“Yeah. I don’t get it, really. She’s nothing but a rich American girl who will never know how to satisfy a powerful man like Castello.”
And that was when I had enough.
I stormed out of the stall, and when they saw me, their eyeballs almost popped out of their small little heads. I stopped a few feet away from them.
“Hello, ladies. Having fun?” Sarcasm dripped off my words. “I couldn’t help but overhear your little conversation. You two seem to have me all figured out.”
They glanced at each other, confusion and panic peeling away at their heavily made-up faces.
I narrowed my eyes. “Instead of wondering what it is Castello sees in a plain, rich American girl like me, what you should be thinking of is if I could turn two brothers from one of the city’s most powerful families against each other…what else am I capable of?”
My hair fell over my squared shoulders as I tilted my head to the side. The threat in my voice carried over loud and clear as their faces fell with fear.
I mustered up a fake smile. “Now you two ladies go and enjoy yourselves.”
They scattered out of the ladies room like two stray cats with their tails between their legs. The adrenaline that rushed through my veins was euphoric. I loved the power I had just because I was linked to the most influential man in the underground…myman. The more people associated me with Castello, the more people would respect me…fear me.
I washed up, pulled my hands through my hair, fluffing it up a bit before walking out. I balked when I noticed the lights in the hall had been dimmed…a lot. Straight ahead stood a figure of a man…a familiar man. As he moved closer, I recognized him in the way he walked, his broad shoulders and daunting figure. The outline of the scar on his face was barely noticeable under the shadows.
“Castello, what are you doing?”
He didn’t reply. He just kept on approaching me step by step. The dim light cast a shadow on the side of his face, making him seem more magnificent, more mysterious. I could see in the way his gaze pinned me on the spot that he was consumed with the need to devour me. Anticipation caused my stomach to clench, my skin starting to burn with the need to be touched by him.
“Castello, we agreed to wait ‘til we got home.”
But before my words were even cold, he grabbed my arm, spun me around, and pushed me face first into the wall.
With a gentle swipe, he moved my hair over my shoulder. “I’ve waited long enough,” he whispered against the skin of my neck.
My breathing was already affected by the desire that had me trembling against him.
Softly, he moved his hands over my shoulders, easing his fingertips down my arms.
“Castello—”
“Shhhh.”
Weaving his fingers through mine, he lifted my arms and placed them against the wall above my head before dragging his palms down my arms again, my body shivering as they moved down my sides.
As he reached the hem of my dress, he started to wind the fabric up.
“Word has it you like it rough.”
“You would know.”
He slipped my dress over my ass. “Would I?”
His breath no longer had the sweet scent of bourbon, but a more distinct smell of alcohol…like tequila, with a hint of lemon. It was so strong it completely overpowered my senses, and I couldn’t smell his distinct scent of amber and peppermint anymore. It felt different;hefelt different. The drugs and alcohol affected him, altered him in a way that made everything about him seem less intense. But right now, I didn’t care. I wanted him. I needed him.
Like a good little pet, I kept my arms in the air, allowing his hands to explore my hips and ass. He twirled a finger around the string of my panty, and with a tug he tore through it, letting it fall in tatters around my feet.
“Spread your legs for me.”
And I obeyed without hesitation. Truth was I didn’t care that we were in a public place. All I cared about was having this man inside me. I wanted to be consumed by him, entranced by the spell he had over my body.
“You’re a good little girl, aren’t you?”
“I’ve been taught by a good master.”