But I can’t deny my mind has been on her since she went to bed last night. I watched her sleep for a while. Seeing the rise and fall of her breaths calmed me somewhat.
“You know, Drake—”
“River, I don’t need your fucking pep talk right now,” I bite out my frustration, pinning my best friend with a glare. It’s not his fault; I’ve done this to myself. Let her in, and now I’m lost in the feelings that are taking over me. This is why I never let anyone in before. Emotions are murderous vultures that peck at your life. They devour you as you lie dying once you’ve offered your heart to someone.
“Jesus, you’re really hung up on her,” he says. Stepping up to me, he leans in, whispering, “If you want her so much, then fucking take her.”
My hand grips his hair, tugging him closer as I crash my mouth to his. Groaning when our tongues make contact, I bite down on his lip, causing him to grunt against me. I want to kiss her. I want to kiss him. I’m so fucked up I can’t even get hard without hurting the person I love so much.
The thought invades my mind as River’s tongue invades my mouth. His lips are hot against mine, the warmth snaking its way through me, but it can never melt my ice-cold heart. The image of Caia beside me, her hands on both our dicks while she watches us runs rampant through my mind, and I know I have to have them both.
“Get a room.” Dante’s gruff voice breaks through the haze of need burning me alive, and I have to pull away from River. “I have a positive location on our guy. He’s scheduled to have a dinner date this evening with his wife. It’s their anniversary.”
“Looks like we’ll have to deliver our gift in person.” I smile, knowing how this is going to play out. “Where is the dinner?”
“Gorlois, that place down on the west side of town.”
Nodding, I make my way inside to find the woman who’s fucking with my head and my heart. Taking the steps two at a time, I shove open the bedroom door only to find her naked as she’s pulling up a pair of white panties.
“Jesus,” she grits out angrily. “Can’t you knock?”
“No.” Entering the room, I settle on the dressing table, ignoring the fact that she’s attempting to get dressed. Her tiny tits jiggle with every movement, and my kiss earlier with River is only serving to make me harder than a fucking steel pole. “Have you decided what you want to do?” I question her.
She stills, taking me in for a moment before she tugs on the jeans I’d bought and placed in the room this morning. She doesn’t know I left her alone for a few hours earlier and bought her enough clothes, toiletries, and underwear to last her a year. When I walked into the store, I found myself wanting to spoil her, to see her smile, but all I’m getting now is a scowl. Not that I blame her. Perhaps it’s better that she hates me.
“I want revenge,” she finally answers once she’s fully dressed. The blue top she’s wearing makes the dark ink on her skin pop against the light color.
“Oh?” I arch a brow at her.
“Yes. I want to kill my father,” she tells me with confidence in her voice. There are fine red marks on her neck along with the butterfly tattoo that covers her flesh. The marks are mine. She’s mine. She always has been.
“That’s a rather valiant remark, Caia,” I tell her. I wonder if she knows her father sold her to us when she turned eighteen. She must if she wants to kill him, or it might be that she witnessed what a monster he truly is.
“I’ve seen what he did to my sister. She may be dead now, but I need to avenge her somehow.”
She doesn’t yet know that her sister is at my house. And she doesn’t know that her father is looking for his youngest daughter. “Harper is alive,” I tell her, hoping to put her at ease.
Her body goes rigid, her face a picture of shock and confusion. “What?” she utters.
I rise from the bed, stalking toward her. “I found her; or she found me,” I whisper. “She’s safe at the mansion.” Caia shakes her head, disbelieving me for a moment before I grip her chin between my thumb and index finger. “She’s alive. Now, tell me what your choice is?”
She lifts her gaze to meet mine, her plump lips parted as she takes shallow breaths. Every time I’m near her, all I want to do is make her mine, to feel her body mold around mine as I claim her, but I have so much to do before I can ever venture into the unknown with her.