Taste of Betrayal

DARIO

I moved quietly, too quietly for a man coming home to his wife. Maybe deep down, I already knew what I was going to see...

And then I saw them.

My brother. My own blood. And my wife, tangled in sheets that weren’t meant for betrayal. Her hair spilled over the pillows, her body arching in ways I had never touched, never allowed myself to touch. And Carmine....shameless, his hands all over her