A smile graced my lips.
I liked the idea of Bastian being my protector, my white knight. Overnight, I went from someone he treated like trash to someone he cared about. Well, I wasn’t so sure he gave a damn about me. But what we had felt like something, even if I couldn’t put my finger on what was transpiring between us.
I once thought he was a monster. But lately, he was becoming my greatest sin. This side of Bastian seemed out of character, like he was showing me all the possibilities of what I could have with him.
After I inspected my appearance, Bastian led me downstairs. Much like its occupants, the Salvatore Estate was cold and haunting. From the outside, it looked like a seaside palace, but on the inside, it was about as warm and inviting as Dracula’s castle.
Damian descended the staircase at the front of the house as we neared the entrance doors. My heart nearly stopped as his shoes hit the marble floor. Tall and gorgeous, I salivated as he ran a hand through his jet black hair. He was beautiful. But like hemlock or wolf’s-bane, he was also deadly.
“Bash,” Damian said with a dejected look on his face. “Can we talk?”
Bastian shook his head. “Not now.”
“It’s okay,” I told him. “Go ahead. I can wait outside.”
My handsome protector stiffened beside me, clutching my hip with possession.
Damian’s eyes dropped to his brother’s hand on my waist, then his eyes met mine. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, Alex. I’m sorry.”
Alex?
Not Pet?
Pressing my lips together, I stared up at him, wanting so badly to repair his relationship with Bastian. I shouldn’t have given a damn, but I didn’t want to cause a rift between them. Isolating Damian from Bastian would only backfire on me.
He killed a man for me. So I nodded to acknowledge his apology, even though I wasn’t ready to forgive him.
“Don’t wait up for us.” Bastian patted Damian on the shoulder, grinning. “We can talk in the morning.”
I didn’t look back as we left the house, though I could feel his intense green eyes on my back. We hopped into Bastian’s Porsche parked in front of a garage that housed a fleet of luxury cars. The Salvatores had everything at their disposal, and yet they had nothing but problems.
Bastian drove off the estate, blowing through the front gates like we were on a freeway. He raced down Founders Way and took a hard right turn.
“Can you slow down?” I asked him on our way down the steep hill.
He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel and glanced over at me. “Are you scared, Cherry?”
I glanced out the window, too aware of how fast we were going through a residential neighborhood. When I didn’t answer Bastian, he shifted gears, and then moved his hand to my inner thigh. I snapped my attention back to him, but his eyes were on the road.
Jaw set hard, his chest rose and fell as his fingers inched closer to my core. “Do you want me to stop?”
I clutched the door handle, heart racing. His hand slipped beneath my dress, and I pressed my lips together. Then his fingers traced the seam of my panties.
“Bash,” I choked out. “You should slow down.”
“It’s the thrill you love.” His long finger slid down my wet slit, and I closed my eyes, breathing through my nose. “Am I right, Cherry? That’s why you never fight me. You want this.”
“No,” I lied.
“Yes, you do.” He teased my folds, stroking them with care, his pace never faltering. “You want Damian, too. Don’t you? You want all of us.”
With that, my eyes snapped open. I turned my head to the side to meet his gaze. My gorgeous captor grinned with satisfaction, pumping his finger into me, working my inner walls.
“Admit it,” he growled. “You hate us. But you want us. I saw the look on your face when we ran into Damian. Even after he choked you, there’s still a part of you that desires him.”
“I want you more,” I moaned as he added another finger.
With one hand on the wheel, he fucked me with his fingers. “Hurry, Cherry. If you don’t come before I have to shift gears, you’re not coming at all.”