Page 24 of Caruso
Once she is safely locked in her room for the night, I head to mine, intent on a cold shower and sleep. Tomorrow will be interesting in many ways, and I’m guessing my brothers will be on board for our trip to Oklahoma.
I dash off texts to make the necessary arrangements. Informing Simon and Vittorio of my wishes, assured thatthey will be carried out to the letter and we will be ready at seven am for a trip I am impatient to take.
Tommaso meets me in the hallway outside our rooms and fills me in on the events with the actor. It amuses me to think of him cowering under my brother’s rage, and yet when I inform him of our new houseguest, his eyes light with excitement, as I knew they would.
“A project.” He grins. “I like the sound of that.”
“My project.” I warn him, and he shrugs.
“For now. You had better inform Giorgio of that; he may not listen.”
“Tell me something I don’t already know. He seemed pretty interested when he interrupted our business dinner earlier.”
Tommaso laughs softly. “I’m not surprised. She must be something if she’s roused the beast inside you. I can’t wait to meet her. I heard about the guy in fifteen-ten. Word is she snapped his neck. Impressive.”
“And a virgin.”
His eyes burn into mine. “Not for much longer, I’m guessing.”
“You guessed right.”
He nods, a gleam of interest lighting his eyes.
“Tomorrow will be an interesting day.”
“Then get some sleep, you won’t want to miss what I have in mind.”
As we head to our rooms, I’m resigned to keeping Taylor safe from my brothers as well as the men who have hit on her so far. She doesn’t realize it, but she is atemptation of the most vulnerable kind. Beautiful, graceful, intriguing and mine.
I wake at six and manage to get thirty minutes in the gym before showering. Then I head to Taylor’s room and let myself in.
The room is in darkness, and I waste no time snapping on the light, and my eyes turn to the bed as she sits up, the sheets slipping from her shoulders, revealing she is wearing nothing but her underwear.
The blood races through my libido like a bushfire, and I growl, “It’s time to leave. Get up, we’ll eat on the plane.”
“Plane?” Her hair is all over the place and her eyes sleepy. Without makeup, she is like a fresh-faced angel, and my cock throbs as it anticipates the delights that lie ahead in training her to be mine in every way.
I toss the bag at her that I ordered to be delivered last night. It contains a black one-piece catsuit that will mold her curves and yet hide her flesh from lascivious eyes. She is mine; only I get that privilege, and the high shoes will give her legs definition, and she will be tall, her head reaching my shoulder. I’m six foot two of muscle along with both of my brothers, and she must stand tall beside us. We are a team, and that now includes Taylor, and I wonder what they will make of that.
“I’ll be waiting in the room we met in last night. You have fifteen minutes. Don’t keep mewaiting.”
I’m cold, firm and brutal in my tone, and her eyes widen as she nods, scooting from the bed as she reaches for the bag.
I try so hard to keep my cool as I note the mere scraps of fabric covering her tits and imagining those shapely legs wrapped around my neck is an extremely pleasant image to take with me today. It’s all I will be thinking of because one thing I’m sure of, Taylor’s request will be honored by the end of the day. Tonight, she will be mine in every sense of the word, and I’m not certain if she knows what she wished for.
I leave her to shower and change and as I enter the living area, my brothers are already waiting. Dressed for destruction.
We exchange a smile; days like this don’t often present themselves, and we relish the adrenaline rush they bring.
Our black handmade suits are of the finest quality fabrics, black silk shirts unbuttoned low enough to reveal the tribal ink we all share. We are dressed as the wealthy billionaires we are, with the threat of the executioners we undoubtedly are. Wealth and destruction are our missions in life, and this one will prove to be an enjoyable one.
“So, what’s the plan?”
Giorgio is the first one to ask, and I grasp the coffee that’s waiting andgrin.
“Taylor’s stepfather is of the mind that her mother’s death means she will replace her in his bed.”
“Gross.”
