Page 34 of Depraved
Sarah grabs a pillow and hits me with it before bunching up the comforter and pulling it around her, her grunts and breaths filled with exasperation.
Who is she trying to kid…she was awake.
“Violence isn’t the answer,” I tease, holding up my arm. “And I didn’t do anything to warrant that verdict. It was just a kiss. I thought you were awake.”
“Bullshit,” she spits, pushing off the bed and taking the blanket and sheet with her, turning to look at me. “Jesus Christ. Cover yourself up.”
I grin, lying back completely nude.
“I can’t. You took the blanket and the sheet. You were adamant that we sleep in the nude last night. Who am I to say no to a beautiful woman?”
Beautiful is an understatement. She’s fucking gorgeous like this. Hair wild, flushed and ready to do some damage. She’s fucking perfect.
Sarah marches to the middle of the room where she threw off most of her clothes last night and bends down to pick them up.
“Real classy. I was smashed. And I remember almost everything…the only thing I’m foggy on is why I’m naked inyourroom. You could’ve put me in my room.”
“You just kept saying ‘I’m not allowed to wear clothes in the house’ and ‘my place is next to you.’ It was actually pretty entertaining and accurate. I prefer you in the nude and in my bed.”
“Where the fuck are my sweatpants?” she yells, sorting through her clothes as I shrug.
My name is called out from inside the house, and I know the guys are here, so I push out of bed. “No clue, but I have business. So you keep your pretty little ass in here until I’m done.”
Throwing on some gray sweatpants hanging over a chair, I grab a T-shirt and head to the door.
“Dante. I’m not staying in here and waiting until you get done with your lackeys. I’m going out in a damn blanket if need be and going to my room.”
The thought of her walking out, even in a blanket, pisses me off. There’s no fucking way anyone sees how fucking sexy she looks right now. No, that’s for me alone.
Turning, I look at her, no humor on my face. “You’ll sit your ass down and wait. I want you like this when I get back. Today, we negotiate, Billy.”
I walk through the door as Sarah glares at me from where she’s standing next to the bed and let the door close behind me with a loud bang.
It’s been twenty minutes, and we’ve managed to go through most of what we needed to talk about. But I’m antsy. Not because of this meeting but for the one waiting for me behind the door I can’t stop staring at.
Turning my back to my bedroom door, I try and listen to what Antonio is saying, but all I hear in my mind are the breathy little moans that accompanied our kiss this morning.
Fuck that girl is hot.
I try to refocus, silently cursing my dick, but when I look up all I see are frowns and “oh shit” looks before I hear, “Good morning, fellas.”
My head swings around, and silence fills every soul in the room, except for mine. All I feel is rage crashing inside my veins, making a ringing sound in my ear.
I’ll fucking kill her.
Sarah’s standing in the entry, wearing a smile and next to nothing—just a lace bra and a hot-pink G-string. Every part of her showing to the four assholes sitting on stools at my kitchen island.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I bark, smacking the counter and watching her saunter to the fridge as everyone looks in different directions.
They better fucking look away.
“I’m getting some juice. What are you doing?” she answers, her head swinging to me lazily as she reaches inside for a carton of orange juice.
Matteo lets out a very nervous laugh, and my hand reaches to the small of my back instinctively for my gun, but it’s not there.
Fuck. I’m ready to shoot people. This girl has me all fucked up.
Antonio smacks Matteo’s shoulder, giving him a head shake, having seen my reaction, as Sarah bends to look inside the refrigerator. Her bare ass comes into view, sending me straight over the edge.
