Page 8 of Crazed

"Me, too," I mutter, following him.

"You just got here," Dante calls out.

I ignore him and grab Tristano's bicep once we turn the corner. "Want to tell me where you're really going?"

He glances behind us then clenches his jaw.

"What is it?" I ask.

He still doesn't answer.

"I just covered for you," I remind him.

He keeps his poker face. "Thanks. I'll tell you about it later."

The hairs on the back of my neck rise. I cross my arms tight to my chest. "Why don't you tell me now."

"It's not a big deal. I have to go. We'll talk later," he repeats, then takes off.

I watch him until I can't see him anymore, wondering what he's hiding. My phone rings, pulling me out of my trance. Katiya's name pops up on the screen, and the butterflies in my stomach flutter. It's another thing I've never felt before her.

I answer, "Hey, dolce."

Her Russian accent shows me no mercy. My cock hardens the moment she responds. She keeps her voice low, asking, "Are you tied up all day?"

I run through my schedule in my head then reply, "No."

She softly laughs. "Good. Then why don't you come over and tie me up?"

I slowly inhale, trying to calm my racing pulse. Images of my rope draped around her naked body flash in my mind. I can't stop my grin from forming. Making my way through the house to my wing, I lower my voice, ordering, "Turn on your video chat. I need to shower. You can play with yourself and let me watch until I get there."

Her breath hitches. Her voice is barely audible. "When can you get here?"

I step inside my room and go straight to the bathroom, turning on the shower. "I'll leave in five minutes. Now, be a good girl. Turn on your video and play with your pretty pussy the way I showed you to."

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Katiya

"Stop touching yourself,"Massimo commands via video chat.

My shallow breaths match the thumping beat of my heart. I squeeze my eyes shut and bite my lip while removing my hand from my lower body. I whine, "Why aren't you here yet?"

He half chuckles, half grunts. "I'm driving over 100 miles per hour. Now, look at me."

I obey, taking in every feature that pulled me in the moment I first saw him. His full lips, chiseled cheekbones, and wavy dark hair were enough to grab my attention. But what mesmerized me to the point of no return were his gray-blue eyes.

I've never seen anything like his authoritative, piercing gaze. Sure, I've had enough dangerous men over the years intimidate me, but none of their orbs ever hypnotized me the way Massimo's do.

Every emotion possible passes over his facial features. When he's angry, a storm rages so violently, goose bumps pop out on my skin. When we get intimate, he'll size me up with an intense, powerful stare filled with so much heat my cheeks burn. And it isn't only lust in his scrutiny. There's a vulnerability in his eyes so potent, my heart feels like it might explode. All I want to do is drop my guard, confess everything to him, and run away where no one will find us.

Then reality hits, and I come to my senses.

They'll always find us.

They own me.

My death will be at their hands, unless Massimo gets to me first.

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