“Damian, stop calling me that.”
He dragged his teeth across his bottom lip, staringthroughme. “You want to know how it feels to get fucked?”
“I don’t want to get fucked.”
I wanted him, even though I knew he was wrong for me on so many levels. Damian was the last person I should have desired, and yet my body hummed whenever he was around.
He fisted his cock and rubbed the tip between my wet folds. “Yes, you do.”
My eyes slammed shut from the amazing feeling. “Oh, my God.” After the initial shock wore off, I opened my eyes and looked at him. “Damian, no. Not like this. Bastian will kill you.”
He stopped rubbing my slit and stepped backward. I knew that would snap him out of his head, bring him back from whatever dark place he’d just gone.
His cold, green irises seared through me like a hot poker, igniting a fire beneath my skin. He pointed a finger at the door, jaw set hard, like he was trying to keep his shit together. “Get out.”
I slid off the counter, leaving the towel behind, thankful to escape his clutches. Damian was dangerous. Not to be trusted. I had to keep reminding myself of that every time I let him touch me.
“I better not catch you wearing that slutty underwear,” he threatened.
I spun around, my bare skin on display for this delicious predator. “Then what should I wear?”
“Check your closet,” he said before he pushed me out the door and slammed it in my face.
Ten minutes to eight, I still had a towel wrapped around me. I was running behind schedule. At least I’d dried and styled my curls into a more manageable look. My curls never seemed to stay put. They were natural and easily knotted, especially with how long my hair had gotten over the past year.
Curls flowed halfway down my back, stopping right beneath my first rib. Aiden kept his hair short because of all the kinks. I should have done the same. The last time my hair was this long, Luca fisted it and pushed me to my knees in front of everyone in the school cafeteria.
I didn’t miss him… or this fucking town. Just being back in Devil’s Creek stirred up all the bad memories I’d spent years trying to forget.
A bang sounded throughout the room, the sudden noise ripping a scream from my throat. Was that a gunshot? The towel fell to the floor at my feet, and when I spun around, my bedroom door was open.
Marcello stood in the doorway. He ran a hand across his jaw, studying my naked body as if he were committing every detail to memory.
I covered my lady parts with my hands, though it did little to conceal my nakedness. “Get out, Marcello.”
He moved across the room and sank into the armchair next to the window, ogling my body with a vacant expression on his face. I could never tell what he was thinking. Unlike his older brother, I couldn’t read his emotions.
Luca was usually angry about something. His rage bubbled up inside him, ready to spill over at any moment. The other two were still a bit of a mystery, but still much easier to read than Marcello.
He was my sad, lonely boy.
Except he was a man now.
Tall and handsome, Marcello had grown into an irresistible billionaire I definitely wanted to know more about. I’d come to terms with the arrangement over the years. It wasn’t worth fighting against the current. One day, I would marry a Salvatore. There was nothing I could do about it.
Cheeks flushed, I stood naked in front of Marcello. I’d never been with a man, never even kissed one that didn’t bear the last name Salvatore. Years ago, Luca and Bastian had both laid claim on my virginity. Marcello and Damian never seemed all that interested. Maybe they just didn’t care about being my first.
Desperate for privacy, I entered the walk-in closet. It reminded me of the one Mr. Big built for Carrie inSex and the City. Shelves, drawers, and shoe racks rounded out the space. Dozens of dresses and skirts hung from silky hangers.
I had shirts of every style and color, designer jeans and shorts that cost more than most people’s yearly salary. Sandals, boots, and heels of varying styles and heights sat on display shelves next to a long mirror. I had everything from lacy underwear to thongs and boy shorts, thanks to my kidnappers.
Not like I needed their charity.
I flipped through the hangers, searching for something modest to wear. Most of the clothes were too short, too revealing. I wondered if the fabric would even cover my ass and tits. When I moved to Devil’s Creek, I was skinny and malnourished from living with my parents. But after Pops started feeding me gourmet meals and gave me anything I wanted, I finally grew into my body.
Luca liked women with a lot of curves. That was something he’d made perfectly clear back in high school. And now that I had them, his eyes rarely left my body. I looked like the woman he desired. Yet, he still hadn’t touched me.
Marcello’s fingers dug into my shoulders, snapping me out of my thoughts about his brother. His hands slid down my body, his rough touch possessive and carnal, like he wanted to claim me for himself.