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 It was supposed to be a simple job. Infiltrate and gather information.

But I wasn’t expecting her. Riley is everything I should stay away from, but can’t.

A job that was supposed to make her look bad has me tangled in knots I can’t explain. And if wanting her wasn’t enough, there’s him—Michael.

He is everything I need but can’t have. When Riley receives death threats related to our case, she’s forced into relying on us.

We will have to push aside the burning desire we feel for one another and find out how to end the nightmare threatening our very existence.

Or my family will lose everything.

Losing isn’t an option, but I’d risk it all for them… even if it means death.

Previously published as Antonio: Book Three by LC Taylor Mature Reader warning: This book contains a lot of raw sexual language, a little violence, and MMF sexual scenes. It is intended for readers 18+.

TWO MONTHS AGO.

“Are you alright?” Michael’s smooth voice cut through my thoughts.

“Yeah. Just reading over this !le you gave me.” I thumbed the paper, looking for something to use against Rachel. She hadn’t learned I was working in her house yet, but any day I would be found out and I needed something. “There has to be something here I can use.”

“You need to take a break.” Michael pressed his palm against my shoulder. “How about I order some pizza?”

I glanced up at his face and froze. His eyes were the brightest green I’d ever seen in a man. They had this magical power that seemed to trap me inside their tiny orbs. My body reacted in ways I wasn’t sure I understood.

“Yeah,” I gritted out uncomfortable with my reaction to another man.

This hadn’t been the first time my body felt something for a member of the same sex. Bastian had done something similar to me when I had been in Chile. He showed me things I hadn’t expected to like—not with a man. Turning my attention back to the folder, I read a page of notes Donny had gathered on her. Alec had managed to hack into her personal accounts.

“Holy shit,” I whispered. My subconscious was not believing what I was seeing.

“What?” Michael set a glass of whiskey down in front of me. “I think I found something.”

I handed him the photo buried beneath the stacks of account information. “Looks like she has a semi-shady past.”

“This? It’s just a photo of her.” Michael turned the image on its side. “A naughty image, though. But how’s this going to help us?”

“I think our girl might have a fetish I can exploit.” My cock strained against my jeans when I thought about her in the photo. Michael must have had the same reaction because he adjusted his pants. My eyes tracked his movement as he palmed the bulge in his slacks. I couldn’t take my eyes off his dick.

“Antonio?” Michael whispered my name. It was a whimper, if not a plea.

“Michael. I’m—” I swallowed, unable to finish my words. He reached down and cupped my cheek in his hand.

“Don’t.” He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. His tongue licking at the seam of my mouth. Giving in to the carnal need for his touch, I opened to him. Our tongues met in a frenzy as he dominated my mouth. Gripping my shirt, he tugged me to my feet. His hands wound into my hair and held my head in place.

“Tell me to stop and I will,” he uttered against my lips. Everything about this felt wrong, but I couldn’t stop.

“Don’t stop.” I pressed my palm to his crotch and rubbed. His hard cock sent electric shock waves through my veins. “I think I’ll go mad with need if you do.” I gripped his shirt, tugging him through the house and into my room. Shutting the door, I grinned.

“Are you sure you want this?”

“I’ve never wanted something more.” Michael pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor. His chest was a well-defined slab of hardened muscle. I watched in fascination as he stripped his pants off and stood completely naked before me. The dark trail of hair paved a path toward his cock, that stood proudly on display.

“Are you going to just stand there?” I quickly disrobed and pushed him to the bed. He pulled my arm, causing me to fall onto the mattress beside him. His fingers danced across my arm and trailed across my chest.

“Have you done this before, Antonio?”

I looked at him and smiled. “Yes. Once. Until a friend showed me it was okay to accept myself for who I am, I was afraid. You could say he enlightened me.”

“Are you gay, then?”

“Bisexual, I think. I like women too, but my need for a man is strong as well. It’s why I haven’t settled down. I don’t know if a man can handle my need for a woman, and vice versa.”

“What if I told you I could?” My cock throbbed at his words. Everything about him had me worked up for weeks, but because I was afraid of what my brothers would think, I buried this part of me—until now. Michael wrapped his fingers around my shaft and pumped his hand. “I enjoy fucking women, too, but there’s nothing quite like a cock to get my dick hard as steel.”

