Page 71 of Wretched Choices

The place I grew up in. The beach I used to come to as a kid.

It takes me a few moments to come out of the daze of my climax. I turn in his arms, and my eyes widen as I catch a glimpse of three men looking at us.

Before I can express my shock, Salvatore possessively claims my mouth, and all I can think is that he did this on purpose. He just claimed me in front of those men.

His lips leave mine with a smirk. He pulls a towel over my upper body before pulling away from me. He stands, his erection making a tent in his swimmers, showing it proudly to the public. His mischievous look is directed at the men as he licks the fingers that were just moments ago inside me.

My eyes search my surroundings. “We’re in public. There could be kids here.”

His smirk disappears, replaced with menace. “Other than those pricks who were ogling you, there is no one on the beach.” I relax a little until he and his erection that he tucked under his waistband walk toward the men. My brain screams.

I watch as I expect Salvatore to spill their blood. He doesn’t, though. I don’t know what he says to them before they get up and, without looking at him or me, run from the beach.

I lay back and let the sun kiss my face, wondering what the hell just happened. And why do I feel a strange feeling of being satisfied by his possessiveness?

I leave the towel covering my upper body, not in the mood to let Salvatore threaten anyone else.

When his shadow covers me, I keep my eyes closed as I speak.

“What did you say to them?”

He chuckles. “I asked them if they enjoyed the show.”

I open one eye and look at him questioningly. “Just that?”

“I also asked them if they wanted that to be the last thing they see in their lives. When they looked confused, I told them if they want to keep breathing to get lost. Courtesy of me being in a good mood today.” I open my other eye and rise on my forearms, getting up slightly. The towel slips from my body.

“You serious?”

He tsks before picking up the towel and covering me again.

“We should get going. I don’t mind if you stay topless, but not here. You can do that on the yacht.”

I stand, letting the towel he covered me with fall and bite my lip. His eyes go black.

Bingo.

I saw that look in his eyes a few times before, only I wasn’t the cause. I make that look disappear. But I want his true colors, everything he is hiding behind those eyes. I don’t want him to stay away when he is like this; I want him to come to me.

I wanted to know how to turn the switch on, and now I do. I want his truths, lies, and fears. Everything he is hiding that he doesn’t want to tell me. Everything that I will find out about him without him telling me a word. Because he never will.

What are you afraid of, Salvatore?I don’t say it, but that’s what I think when he pulls my dress over my head and dresses me.

No words are said. There is no need because the look in his eyes is enough.

I just need to let him unleash the monster and let him know I can take all of it.

twenty-nine

Salvatore

I watch Isabella and her friend Cecilia from the monitor in my office. They are drinking and talking over the loud music of the club. When she said she needed a girls’ night out, this was the last place I thought she would come to.

I wasn’t even here. After Bastian called me, I left my meeting and drove straight over.

They are in the VIP area, and according to Bastian, they haven’t moved from their table.

“Are you going to keep looking at that screen all night?” Gabriel interrupts my screen ogling.

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