“Okay,” I encourage myself in the mirror, “you’ve got this.”
Just as I’m about to reach for the door handle, the panties turn on, and I barely stop myself from letting out a squeak of surprise. Fucking Angelo.
This is not the first time he’s turned on the vibrator tonight. It sits right on my clit and it’s enough to push me right to the edge, even on the lowest setting. I grip the edge of the bathroom counter as a small whimper comes out of me.
I’m fairly certain my man is trying to make me lose my mind completely. When I can finally get my hands on him, he better watch out.
I’ve never been so turned on in my life.
It’s just what Angelo does to me. The more he possesses me, owns me, the more I want to give myself over to him. It’s a heady thing and it makes no sense. And I wouldn’t want to change it.
With how many times he’s turned on the device and teased me tonight, it doesn’t take long for me to be teetering on the edge. Just when I think he’s going to let me come, the power on the little device throttles to ten and then stops.
My chin drops to my chest as my fingers tighten on the counter, and I let out a soft groan. Then I stand up and straighten my dress before shaking out my hands and arms.
I’m going to make Angelo pay for the way he’s been teasing me. I have no idea how I’ll do it, but I’ll manage. I have to.
One way or another.
I swing the door to the bathroom open and step out. When a hand comes out of nowhere and covers my mouth while another grips my shoulder and spins me around, fear hits my chest. A scream bubbles up in my chest until I look up into Romeo’s face, and I freeze.
My mind is screaming at me to run since his hands drop away from my body, but I can’t. My soul is begging me to bring my knee up to his balls. But I can’t.
I want to make him hurt the way he’s hurt me. And that’s the problem.He’s hurt me.
I’m very much aware of what Romeo Amato is capable of. He’s cruel. He loves to inflict pain. There is nothing worthy of humanity inside of him.
“Dove,” he says my name like a curse while shaking his head and making a clicking noise with his tongue. “What are you doing here?”
All my confidence shrivels up inside of me. How did I not realize he was here? This is the first time I’ve seen him. What is he planning to do to me?
My shoulders roll inward, and I look down at the floor before mumbling, “I’m here with Angelo.”
“Oh yes,” his voice is cruelly gleeful, “my brother. How could I forget about you now being his personal whore.”
I shrink back even more, wishing it would be enough to avoid his hateful words. But it’s not. Nothing I do will make them go away.
The way I shrink back from him has Romeo looming over me even more. It feels like he actually gets taller while he sneers at me as if he’s found the perfect pretty doll to rip apart limb by limb.
“Did you really think you would escape who you are?” He taunts me. “No one will ever forget what you are. A whore. A filthy fucking whore.” He chuckles, the sound vicious as it lodges into my flesh and rips. “My brother will see it eventually. Then he’ll leave your rotted carcass by the road to be forgotten.”
I feel the heat of him, the warmth that always seeps into me whenever he’s near, before Romeo realizes how close the danger is. Angelo snarls at his brother while his hands land on my hips and he squeezes.
Even though it makes no sense, I stand up straighter. Romeo’s words about Angelo feel like a lie. It doesn’t make them easy to hear, but, when I search my heart, I find I don’t believe them.
“You’ve overstepped for the last time, brother,” Angelo’s voice is filled with condemnation even as it edges on boredom.
When he kisses my head, something occurs to me. I keep my eyes on Romeo, but address my man, “Was this a test? Did you know he was here?”
Angelo sighs and presses his chest more firmly against my back as if he’s afraid the truth he’s about to tell me will make me run. It won’t.
“Not a test,” his voice rumbles through me, “a chance.”
I don’t look at him even though I want to. “A chance at what?”
His lips ghost up my neck and Romeo’s eyes flash with jealousy. His mouth brushes the shell of my ear as he tells me, “A chance for you to become exactly what you’re meant to be. My queen.”
I suck in a sharp breath and allow my body to relax back against Angelo. I’m still on edge, but I also know he won’t let anything happen to me.
