Free Brando by Marita A. Hansen Page B

perplexed by the younger girl’s attention.
    He moved Mira’s hand off his lap. “I’d still prefer if you’d treat me as an uncle.”
    The girl’s shoulders slumped, the sting of rejection probably new for the gorgeous young thing. “But, you don’t look like the others.”
    Brando’s jaw tightened. “I’m still their brother.”
    “Not my father’s.” Mira leaned into him, placing her head on his shoulder. “Which means you’re not my blood.” She placed a hand on his lap again.
    Brando let out a sigh. “If you’re hitting on me, Mira, stop it. I’m too old for you.”
    She jerked her head off his shoulder. “No, you’re not.”
    “I am, and, bambina , you do not want a man like me.”
    “Yes I do, and I’m not a baby, I’ll be nineteen next week.”
    A slight smile pulled at his lips, for once not making him look so cruel. “You’re persistent, aren’t you?”
    “My father used to say that if you see someone you want, you don’t stop until you get them.”
    Brando looked across Mira at Ivy, his eyes telling her he wanted her. “That doesn’t always work,” he said, moving his gaze back to Mira.
    “Of course it does. No one has ever said no to me, and I can’t imagine anyone saying no to you. You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. No one would turn you down.”
    “Ivy has.”
    Mira’s eyes shot to Ivy, her expression surprised. “I didn’t know you’re a lesbian.”
    Brando burst out laughing, making Ivy glare at him. “I’m not a lesbian,” she snapped.
    Mira frowned. “But, if he wants you, why would you turn him down? God knows I wouldn’t.”
    “Because he’s an asshole who treats women badly.”
    “He’s nice to me.”
    “Probably because he sees you as a niece.”
    Mira scowled at her, looking like she’d been insulted. “I’m not his niece.” She turned back to Brando. “And you shouldn’t treat me like one or call me a bambina . I’m a woman.”
    “And a very beautiful one,” he replied.
    Her scowl dropped, a smile instantly replacing it. She placed her hand on his lap yet again, the girl persistent. A man started calling out her name, making her whip her hand off Brando. “I’ve got to go,” she said, pushing up. “That’s my pap à . If you want me, I’ll be in my room.” She blew Brando a kiss, then ran off, disappearing around the twins’ studio.
    “She has a lot of confidence,” Brando said. “An admirable quality, just misplaced.”
    “Definitely misplaced.”
    He focused on her. “Only because I’m her uncle.”
    “Keep reminding her of that.”
    He smiled. “Is that a note of ownership I hear?”
    “No, she can have you.”
    He slid closer. “But I’m not interested in her.” He flicked his tongue out, licking her ear.
    She jerked her head to the side. “Don’t!”
    “Why?” He placed a hand on her lap, running his fingers over her pussy.
    She pushed his hand off and shifted over. “I saw you fuck that woman.”
    “For your viewing pleasure.”
    “It wasn’t pleasurable!”
    He laughed. “It was for me.”
    “You’re a prick.”
    “One that makes your pussy ache.”
    “No you don’t, and you’re vile.”
    His smile widened. “So true, but you still want me.” He placed a hand on his crotch. “As I want you.”
    “You said you would be nice to me if I gave you a kiss.”
    “I’m a liar, you should know that by now, and you touched my ass while I kissed you. So, let’s drop this game and go to my room.”
    “You were the one that stopped things earlier, not me.”
    “I was teaching you a lesson, because you wouldn’t admit to wanting me.”
    “Lesson learned: you’re a conceited jerk, so go away.”
    “If you don’t want to be around me, you can easily leave.”
    “I was here first.”
    “Not true, I’ve lived here all my life.”
    “You know what I mean.”
    “Again, you’re still here, so you must desire my company.” He moved closer, bumping his hip against hers.
    She shifted over