“Bastian,” I whimpered, rocking my hips into his hand, greedy for release. “You’re such an asshole.”
His wicked laughter filled the car. “Time to come, baby.”
As we neared the bottom of the hill, a wave of heat rolled down my arms. My orgasm shook through me hard and fast as I dug my nails into his forearm and screamed his name.
“On command,” he said with an evil glint to his gray irises. “Luca was wrong about you.”
His quick thrusts drove me to the finish line with just enough time. Bastian sucked my cum from his fingers, then placed his hand back on the shifter and switched gears.
I tugged my dress over my thighs and sighed. “What are you talking about?”
“Luca said we couldn’t train you. He was wrong.”
“I’m not a dog,” I snapped. “You can’t train me to come.”
He tapped his fingers on the shifter and smirked. The bastard didn’t even bother to respond because he was right.
“Where are you taking me?”
He pointed his finger. “To the marina.”
I looked out the window at the yachts floating in the bay. Despite its name, Devil’s Creek was picturesque, like something out of a book. A cool breeze floated through the open window, blowing my hair as we drove toward our destination.
He parked in the front space that saidReserved for the Salvatores. Of course, they had their own spot. I was actually surprised there wasn’t one for each of the miserable assholes.
“Over there.” Bastian pointed at the building to my right. “That’s the Devil’s Creek Belles clubhouse. Your grandmother is the president. One day, you will take over for her.”
I snickered. “I hate Blair. My grandmonster can keep her crown. I don’t want the job.”
“We don’t get to choose our fate, Cherry. Men like me marry women from powerful families to secure our legacy. We all have roles to play.”
“You don’t need me the way Luca and Marcello do.”
“No, but I want you.” He turned in his seat, studying my face with care. “I’d be a fool not to want a woman as smart, talented, and beautiful as you for my wife.”
My heart fluttered at his confession.
Be still heart.
“Does Arlo expect you to marry someone you don’t love?”
He rested his hand on the center console as his eyes held mine. “For someone who pretends to hate me, you’re awfully concerned with my heart.”
“I only wanted to know about your scar.”
He smirked. “Just admit you’re curious about me.”
I blew off his comment by changing the subject. “You don’t need Arlo anymore. How come you’re still here?”
He shook his head. “That’s where you’re wrong. I owe everything to him. I have no intention of ever leaving Devil’s Creek. This is my home. The Salvatores are my family.”
“Your parents left you an airline and billions of dollars. It’s not like you need Arlo.”
“He promised us the one thing we don’t know how to get on our own.” I raised an eyebrow, and he continued, “Revenge for our parents’ deaths.”
I gasped at his confession. “He knows who killed them?”
Bastian bobbed his head. “The man who attacked you worked for the Volkovs and they’re connected to The Lucaya Group.”