I should have been focused on Rachel’s !le. Lying in bed with my sister-in-law’s attorney was a bad idea. But as his hand glided across my rigid member, I could think of nothing else. “What about Rachel? We should focus on finding dirt on he—” my words cut off as he wrapped his mouth around my shaft. The heat of his lips sent my hips bucking off the bed. “Fuck,” I gritted out, thrusting my body into his throat.

The head of my cock pressed against the back of his throat as he bobbed his head along my dick. He made an audible pop sound as he pulled his lips from my crown and smiled. “I want more.”

I nodded, still stuck in a state of bliss. But I wanted more too, and I knew exactly what to take from him. I shoved him onto his stomach and pressed between his legs. Lifting him to his knees, I rubbed the globes of his ass. My hand trailed down his hip and around his side. Fisting his cock in my palm, I jerked his cock.

“You’re mine from this point forward. Do you understand?” I whispered in his ear. The heat of my breath tickling his neck. He grunted in response, his throat whimpering with need. “Say it. I need to hear it.”

“I’m yours, Antonio.” Reaching for my nightstand, I pulled a bottle of lube and a condom from the drawer. Once I had myself sheathed, I poured the clear liquid between his cheeks. His body flinched from the cool sensation as it dripped down his thighs. Pushing a finger into his ass, I leaned forward and kissed along the defined ridges of his back. My cock was aching so badly I wasn’t sure I would last long. My hands gripped his cheeks and pulled them apart. I pressed forward; my bulbous head pushing against his star. He looked over his shoulder, watching with anticipation as I eased my cock into his backside. His moan nearly did me in as I seated myself inside him fully.

“Oh, God.” He moaned, jutting backwards against me. “Fuck, you feel good buried inside me.”

I held my breath, trying to control myself. I wasn’t ready to come yet, but every nerve was “ring on overdrive. Slowly, I shifted, pulling my cock out and slamming it back in. I gripped his hips and pummeled inside him, my balls slap‐ ping against his as I did. Reaching around, I tugged his cock into my hand. His palm laced with mine, jerking himself off as I fucked him. Our rhythm became frantic as we raced toward our climax.

“I can’t hold out much longer, Michael.”

“Me either. Come with me,” he grunted.

I could feel his muscles tensing around my shaft, signaling his orgasm was close. With a last tug of my hand, his cock exploded. I followed close behind, my orgasm ripping through my body. Hot spurts of come coated my hand as I filled the condom with mine. Our heavy breaths filled the room as we collapsed onto the bed.

“Holy shit,” Michael whispered as I pulled out of him.

“Yeah,” I mumbled. The reality of what I had done hit me like a ton of bricks. I just slept with the family attorney—a man. What would Massimo or Vincenzo say? Shame riddled my core as I rolled off the bed. “You should go.” I tugged the condom off and tossed it into the wastebasket as I walked toward my shower.

“What?” Michael leaned up, looking at me with confusion.

“You should leave. This was a mistake.”

Michael hurried off the bed and stood before me. “What are you talking about?”

“I shouldn’t have slept with you. If my brothers find out…” I pressed my lids shut. “Please. Just go. We can’t tell anyone what happened.”

“You’re a coward.” I could hear him shuffling around in the room. “I know you felt something just now. Don’t deny it, Antonio.”

“Please. I can’t.”

“Can’t? Funny… it felt like you did. The big bad man is afraid to admit who he is. That’s a shame.” The sound of the bedroom door opening had me opening my eyes. “When you’re ready to admit how you feel, call me.”

I watched as Michael stormed out of the room. Sliding to the floor, I sat with my knees drawn to my chest.

Why couldn’t I be like my brothers?

Why did I want him so much?

I closed my eyes and drifted back to the picture of Rachel. I couldn’t help but wonder if—no. It wasn’t possible. I shook the thought from my mind and stood. I needed to forget what happened with Michael and focus on bringing Rachel down. Everyone was counting on me to save Riley. Michael would just have to wait.

But when I was ready—I hoped like hell he would still be there.