Page 71 of His Vicious Desire

Gaetano,

I say every swear word I've ever heard in my entire life as I change out of the suit that has… Jesus.My come and hers have made a big ass mess on my pants.Thank fuck I didn’t run into anyone on my way back here.

What the fuck am I doing?I knew this would happen.I fucking knew this would happen, and still I went up to her room.I’m a fucking idiot.

Bianca has been doing an excellent job of hiding.There was almost no time I could catch her leaving the hotel or coming back from anywhere she went.She moved fast.The brat was hiding from me, forcing me to see her in the penthouse—exactly what I had tried to avoid.

This woman.She’s driving me to madness, and I think she’s enjoying it.Bianca isn’t backing down.She’s fighting for this, and I can only admire her.There’s no tucking her tail and running away.Fuck, that’s sexy.She was kicking down doors and demanding what she deserved—everything, all of me.

Thank god she's on birth control.One less problem to deal with, because the way this is going, I'd get her pregnant from how often I want to be inside her.

Damn it.Bobby texts me, he's waiting for me to drive to meet Sandro at the airport.We prefer to use smaller commuter airports, rather than flying out of the international one.

I’m waiting on the tarmac when Sandro’s plane touches down, right on time.Sandro is in an odd mood.As I tell him about the situations we’re dealing with, he seems far away.For a brief moment, fear kicked me in the chest.I wondered if somehow he knew what happened between me and Bianca.But thankfully, the day passes without Sandro once saying a word or even hinting he knew, which means something else has got him tied up in knots.I’m guessing it’s his pretty little fiancée.

As the day ends, he mentions the hotel suite I’m in at the hotel on the strip.

“Would you mind staying at the hotel?At least for the next week or two.Until everything is more stable, I need to have you close.You at home, is too long of a drive, even if you’re in the hotel in old Vegas.That is going to be your place to run.But for the next week or so, I need you to focus on making sure that we look as stable as possible, and reassure everyone that nothing is going to change from how Luca ran this city.It’s only a different phase.”

“Yeah, sure, no problem.”No problem that Bianca is going to be so close, and I’m not going to touch her.Bullshit.Like she called it.I’m not strong enough to keep my hands off her.

Walking into the suite I’m staying in, it feels different than when I left it this morning.Son of a bitch.I find Bianca in my bed reading a book with a pink cover.

I inhale deeply, then slowly exhale as I count to five.“Bianca?”

“Yes, Gaetano?”Her look of innocence shouldn’t be so fucking cute when I’m mad at her.

“What are you doing here?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?”She’s back in the shirt she wore this afternoon.There is only one button holding the two halves together.I can see her breasts and her, no doubt wet pussy.“I couldn’t find anywhere quiet enough to read.”

“I thought you didn’t read romance?Those stories aren’t what this is.”

She giggles.“Gaetano, it’s called maturing.I also found authors who don’t do the stupid third-act break-up.It’s like they grew to be what I wanted, or maybe they were always there, but hard to find.And this is what we want it to be.”

This woman is going to be the death of me.“Did you forget Sandro is here?”

“He is?”Those eyes are wide with false surprise.

“I told you that this wasn’t going to work.”I’m firm.

“And I told you that you were wrong.Thiscanwork.It will take some time to ease Sandro into it, but he will come around, I know it.I know my brother.”

“You know what he allows you to see.So you know, on average, he kills one, sometimes two people a week?Men, women, if they need to die, he has no problem pulling a trigger or torturing someone to get information before he kills them.Before he left for Chicago, I watched him kill two people who were trying to steal from us.Then I killed two more people for him.”I’m not going to hide what I’ve done either.

Tilting her head to the side, she studies me.“I am.You guys think women can’t see the difference in you when you’ve done something bloody and black—we can.I’m also aware he has given up a life he could have had to raise me.There’s also the fact that he doesn’t like telling me no.While this isn’t a dress or a car I want, this is about me being happy.You make me happy, you idiot.I don’t know why or how or when it began…”

My chest is hot and tight at the smile on her face as she says I make her happy.

“That’s a lie, it was definitely when you helped me get clean.”

“I did what Sandro would have wanted me to do.”I lie.

“Would he have wanted you to buy the body wash I used while I was there and took with me?The same way I buy your cologne and spray it on my pillow when I needed to feel close to you, you did the same.Didn’t you?”

Fucking hell, I close my eyes against her own knowing gaze.I can’t believe I forgot to hide it.All I was focused on was hiding her pictures from the house when I woke up.Relieved she hadn’t seen them because she was so distraught.

Two nimble fingers are all that’s needed to part the thin silk covering her gorgeous body, which is on display for me.Fuck.She’s so beautiful.

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