Page 51 of Desire and Revenge

CHAPTER 16

Nero

She’s trying her best to look brave and daring, but she’s not pulling it off at all. Sofia looks nervous and unsure, worrying at her lips and shifting from foot to foot.

“Tell me again why you’re here.”

Red rises up her cheeks and she lowers her lashes. “I told you already.”

“Tell me again,” I assert more firmly.

She raises her chin into the air, defiant. “I want you to teach me how to please a man.”

“Did you miss the way to your husband’s room?” I spit out the words and, as I watch her flinch, I’m immediately filled with regret.

“If you don’t want to teach me, you can just say no.” And when those green eyes meet mine, they are filled with a challenge. Her eyes are taunting me.

Are you going to say no, Castello?They’re asking.

The silence stretches endlessly between us, and then her mouth tightens into a tight line. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have—I’m going to leave now, I?—”

As she makes to move past me, I grab her by the back of her neck and pull her into me till our mouths are an inch apart.

“You came all this way just to leave?”

She opens her mouth to say something, but Cat decides that’s a good moment to reveal himself. He meows and we both glance down to where he’s staring between us in open judgment.

“Oh my God!” Sofia exclaims, immediately pulling away from my hold and dropping to her knees. “He’s so cute. Aren’t you the cutest?”

The Cat from hell, who won’t even let me get him into his carrier without taking off layers of my skin, begins to butt his head against her outstretched hand. And soon, Sofia is scratching behind his ears and he’s purring contently. I narrow my eyes at Cat and then wonder why I’m surprised.

Like owner, like pet.

At that moment, my eyes land on the collar of her dressing gown. From my position standing above her, I can see down her neckline to the top of her breasts.

My cock stirs in my pants, and I’ve had enough of Cat. I swoop down, grab it, and head for my bathroom.

“What are you doing? Nero, stop.”

I drop the animal in the bathroom and shut the door behind it, ignoring the way he stares at me with betrayal.

“He’s had his turn,” I tell her. “Now it’s mine.”

I clutch the hem of my shirt and quickly whip it off my head. Her eyes drop down to my bare torso, and I stalk towards her, enjoying the way her eyes get wider and wider with my approach.

“Take off your robe,” I tell her. “Slowly. I want a show, Princess.”

Gulping, she reaches for the ties wrapped around her waist and begins to undo the knot. Our eyes are locked together as the robe drops open. My jaw drops open as the wrap pools down to the ground and my gaze finally lands on her body.

“Sofia.” The sound is as rough as gravel.

The see-through material of the body suit clings to every slight curve of her body, making her look decadent. She looks like a present, all gift wrapped and presented to me with a strained smile.

Her hair falls down on one side to cover her breast while the rest of it goes down to her back, a cascade of chestnut and bleached gold waves. She’s a goddess, and I’m the lucky bastard who gets to put his hands and mouth on her.

I walk over to the chair and settle down on it, leaning back into it, legs spread.

“Come here, Princess.”

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