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I guided her to the chair and moved between her spread thighs. She arched her back, lifting her hips.
“I feel like a queen with you.” She shoved her fingers through my hair and tugged at the ends. “You always make me feel special, Marcello.”
I devoured her like a starving animal, and her eyes slammed shut when I flicked my tongue over her clit. She screamed my name, pulling on my hair. And with each second she got closer to release, she yanked harder.
My tongue went deeper and deeper, tasting every inch of her. She writhed beneath me, whispering my name on repeat. Her legs shook, and her orgasm spilled out of her, coming so hard she struggled to catch her breath.
Alex draped her right leg over my shoulder. “I’d like you to fuck me now.”
I laughed. “Oh, would you?”
She licked her lips. “Yes. And then we can finish painting.”
Before I entered the studio, I was depressed and struggling with flashbacks from the cave. With my wife, I felt like I could do anything, be anyone.
Alex saw the real me.
ChapterEighteen
MARCELLO
On the outside, Drake looked the same, but losing Tate changed him. We sat side by side in the Battle Cave hidden beneath the main house. Drake had dozens of computers and monitors spread throughout the room. More gadgets than I could count.
“If you miss this line”—Drake pointed at the screen—“you’ll get an error.”
“So make sure I don’t miss it.” I smirked. “Got it, Battle.”
“You’re a fast learner.” He sat back in the gaming chair and turned to face me. “Even Cole hasn’t picked up some of this stuff, and he’s an engineer.”
“I’m proof you don’t need college to do cool shit.”
He laughed. “I’m hungry. Stay for lunch.”
“Sure.” I shrugged. “I can eat.”
Alex expected me home soon, but I could spare another thirty minutes for one of my oldest friends. Without Tate, he only had Olivia. And even though she still worked for him, they weren’t on the best terms. She only spoke when he addressed her directly.
We took the elevator from the secret lab in Drake’s basement to the ground floor. This place was like something out of a comic book. Screens and motion sensors were everywhere. Lovelace could hear you anywhere in the house and respond if you spoke. She was more intelligent than any person and could extract information within seconds.
Cameras followed us as we walked down a long marble hallway and into the kitchen. Drake had doubled his security team and still hadn’t returned to Battle Industries. Cole was holding down the fort at headquarters while Drake recovered.
He had dark bruises on his face that were starting to turn yellow. His eyes had rings around them, but at least he could open them now. Drake was in bad shape after we got home. I was happy to see him returning to his old self.
When we entered the kitchen, Olivia angled her body to look at us, a scowl plastered on her face.
“Liv,” Drake said as he inched toward her, like a kitten taking slow, tentative steps toward a lion. “It’s lunchtime. You should eat with us.”
She shook her head. “No, I’m not hungry.”
He moved beside her and clutched her shoulder. “You keep saying that. But you must be hungry.”
Olivia shoved his hand away and stepped out of his reach. “I feel sick to my stomach. And I don’t want to eat.” With her head down, she sniffed back tears. “Go wait in the dining room. I’ll coordinate with the chef.”
For the next few months, Olivia was still his assistant. She did everything from wake-up calls to making travel arrangements. Anything Drake needed, she handled.
The situation was no longer healthy for either of them. They used to joke and tease each other. Now, they could barely stand to be in the same room.
We sat in the dining room in silence for several minutes before Drake spoke.
