytail or fall around his shoulders.

Not that I asked, of course. My sister decided to volunteer that information. Why I opted to tuck that piece of data away to remember was anyone’s guess. Luckily, I stopped my gaze from trailing down the full length of his slender body. Angelo wasn’t broad, like my sister’s husbands. He had more of a runner’s build, and he kept it in immaculate condition. I’d caught sight of him the day before in a pair of swimming trunks, while he worked out on the beach.

He had the perfect golden coloring, all over, from days spent in the Mediterranean sun. Or from being born with it in his blood.

I cleared my throat and finally looked away.

“You looked lonely,” he finally said.

My toes curled into the sand. The sandals, I’d changed into after the ceremony, were in my hand.

“I’m not,” I retorted before shifting to head back over to the crowd where it was safe, where I was safe from him.

Angelo had other plans, as he moved to stand in my way. “Bored, perhaps?”

Though he spoke perfect English, I noted the whisper of an accent, particularly as he clipped the endings off of certain words. One word came to mind upon hearing it.

Sexy.

Again, I didn’t give that thought much credence. I’d often found accents sexy—no big deal.

“Excuse me.”

He smirked. “What do you need excuses for?”

“I mean, you’re in my way.”

“Am I?”

“Are you what?”

“In your way? Or are you just being stubborn?”

“Excuse you?” I placed my hand on my hip.

He tilted his head to the side, and though it was dark, I could make out a particular shifting in that cocky gaze of his.

“You’ve avoided me the entire week we’ve been on this island.”

I shook my head. “I don’t know you to be avoiding you. Besides, I’m here for my sister. Being her maid of honor required my full attention.”

A deep, inviting chuckle broke free from his lips.

More goosebumps, accompanied by the hair on my arms standing.

“We both know that to be a lie. Miei cugini give your sister all the attention she needs. And more.”

I wasn’t quite sure of the words, but I assumed he was referring to his cousins. I let my eyes drift over into the distance. From where I stood, I spotted Sierra dancing with one of her husbands again. His back was to be, so I couldn’t tell which one it was, but I knew Angelo’s statement to be true. The last thing Sierra would ever want for is attention.

I envied that.

I turned my head forward and sharply inhaled when I found that Angelo had moved close enough to reach out and touch me. Literally. He reached out with his right hand and let his fingers gently trail down the length of my arm. A simple whisper of a touch, yet my nipples responded as if he had the key to start my sexual engine.

I stepped back. Don’t touch me, was on the tip of my tongue. But my mouth failed me. I couldn’t produce the words.

“Defiant,” he said frowning.

I wanted to laugh. That is the absolute last word most people would use to describe me. Compliant? Yes. Defiant? No way.

“I need to get back to the wedding.” My voice was significantly weaker than at the start of this conversation.

Angelo glanced over his shoulder, then turned back to me. “Or you can spend the night with me.”

 I should’ve slapped him for even suggesting it. Who the hell did he think I was? Just because my sister married into his criminal enterprise of a family didn’t mean that I was looking for some kind of a cheap thrill.

Those thoughts ran through my mind to throw at him, but then he moved, taking my hand into his, pulling me into his body. None too gently, either. His other hand made its way to my hip, squeezing. Again, his hold was firm, not soft in any way.

His lips barreled down over mine. His tongue was so warm and tantalizing that I had no choice but to separate my lips. I yearned to feel him inside of me, in any way I could get it. That was the moment I realized that my deepest fears had come true.

I would give myself to this man.