Page 15 of His Vicious Desire

I’m shaking my head, no thinking of Gaetano and women and the things he does with them.Because if Sandro knew I was here, he’d kill Gaetano.It wouldn’t matter if I begged him not to or swore nothing happened.

Sandro was happy when I chose to live in the dorms.His promise of helping me find an apartment when I graduated was often repeated.Sandro wasn’t mean about it, yet it was clear he was relieved I was living away from him as a way of keeping me from his world.

My head comes up as I realize he’s speaking Italian.

“You’re not supposed to know Italian.”Gaetano is above me, his arms crossed across his broad chest.

I don’t bother lying.“How could you tell?”

“It was a guess with how interested you looked.You confirmed it by not lying.Your mother told Sandro she didn’t want you taught the language.”

Whatever, lying wouldn’t help with him anyway.“I learned after figuring out Sandro spoke the language to keep me from knowing what was going on.Once Marissa wasn’t my nanny anymore, since I was home alone all the time, it was pretty easy to learn on my own.I could immerse myself in the language with television, music, and hanging out online with people around the world who were native speakers.”

An eyebrow goes up.“Hm, now that I might tell Sandro.”

“No, you won’t.Because then you’ll have to explain how you know.”I don’t hesitate to bluff.

He shakes his head.“I’ll think about it.Come on,” a large hand gestures to follow him into the kitchen.“Let’s go get your stuff.”

I’m confused.“My stuff?”

“Yeah, clothes and whatever you think you’ll need for a week or maybe two.”

“Two weeks?”Oh my god, that was so loud.

The damn eyebrow goes up again.“I’m not looking forward to it any more than you, princess.We can end this now.I’ll call Sandro, and he can come get you.Or you stay, get clean, and appreciate the choice I’m giving you.It’s your decision.”

I really hate him.Pushing up off the recliner, I stand and grab my purse from where it fell on the floor when I first came in.“Fine.”

He leads the way through the large kitchen to a door that opens to a garage.The garage is large and holds two vehicles.Both are black Mercedes, one a four-door sedan and the other a large, hulking SUV.

I’m not sure why I’m surprised when he holds open the door to the sedan for me to get into the front seat beside him.I get close to him, so close the scent of him fills my lungs.Instantly, I’m reminded of being in his arms.It’s embarrassing the way my knees nearly give out from under me as I get in the car.

I have my seatbelt on when he gets in beside me.When he turns the car on, music comes blaring from the speakers.It’s a guitar-heavy rock song I’ve never heard before.

He doesn’t turn the music down, so I get the message clearly and pull my phone out to block him out.Not a word is spoken until he’s a few blocks from campus.

A press of a button on the steering wheel lowers the music.“Where am I going?”

I direct him to my dorm.He parks right in front of the building in a handicap spot.

“You can’t park here.”

“Hurry your ass up so I don’t get a ticket.”Is his only reply.

God, I hate him.Embarrassed and worried someone would see me, I nearly run inside.In my dorm room I find it’s empty of my roommate that Sandro picked out for me.She spent almost all her time in the library, and I didn’t mind at all.While she was nice and we got along, I always felt like she was watching me and judging me when she was here.

Crap, crap, crap.I don’t have a bag big enough for everything I want to take.Emptying out my usual backpack and the one I bought originally and ended up not using because it didn’t hold nearly enough, I begin filling them.Stressed and fumbling, I grab a handful from my underwear drawer without really looking at what I’m grabbing.Then I’m in my closet.

My phone goes off with a text, it’s from Gaetano telling me to move my ass.I really,reallyhate him.

Outside, I find him sitting on the hood of the car.When he sees me, he stands and opens the door for me again.

“You’re a huge asshole.”I hiss at him as he takes my backpacks from me.

“I’m well aware.”He smiles at me as he closes the door on me.

Seriously, hating him is too fucking easy.We’re a few miles from his house when he finally says something.

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