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“I’ve done it all several times, but it doesn’t mean I want you to.”
“Why not?”
I surprise her by swinging her back hard against the wall and grip her face in my hand, hissing, “Because I may have to share you with my brothers, but that’s as faras it goes. Inside that room anything goes, and if I tried to stop it, I would be in breach of the rules. You are mine all the time it’s me gripping your hand and I’m liable to waste anyone who even contemplates approaching you, so in answer to your question, angel, you are best advised not to even look at another man, or woman, if you don’t want their brutal death on your conscience.”
“Fuck!” Her low hiss causes me to relax my grip, and she smiles. “Why does that turn me on, Giorgio?”
I press against her and whisper, “Do you want me to fuck you against this wall for anyone passing to see?”
She bites down on her bottom lip and lust darkens her gaze as she whispers, “If it didn’t hurt like hell inside me right now, I would probably take you up on your offer.”
“There are other holes to fill, little lady.”
I savage her with my expression alone, and she moans. “I love it when you talk dirty to me.”
The door opens, and a couple spill out into the hallway. The woman, obviously more plastic than human flesh, clutches the hand of a man old enough to be her grandfather, whose eyes light up when they fall on Taylor.
“I don’t suppose–” He begins by saying and I hiss, “Beat it, granddad, before I shove your walking stick up your ass.”
The girl with him gasps as he turns bright red and makes to argue, but as I turn, he pales whiter than snow and says quickly, “Come on, Ariadne, let’s get this party started in the club.”
They head off, and Taylor giggles. “That poor girl.”
“Poor girl?” I roll my eyes. “He is paying for her to be immortalized as Barbie, and even when she’s seventy years old, she’ll still look the same. She’s on a trip and loving life right now, and if the price is sucking his withered old cock, she will do it all the time planning her next surgical procedure.”
I return my attention to where we were heading.
“So, angel. How about you turn around, face the wall and I’ll lift this sexy skirt of yours and take you from behind?”
“Down, boy.” She claps her hand to my face and stares into my eyes. “I’m hungry, remember, and not for sex. I’ve had my fill of that for now, but later tonight, I like the sound of that.”
My eyes are blinded with lust, and as I release her, I nod toward the restaurant. “Then let’s eat.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Taylor
Iloved my time with Matteo. I still do but it’s a different energy entirely with Giorgio. Matteo is safe, sexy and secure. He treats me like his queen and gives me something I’ve never had before – security, protection, emotion.
Giorgio gives me thrills, danger and excitement. Unpredictability and surprise. He is dangerous, edgy and irresistible and I truly believe I am the luckiest girl in the world right now.
We eat overlooking the strip and Giorgio wasn’t kidding. This is the best view of the city of dreams. I believed it meant nightmares for me but I’m fast learning that nightmares are really dreams that went wrong somewhere along the way.
Will this experience be another one of them? I’ve yet to find the catch in all of this and as we eat steak and fries, washed down with an expensive bottle of red wine, I finally start to relax. For some reason this feels morelike home to me after one week than mine ever did in all the years I was living there.
Theyfeel like home. The Caruso brothers. Even Tommaso, the surly, slightly scary brother who appears to be losing the will to live. Something is hurting him inside and it doesn’t appear that anyone will enlighten me anytime soon. They are guarding a dark secret and I must tread carefully because if I finally unlock the door to it, it may slam shut with me firmly inside with no way to get out.
“Tell me about your childhood?”
I’m sure this must be a normal question to ask and Giorgio shrugs.
“We grew up in New York, the Bronx. My father was the descendent of an Italian crime family who moved from Sicily to the US several generations ago. They soon found the streets of New York were littered with opportunities and rose to become one of the most feared mafia families in the state.”
“What happened to change that?”
“Nothing.” He shrugs. “My cousins happily run the family business. When our parents were unfortunately blown up while vacationing on their motorboat, we decided to cash in our chips, and invest in The Artemis instead.”
“I’m sorry.” I gaze at him with horror, everything making perfect sense now and I don’t miss the flex of his jaw or his tightening grip on the wine as he downs it in one.
