Page 41 of Caruso
Tonight, I become his. Step one of an inevitable plan. I’m under no illusion they all want me. One will never be enough because all three brothers offer something irresistible. It amuses me when I picture losing my virginity at the ripe age of twenty-three. I’m guessing once I begin, there will be no stopping me.
They excite me—all of them for different reasons.
Matteo is the steady one, the most normal if you like. Protective, level-headed, almost caring yet ruthless in his desire to protect his family—his business.
Giorgio is a psychopath. A lovable murderer who uses humor to disguise the madness. I see it in his eyes,and I recognize it. It’s a reflection of what exists in my soul.
I wonder what sex would be like with a man like him.
I shiver in anticipation.
As I towel off, my thoughts turn to Tommaso. The hate-fuelled brother who pretends to be indifferent. He is to a point, but it burns beneath the surface. The longing, the rage and the promise of wrecking my heart. All three brothers have that capability, and that is part of the attraction, I guess.
What have I got to lose? I lost my soul years ago, so I may as well have some fun with what’s left.
The biggest surprise of the day, however, is when I wander into the walk-in closet, expecting to find the gold dress from yesterday.
My eyes widen in shock as I note the bulging rails and neatly folded clothes of every type on the shelves and nestling in the drawers.
Is this a mirage?
My mouth drops open as I regard everything a girl could ever need crammed inside luxury. On the hook by the full length baroque style mirror is a red sequined dress, matching silk heels beneath it. No underwear, of course, and I bite back my grin.
Let the games begin.
Thirty minutes to the dot, I head to the living area just like before, striding confidently on the heels, lovingthe caress of the material on my naked body. No makeup, with my hair once again slicked back from the shower. The roots are beginning to show, and I wonder if Matteo would allow me to grab some more hair dye from the store. I want my hair to be dark. The blackest shade with streaks of red this time. I’m not the doe-eyed blonde I once was. I reinvented myself when I left Oklahoma.
As I head into the room, he is waiting, and my mouth dries when I connect with his loaded gaze. I could drown in those wicked eyes.
He has showered and changed into silk pants that hang low on his hips, revealing the perfect V that tapers to his muscled abdomen. He is bare-chested, the muscles dancing on tribal ink that winds its way around his body, a gold chain the only adornment because aside from the pants he is naked.
“It’s the hunger in his eyes that almost stops me in my tracks. The way his gaze rakes my body with intent, desire and a promise.
“I’m overdressed.” I state the fucking obvious, and he shakes his head.
“You are perfect.”
As I make to approach him, his voice hits me like whiplash.
“Stop.”
I falter, and he says huskily, “Turn around slowly in a circle; I want to look at you.”
I do as he says, enjoying the effect I am having on him because if this were the jungle, he is the lion sizing up his next meal.
“You are beautiful, Taylor.”
His voice softens, and he holds out his hand.
“Come, the first course has arrived.”
I move toward him, and as his hand wraps around mine, a delicious thrill surges through my body at the contact.
His thumb grazes my skin, and his eyes are heavy with lust as he says huskily, “Youareoverdressed. Allow me.”
He reaches behind me and unzips the dress, and as it falls to the floor, I stand before him in nothing but the heels and a happy smile.
His eyes darken with lust as he steps before me and tips my face to his and kisses me softly, almost featherlike, causing shivers of desire to ripple through my body like a soft breeze in a meadow. I close my eyes and enjoy the sensation, his rough jaw scratching against my soft skin, reminding me of the danger I’m in.
