He reached out, weaving his fingers through my hair before tightening his grip. He pulled my head back, forcing my lips up toward his. Wild eyes gazed at me, the smell of bourbon on his breath filling my nostrils. “I need to be inside you.”
I licked my lips. “Then let’s go home.”
“I need to be inside you right now.”
“Not here.”
His gaze was now fixed on my mouth, his tongue darting out of his. It was written on his face, the lust, the desire, the hunger. And it was pulling me in, waking up the same feelings inside me.
I shuddered when his hand moved up my inner thigh. “We can’t leave now.”
My body started to quiver, my legs opening on their own accord as his hand moved up…and up…and up.
“Then we’ll just have to wait,” I murmured.
Just as his hand was about to reach the part of me that ached for his touch, he stopped. “If I wasn’t as possessive as fuck over you, I would have torn through these flimsy panties of yours and fucked you on this couch in front of everyone. I would have shown all these people what my cock could do to you.” He traced his tongue all the way up my jaw. “But I will never share you with anyone. Your body is mine to worship, mine to desecrate. No one else.”
He pulled back, and I had to take a deep breath to try and get control of my body. Sweat started to bead on my skin, the loud music vibrating through my chest.
“I need to go to the bathroom.”
Castello snapped his fingers, and Giovanni seemed to appear from out of nowhere. He leaned down, and Castello said something to him before looking at me. “He’ll go with you.”
I cocked a brow at him. “Are you serious? I just need to go to the bathroom, Castello.”
“Giovanni will go with you.”
“He will not.”
“Tatum—”
“Castello, do not make me defy you in front of all these people. I refuse to be chaperoned to the goddamn bathroom. It’s embarrassing.”
I got up and glowered down at him before shooting a warning glare at Giovanni. Castello held up his hand, and Giovanni stayed put.Good.
As I made my way to the other side of the lounge, it seemed like the crowd had doubled. How many guests did this Jorge invite?
Women were drinking and dancing while the men smoked cigars and laughed. Eventually, I made it to the door with the bathroom sign on and opened it. The hall stretched out in front of me, the men’s room to the right, and the door to the ladies’ right at the end. When the door shut behind me, my ears welcomed the muffled sound of the music.
Two girls came walking down the hall, and when they saw me, they leaned closer, whispering to each other. About me, no doubt.
Once inside the ladies’ room, I looked around. Mirrors decked the walls, black and white checkered tiles on the floor with white marble countertops and elegant-looking taps hanging over the basins. It was clear that Castello spared no expense when he had the VIP lounge designed. It had money and elegance written all over it.
I walked to a stall and closed the door just before hearing women coming into the ladies’ room.
“Did you see her?”
“Who?”
“Tatum Linscott.”
“Oh yeah, the little princess who has been glued to Castello’s side the entire night. She looks like such a stiff.”
I remained quiet while I listened to the women.
“She’s so…plain. I can’t believe that this entire war between the Fattore brothers is because of her. It’s not like she’sthatpretty.”
“I know. I’m telling you, I don’t know what it is Castello sees in her. He’s so fucking hot, he could have any woman he wants. Like me.” The woman giggled like a tramp, and my blood started to simmer.