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LEO
I hurryback through the salon and take the main stairs two at a time, trying to shake off my embarrassment and anger. How did I let myself get so carried away? I don’t want Roxy telling Gino anything, not like…not likethat.
I’m halfway up the staircase when I realize Julian is following me, his footsteps echoing on the marble floor, and when he catches up, he asks breathlessly, “What are we doing now?”
“Shower,” I grunt.
“Oh,” he says. “Delightful.”
“Alone.”
There’s a pout in his tone if not on his lip when he says, “You’re not being much fun, Leo. You just said downstairs that we need to enjoy ourselves while we can.”
I stop dead and grab his arms. “Listen—“
At the end of the hallway, Max Pedretti and another Castellani guard appear.
“Hands,” Pedretti calls.
I look at my hands, bewildered, and remove them from Julian’s arms.
“Okay,” Pedretti calls. But he stands there watching, and Julian gives me an apologetic smile.
“I’m under rather heavy guard while I’m at home. They can be a littleoverprotective sometimes.”
Of course they would be. Especially with the Bernardi Enforcer in the house.
Julian gives me a gentle pat on the arm . “Look,” he says, “I understand if you want some time to think. I’ll leave you alone while you have it.”
It occurs to me only after he’s set me up with a towel and I’m staring at three different kinds of soap he’s put into my bathroom that what he means bytime to thinkis that he wants me to think about hisoffer.
Stay here. Stay here in a cage, a prisoner—in all but name—of my enemy? No fucking thank you.
Still, there are things about Julian’s offer that are tempting, I admit to myself as I scrub down under the rain-head shower. With his brother gone, and only staff or guards around the place, he must be lonely. And this place…it’s not built for one, that’s for sure.
But I’m not his goddamn entertainment.
* * *
I come out of the bathroom naked, because the towel Julian gave me is barely more than a hand towel. But, based on the way he looks me up and down without shame, I think that was his plan. “I need clothes,” I tell him.
He’s lying on the bed, naked, like some kind of demonic temptation.
“You don’t need clothes,” he says. “You needme.”
I want to tell him to fuck off. But only a few seconds later, I’m on top of him, kissing him like I want to devour him whole. His hands roam over my body, grabbing my ass, and I grind down against him.
My own words echo through my head.We should enjoy it while we can.
I must have lost my mind somewhere along the way. Maybe it trickled out when Jacopo cracked me. Because here I am in the heart of the rotten Castellani empire, and all I can think about is how much I want to fuck their golden boy—not even in his own bed.
I wrench my mouth away from his.
“What is it?” Julian pants, his hands still all over me.
“If we’re doing this,” I mutter, “which I think we fucking are, then we’ll go do it inyourbed.”
“Don’t want to dirty your own sheets?” he asks, but his eyes sparkle as he slides out from under me. “Come on, then, Leo. And try not to knock over anything with that truncheon along the way.”
