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With his eyes pointed down at his cell phone, he typed a new message. I studied his profile, noting the strength in his jaw, the hardness of his gorgeous features. He had the perfect bone structure and flawless skin. I wanted to paint him so badly my fingers itched for the chance.
The Salvatores were cold and cruel. But they were also beautiful.
“Did your mom ever paint you?”
He greeted me with more silence.
I was not giving up without a fight. Ideas for paintings raced through my mind, and I needed his cooperation to bring the concept to life.
He seemed okay with sitting still for hours at a time. Maybe with a little convincing, he would let me sketch him. I already had the Many Faces of the Devil series. Lonely Boy could be the first in the Lonely Hearts collection.
Yeah, that could work.
I finished my second slice of toast before strolling over to my handsome captor. “How about we make a deal?”
He glanced up from his phone. “For deals to work, you must have something to offer.”
I inched my shirt up my stomach. “There must be something you want from me.”
A defiant smirk crossed his sexy lips. “I could bind your hands and mouth and leave you to rot in this room.” He grinned like the Joker. “How does that sound, princess?”
I shook my head, disappointed with the sudden change of events. What happened to the man who held me in his arms and whispered I was safe? It didn’t take long for him to disappear.
Shoving my hand through his thick hair, I pulled on the ends, forcing him to look up at me. “You’re a real jerk, Marcello Salvatore.”
A really sexy one.
He pushed my hand away and went back to typing a text message with one hand. “If you want to shower, get moving. You’re not making us late for our appointment.”
When his cell phone rang, he answered in Italian. I’d learned a few words and phrases from spending time with the Salvatores. Still, I wasn’t well versed enough to understand, not when he was speaking so damn fast.
Marcello pointed at the bathroom door as he left the room, issuing a silent warning to get ready.
I locked my bedroom door and head into the bathroom.
Ten minutes alone.
That’s all I need.
The Salvatores were suffocating and intoxicating. For as much as I hated them, I also couldn’t get enough of them.
Desire laced with anxiety flooded my chest as I thought about Damian and Bastian and what they did to me last night. They could use and abuse me, but they would never own my heart. I would never fully be theirs, no matter how much my grandfather owed them.
I stripped out of my clothes and stepped into the glass tiled shower, closing my eyes as the water washed over me. The rainfall shower head was the perfect amount of pressure. Slowly, the tension ebbed from my muscles, working its way out of my system.
I took my time washing my hair and cleansing my skin of those dirty boys. Just the thought of them had me all hot and bothered, my clit throbbing with need. How could I feel such attraction to men I hated?
Leaning my back against the tiled wall, I slipped my hand between my thighs and massaged my clit. I closed my eyes and imagined their hands on my legs, prying my thighs apart. Bastian looked so fucking sexy last night as he kissed my sensitive skin.
My mind drifted to dirty thoughts of Damian forcing his fingers into my mouth. And then, those same fingers pushing inside me, filling me up. A moan slipped from my lips.
They felt so good, both of them at the same time. It didn’t take long before my orgasm swept over my body, rocking me to the core. I hated myself for getting off to them, for wanting more.
After I came down from my high, I was ready to start my day. I pushed open the glass door and steam gathered around me, filling the bathroom. The hot water felt so good, like it burned away the dirty memories of Damian and Bastian from my skin.
I grabbed a towel from the hook and wrapped it around me. Even their bath towels felt like silk.
Only the best for the Salvatores.
