Page 81 of Savage Ambition

“I told you before, I don’t give a fuck about his rules.” His smile turned smug when I didn’t contradict him. “Wow, I’m impressed. You’re not denying you’re glad I’m here.”

The truth stung. Every time Renato came near, my body betrayed me as hunger overwhelmed whatever instinct for self-preservation I had left. The real problem wasn’t him but the way I responded to his advances. “You need to leave.”

“Relax, I have permission to be here right now. Daddy wants to see you. Ishi couldn’t make it, so she sent me to come get you.” He gestured toward a black stretch limo waiting around the corner. “You should be grateful it’s me and not Natalia.”

Once inside the limo, I settled onto the leather seat. “What does the bastard want now?”

“Apparently, he wants to speak with you,” Renato answered with a shrug. “Ishi didn’t give me any details.”

My stomach twisted. Salvatore’s “talks” usually meant he’d discovered something I’d hoped to keep hidden.

“Who was the hottie you were with?” Renato asked.

“No one you need to concern yourself with.”

Renato hummed. “He’s a pretty little thing, isn’t he? I wouldn’t mind if he paid me a visit.”

“He won’t,” I snarled, possessiveness surging through me with unexpected violence.

“Planning to keep him all to yourself?” His eyes widened with realization. “You are, aren’t you? He comes to Gennaro Corporation?”

“You need to drop it.”

“Come on, you know a threesome between us would be heaven on Earth.”

“It’s not up for discussion.” Though the image of the two men together, both focused on pleasing me, sent blood racing south.

Renato moved to straddle my lap. “I can make an extremely persuasive argument.” When I glared, he laughed and captured my lips in a kiss. “Are you going to tell me this isn’t allowed, or can we make the most of our stolen moment?”

“Do you not understand how dangerous Salvatore is? He could kill you in the blink of an eye. Or worse, make me murder you to prove a point.”

He studied me. “Do you think you have what it takes to kill me, tesoro?”

The term of endearment, which meant “treasure” in Italian, hit me square in the chest. No one else had ever dared to call me by a term of affection since my parents’ untimely murder. “I’ve had enough training, so I’m more than capable of doing it. You wouldn’t be my first victim.”

“I’m confident you can pull the trigger of a gun. But emotionally, could you handle murdering me when you want me so much?”

The answer soured my stomach. “I don’t want to talk about this.” I couldn’t admit Renato had already become one of the few people I’d refuse to eliminate, even under Salvatore’s orders.

“If Daddy Don said you couldn’t be with me anymore, do you really expect me to believe you wouldn’t defy him to be with me?”

“It’s too dangerous.” For both of us.

His smile remained infuriatingly carefree. “You’re worth the risk, tesoro.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Yes, you are.” He cupped my cheek. “Daddy dearest won’t stop me from having you. Not when you’re meant to be mine.”

He silenced my protest with a kiss. I slid my hand into his silken hair, using my grip to pull him closer before common sense broke through the fog of lust. “Damn it, we don’t have time for this, Lorenzo.”

He smirked. “I told the driver to take the long way back.”

My heart sank. All it took was a single report to Salvatore for my time with Renato to be over. “Shit, who’s the driver?”

“Massimo. Real sweet guy.”

I exhaled a shaky breath. “If it was anyone but Massimo, Salvatore would punish us both.” Massimo was one of the Gennaro soldato enforcers who’d inexplicably protected me from Salvatore’s wrath before. “If you want me as much as you claim, why put us both in danger?”