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Her fingers slide into my hair, and she pulls me in deeper, her tongue finding mine, leisurely and hesitant.
A soft moan comes from deep inside her as she explores me without interruption, her fingers edging inside my shirt, rippling over my muscles like the softest cashmere.
I am still, unresponsive, almost a statue as she takes what she wants from me, unconcerned that I am holding back.
She moves and sits astride me, her pussy grinding against my cock, and she pulls away, transferring the kisses to my face before traveling down to my neck.
She sucks in the flesh, her tongue dragging against my skin, causing a shiver to ripple through my body at how sexy she is. It’s as if an angel is breathing life into a marble statue, the cold hard stone gradually finding out what life feels like.
I am mesmerized by how erotic this is. A simple kiss, a few soft touches and silence. It’s not hard, cruel or frantic; she is taking her time, and I am not about to hurry this. We have two days, and what a pleasant time we will have.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Taylor
Ican’t believe I’m doing this. I must be a whore because it didn’t take me long to assess the situation. This is our time. I knew it was coming. The brothers have made no secret in the past week about their intentions. I am a fascinating object to them. One that will be shared equally, and I wondered when that would happen. The past week with Matteo has been the happiest of my life, and yet there has been an undercurrent of darkness that flows like a waterfall over a ravine.
The way his brothers devour me with their eyes when I enter a room. The indifference Tommaso shows toward me, pretending he isn’t interested. The hunger in Giorgio’s eyes as he follows my every move and the resignation in Matteo’s eyes as he accepts their interest.
I’m good with interest because I share it. Three very different brothers, all powerful in their own way.
I’m good with sharing, for now anyway, because right now I am the happiest I have ever been in my life.
Matteo told me last night that he would be away for two days and Giorgio would take care of me. He was concerned; it was obvious the way he fucked me long into the night. Almost desperate, marking me as his, worrying that things will change between us and yet accepting the inevitable.
Now I am taking charge of the situation—no victim here, and as I kiss Giorgio, it feels different somehow. Matteo is and always will be mine. I accept that. We have an unbreakable bond because of what he did. He made me a woman, and that woman is his. But Giorgio is the wild side of my soul. The unpredictable, shocking, side and I can’t wait to explore that madness with him. To crawl inside and see what makes him the man he is. To let my crazy out and discover why I understand him more than I should.
I pull away and smile sweetly, running my finger down his face as I whisper, “What have you got for me, Giorgio?”
He smirks, desire heavy in his eyes. “Madness, little one. Complete and utter chaos if you like.”
“I can’t wait.”
I slip from his lap, and he huffs with frustration.
“Go and change and meet me here in ten minutes. We’ll pay our captive a visit before heading out.”
“Out?” My eyes widen. I haven’t been out since the day I went home. For some reason, I’m nervous, and he grins.
“You could use some fresh air, and I have something I want to show you.”
“What should I wear?”
“Casual. Jeans, sweatpants, whatever you like.”
He grins. “Matteo is all about the designer suits and portraying a certain kind of image. I’m not. I prefer to merge into the shadows without any attention. Blend in with society and slide under the radar.”
“Okay.”
I’m excited, and it must show in my expression because he chuckles softly.
“Ten minutes, Taylor, and if you’re late, I’ll punish you.“
“Punish me?” I raise my eyes. “Why do I like the sound of that?”
His laughter follows me as I leave the room, and as I race to mine, my heart is beating so fast it almost gets there before me. I’m leaving The Artemis. Not in a fancy helicopter or private plane. On foot, at least I think we are, so one thing’s for sure, heels are not an option.
When I head back to the living area, Giorgio is waiting and is dressed casually for once. Black jeans, a tight black t-shirt that accentuates the muscles on his chest and shows off his biceps.
