“Can I watch?”
He dropped his phone onto the table and tapped the space between us with his palm. “No more questions. I need to concentrate.”
As expected, Bastian was much nicer than Damian. He seemed like he could care about a woman, though I seriously doubted he ever would. His heart was so guarded I would need the jaws of life to make him open up to me.
I curled up beside him, using my elbow to support my weight. Entranced by how his mind worked, I stared in awe at the music he created without even sitting in front of a piano. Periodically, he hummed a tune, as if he were rehearsing the chords aloud to see if they worked together. It felt like hours had passed before he set the notebook on the bed and leaned back against the headboard.
“Can I hear the song?”
He drew a breath from between his teeth, his eyes on the ceiling. “Not yet.”
“Does it have a name?”
Bastian turned onto his side and swiped a strand of hair behind my ear. “You ask a lot of questions for a girl who’s being held captive against her will. Questions in this house will get you killed.”
I gasped. “Don’t threaten me.”
“I’m not.” He dipped his head down, our mouths so close I could feel the heat from his breath. “But you need to learn your place. You’re not a Salvatore yet.”
“You’re so heartless.”
“Heartless, yes.” He laughed at the insult. “I never claimed to have a heart, Cherry. But you seem awfully interested in mine.”
“I only asked about the scar.”
He rested an elbow on a pillow, his gray irises fixed on me. “Of all the scars on my chest, you asked about that one. Why?”
“Because it looks like an X over your heart.”
“And you think it means something?” Bastian pressed his lips together. “It couldn’t be a coincidence?”
“No.” I was certain of my suspicion. “I think you did that to yourself.”
He clutched my wrist and placed my palm on his chest, right over his heart. “You feel this, Cherry? My heart beats just like yours.”
“You’re not like me, though. Normal people feel compassion for others. Instead, you thrive off my pain. You enjoy watching me squirm.”
“Not as much as Damian,” he admitted. “We’re both sick fucks. You better learn to deal with it.”
A trail of heat rushed down my arms, spreading throughout my body like wildfire. I licked my lips. It was unnatural to want someone as badly as I wanted Bastian. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled my head closer. Of all the Salvatores, he was never afraid to kiss me.
I pressed my lips together, hesitant to let him kiss me. Kissing was too personal. And each time I let him, I felt more of a bond. A spark of attraction. The desire to act out all of my fantasies with him.
I hoped he would go for my lips, but he turned his head and kissed my neck, slowly inching his way up to my jaw. Like a starved man, he licked and sucked on my skin, let his teeth graze every inch before he bit me.
Even though it hurt, I was so desperate for more. I climbed on top of him, wrapped my arms around his neck, and rocked my hips into his hard cock.
Bastian sucked my bottom lip into his mouth. “You want me to take your virginity right now, Cherry?” He twisted my nipple over top of the silky pajamas. “Answer me.”
I squealed when he pinched me harder. “Not tonight.”
“Are you sure about that?” Bastian grabbed my ass cheeks and pushed my pussy into his cock, sliding me up and down until I writhed on top of him. “You’re begging to get fucked.”
“You won’t do it tonight. All of you are saving my virginity for something.”
He shoved down my top and sucked my nipple into his mouth. “You’ll like what we have planned, Cherry. Trust me. It’s worth the wait.”
A shiver rolled down my bare arms, and it wasn’t from him biting my nipples. “I didn’t realize you were so romantic.”