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I squeeze, and after a moment, he squeezes me back. I take a long, luxurious stretch, extending my legs and pointing my toes, dragging the sheet from my naked body.
“Damn, you’ve got great tits.”
My eyes pop open. It’s not Cassius gazing down at me. It’s Lorenzo. I rip my hand from his and yank the sheets back over me.
Lorenzo folds his arms and glares at me. My heart races as I anticipate a wave of venom and hatred from him.
Before I remember that he was faking it. “You’ve really messed with my head, you know that?”
A muscle flexes in his jaw like he’s just clenched his teeth, but he doesn’t say anything.
“I truly believed you hated my guts, and now I don’t know if I’ll ever stop thinking of you as a cruel and vicious person.”
“Probably for the best.”
Is it? When we were alone in his bed together he felt…different. Softer. More vulnerable. I wonder if I’ll ever get to see him like that again, or if it was a one-time thing. I liked Lorenzo in that moment even though he had a gun to my head, which is another argument I’ve had with Nicole. I’ve started thinking of her as the good fairy sitting on my shoulder, and I’m the bad fairy sitting on my own shoulder pointing out that Lorenzo Scava is as hot as sin and a complicated man as well as being dangerous, vicious, and crazy.
“What’s with that look on your face?” he snaps.
“What look on my face?”
“I don’t fucking know. Like your dog’s just been run over.”
I sit up slowly, keeping the sheet wrapped around me. I was remembering how he sounded when he called me princess. When I had him in my mouth and he was stroking his fingers through my hair like I was precious to him.
God, listen to me, romanticizing Lorenzo rather than coming to terms with the fact that I enjoyed having sex with a ruthless killer. “What are you doing here? Where’s Cassius?”
“You like Cassius, don’t you?” Lorenzo asks, a sly glint in his eyes.
“Please get out. I want to get dressed.”
Lorenzo gets to his feet and gives me an ironic bow. “Of course, princess.”
When I’m alone, I get dressed, the sound of that mockingprincessreverberating through my skull.
Out in the lounge, Cassius passes me a coffee, and our fingers brush. His lips are just touched with a smile, and I feel myself melt inside.
“We want to talk to you,” he tells me.
I glance at the others. “I want to talk to all of you, too.”
“Ladies first,” Vinicius says with a smile.
“Fuck that. Us first,” Lorenzo interrupts, and turns to me. “You in or out, princess? Either what Cassius explained to you the other day appeals to you and you’re staying, or it doesn’t and you can fuck off.”
I take a sip of my coffee and give him a sarcastic smile. “Oh, Lorenzo. You do care.”
His jaw tightens. “I want shit to get back to normal. Babysitting someone who doesn’t want to be here is wasting all of our time.”
“Things won’t be normal or easy with Chiara around,” Vinicius points out. “She’s not just someone you can screw. We need to keep her safe from our enemies, which includes the Mayor of Coldlake and everyone he controls.”
“You think I won’t kill anyone who touches her?” Lorenzo says, a dangerous edge to his voice.
Cassius is following the conversation but doesn’t say anything.
“Anything to add?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “I want to hear what you want to talk about first.”
