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“I’m not going anywhere, baby.” He dipped his head down and kissed my lips. “You’re everything I have ever wanted. A queen. A woman who uses her trauma and turns it into a strength.” His fingers continued their slow exploration down the length of my right side. “I would be a fool to walk away from you. All of us would be.”
“I understand what Luca and Marcello have to gain. But not you and Damian.”
“We want to share you.” His tongue swept into my mouth just long enough to make me crave more. “We want to worship you like a queen.” He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth. “So let us.”
“Promise not to leave me.”
I hated how pathetic my voice sounded, but I was sick of everyone in my life using me for something and then abandoning me.
He nodded, his forehead brushing mine. “I couldn’t walk away if I tried. I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want you, Cherry.” Bastian bit my lip. “You’re mine. Have been from the first second I laid eyes on you.”
“If I agree to marry Luca or Marcello, you’re okay with that? It won’t make you feel differently about us?”
“Doesn’t matter which of us you marry. It’s a piece of paper. You’ll still be a Salvatore.”
He ended the conversation by pinning me to the mattress and ripping off my panties. This time when he thrust his big cock into me, it wasn’t pitch black. I stared into his eyes and saw his love and devotion for me written all over his face. Even if he couldn’t process the word, I knew he loved me. A part of me feared what that love could do to me. Because something as powerful as love also had the power to destroy.
* * *
After Bastian fucked me twice, he washed every inch of my body. Then, he left to handle an urgent issue for work. He didn’t talk about Atlantic Airlines much, but I knew he was a busy man. Damian wasn’t emotionally aware. So that left Bastian to deal with the personal relationships they needed to maintain to ensure the success of their business.
Like his brothers, Bastian never let his other responsibilities interfere with us. None of them let me into that part of their lives. I hoped one day they would share the other sides of themselves with me, because I wanted to know everything about them. Like they knew everything about me.
I walked into the ensuite bathroom that adjoined my room with Damian’s. Brushing my wet hair in the mirror, I studied the bruises Bastian left on my arms. He was rougher than I had expected. But I liked it all the same.
I glanced to my left, surprised to see Damian’s door wide open. It was the first time I’d gotten a good look into his bedroom. The walls were black, the floors a dark gray wood. Even his headboard and sheets were black.
Not much of a shocker there.
He hadn’t left the door unlocked since the morning he lifted me onto the counter and rubbed his hard cock between my folds. That day felt like an eternity ago. It still didn’t feel real that I’d been living with the Salvatores for the past two months.
I poked my head into the entryway and found Damian dressed in a suit, his dark head lowered. He held a picture in his hand as if he were trying to commit it to memory. I didn’t move or even breathe, just observed my hunter in his natural habitat.
“You can come in,” Damian said after the longest moment of silence of my life. “I know you’re watching me, Pet.”
His head lifted just enough that my eyes met his green ones. His skin was so pale and smooth it looked like alabaster. I wanted to paint him so badly. He was the only Salvatore I hadn’t put brush to canvas yet. But I had plans to capture his handsome face and those haunting eyes for the world to see.
I inched toward him, apprehensive because his behavior was out of the ordinary. He never let me into his closed off world. Hell, he couldn’t even spend the night with us.
“What are you looking at?”
He showed me the picture in his hand. A beautiful woman with the same dark hair, smooth, pale skin and wide green eyes stared back at me.
“Is that your mom?”
He nodded. “Today would have been her fiftieth birthday.”
“What was her name?”
His eyes shifted to me. “Sofia.”
I sat on the bed beside him and placed my hand on his knee. “I can see where you get your looks. She was beautiful.”
“And smart,” he said with a rare smile. “My mother was an electrical engineer. One of the best in her field.”
“Wow, that’s a cool job.”
“That’s how she met my dad.” He clutched the picture, his sole focus on his mother as he told me the story. “His original plan wasn’t to start an airline. It was to build an aircraft. He hired her to spot the flaws in his design.” He laughed, then his gaze flicked to me for a moment. “Of course, she figured them out. She was…” Damian looked at me as he thought about his next words. “She was so much better than him. Too good for him.”
