Page 34 of Kissing the Villain

Marcello closed the doors and pulled the drapes over the windows. He loosened his tie as he approached the bed, tugging on the silky blue fabric. Was it sick that I wanted to watch this delicious man strip? I guess I liked alpha assholes a little too much, which made the Salvatore brothers my biggest weakness.

I dropped to the floor and opened my suitcase, tossing aside art supplies to search for pajamas. “This house has enough beds. You don’t need to sleep in mine.”

“I haven’t slept in over thirty hours. I’m not in the mood to argue over something that doesn’t matter.”

“Whatever,” I huffed.

Marcello removed his dress shoes as I dug through my clothes, organizing the black wingtips at the foot of the bed. He stripped off his tie and laid it on the bench.

He was meticulous, perfect, like his older brother in almost every way. I couldn’t help but laugh as Marcello shrugged off his suit jacket and draped it over the desk chair.

Control-freak.

He noticed me looking, so I snapped my attention back to my clothes. Of course, I forgot my pajamas.

I kicked off my ballet flats and pulled my leggings down my thighs.

“What are you doing?”

Marcello’s tone was cold and frightening.

“I’m getting changed.”

He pointed his finger at my leggings. “Keep those on.”

I shoved the leggings down to my ankles. “How about no, drill sergeant?”

Marcello fumbled with the zipper of his pants, and his jaw set hard as his cold, blue irises found mine. “You want to see how hard I push my men? You wouldn’t last five minutes under the command of a real drill sergeant.”

Marcello handled security for Salvatore Global. And now, I was thinking about him in a uniform and almost drooled on myself. I would drop and give him twenty any day.

“So this is your nice side?” I tossed my hair back and chuckled. “How sweet of you to show it to me. I’m honored.”

“You’re lucky I’m tired, woman.”

He laid his pants on the chair back, standing a few feet away from me in all of his glory. His legs were long and toned,and beneath his boxer briefs was a serious bulge.Fuck me. The Salvatore brothers had more than good looks in common.

I pointed my finger at his shirt. “Are you sleeping in that?”

Marcello dimmed the lights, still wearing his white Oxford. “Worry about yourself.”

I lifted my tank top over my head, and he shook his head, annoyed with my defiance. Though, I didn’t miss him checking me out. Stripped down to my underwear, he stared at me like he wanted to tackle me to the floor and fuck me senseless. I was hoping he would. I was in for one wild ride if he was anything like Luca in bed.

“I forgot to pack pajamas,” I told him with a flippant attitude. “Guess I’m sleeping naked. Hope you don’t mind, drill sergeant.”

Marcello stormed across the room, and I laughed at the serious expression on his face. The smile slipped from my lips when he lifted me into his muscular arms. They were thick and firm like a professional athlete, with so much muscle I needed two hands to grip his bicep.

He threw me over his shoulder like a laundry sack. I smacked his muscled back, yelling for him to release me. Marcello lowered me to the mattress and pulled the covers to my chin.

“Don’t move.”

He searched my bags and then strolled toward me, unbuttoning his dress shirt. My heart slammed into my chest as his cold, calculating eyes landed on me. I felt like I was having hot flashes as he approached the bed.

Holy mother of orgasms.

He dropped his shirt on top of the sheets. “Put this on.”

I did as he instructed, breathing so fucking hard my lungs were about to explode. He could see his effect on me and enjoyed every second. His perfect lips curved up into a sexy grin that nearly demolished my heart. Cruel and beautiful, the Salvatore brothers were the most tempting men I’d ever met.

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