Uncle Gino glanced over my shoulder. “It seems our conversation is done for now.”
I turned and saw Tatum walking toward us. I found myself smiling as I stared at her. She was the prettiest thing, the most beautiful creature God had ever created. And she was mine.
“Did I interrupt?” Her lips curved into a half smile, inviting me to kiss them…which I did. I placed my hand gently around her waist and kissed her softly.
“No. But even if you did, it would be the most welcome interruption.”
She lifted a brow. “Don’t tell me you’re turning into a hopeless romantic who has a way with words, Mr. Fattore.”
“Never.” I placed another kiss just below her ear. “What I meant to say was there is nothing in this world that would demand my attention more than the beautiful paradise between your legs.”
I felt a shiver move through her body, and I grinned, my lips still touching her skin. “And there is nothing that would keep me from fucking pleasure into you every chance I get.”
I could see her chest rise and fall, her breathing becoming more rapid with every word I spoke. There was no need to slip my hand between her legs in order for me to know she was wet. The way the air around us pulsed with desire, the way her body hummed with need, I could practically smell her lust. I knew that she wanted me, that she wanted my cock inside her.
“Is that better, Miss Linscott?”
She was biting into her bottom lip, her blue irises dark with lust. “Much.”
“Good. Now come with me. I have something to show you.”
Chapter 16
TATUM
With every step I took, I could feel the ache between my legs intensify. I was throbbing with a need to be filled and fucked, to have Castello buried so deep inside me that I would have no choice but to allow the pleasure to take control over my body.
I was no saint. I’d always liked sex. But ever since I experienced it with Castello, tasted how deliciously sweet it could be when I let all your inhibitions go, it was like my mind and my body had grown addicted to it—to him.
Today was the second time he had denied me pleasure. It has been far too long since I came around his cock, and I needed it. I was starting to need it almost as much I needed air.
My entire body felt electrified, unsatisfied, and my mind was starting to spin out of control with images and fantasies of sordid deeds and twisted lusts.
“Here.” Castello stopped and nodded toward a door. It took me a moment to realize that the entire way here I had completely spaced out, my mind only thinking of one thing.
Castello placed his hand on the doorknob. “I know how much your art means to you, that it’s your way of dealing with certain things. I also know it hasn’t been easy for you, everything that’s happened. So I want to make sure that you have your own space—” he shrugged “—you know, when things get too much.”
I narrowed my eyes and watched with curiosity as he slowly opened the door. He gestured for me to walk in first, and when I saw what was inside, I sucked in a breath. “Castello.”
He walked in and stopped beside me as my gaze swept across the room. There were blank canvases on easels. An entire table stacked with brushes, paint, chalk, pencils, and every other thing any artist would ever need.
“This is your new studio. I’ve taken every measure to ensure you have everything you need here. But if there’s anything I might have missed, just tell me, and I will make sure you get it.”
Stunned, I looked up at him. “You did this for me?”
“It appears that I have.” He continued to stare out in front of him.
I took a moment to look at him, to study his face. Among all the supplies, all the things that would make any artist beam with joy, Castello was the masterpiece. He was a strong man. A man who could carry the world on his shoulders without ever showing any sign of burden. His intensity, and the power he exuded, was something everyone around him could feel the second Castello entered a room. His presence demanded respect, even mine. No matter how big of a mind fuck he was to me, his authority over me was undeniable.
“Why? Why did you do this for me?” I kept my gaze on him, hoping to see some kind of emotion.
He placed his hands in his pants pockets. “Do I need a reason?”
“No. But I do.”
He glanced my way. “Why?”
“Because you never tell me anything.”