“We both need more. I think you know that.”
“I’d miss fucking women if it were only the two of us,” I admitted as we left the bathroom and entered my bedroom.
He slipped into a pair of boxers and yanked them up his thighs. “I love pussy more than almost anything. I need to fuck women. I’m not giving that up.”
“Yeah,” I agreed because it was all I had ever known. “But I think I enjoy killing people one-tenth more than sex. If I can have sex after a kill, that’s the sweet spot. Nothing gets my dick harder.”
“Oh, I know how hard your dick gets over blood,” he said with a wink. “Now think about how hard you’d get licking Alex’s bloody pussy after I take her virginity.”
I licked my lips, staring at his mouth as excitement flared inside me. The monster hummed to life, begging to come out and play. “Now, we’re talking. Even better if you let me suck her blood off your dick. I want it all.”
Bastian entered the walk-in closet, grabbed one of my Brioni suits from the hanger, and set it on the bed. “Get dressed.”
“If you want Alex, why are you going along with Luca’s plan to ice her out and make her feel unwanted? It will be easier to get into her pants if you turn on the charm.”
Bastian could be very fucking charming. Almost too perfect, if you asked me. He was so good at bullshitting people that it sometimes made me jealous that he had such a natural ease.
Words were easy for him.
I had no social skills whatsoever and didn’t understand societal norms, nor did I give a fuck. I looked to Bastian and my brothers to help me understand the world.
They helped me survive.
Bastian looked fucking amazing in a black Tom Ford suit that clung to his muscles. My cock hardened at the sight of him, and I licked my lips, reaching down to fix the bulge in my pants.
Bastian’s eyes lowered. “Get rid of that now. Fuck, Damian. Do you ever think about anything else?”
“Not when you’re in the room.”
He inched toward me and fisted my tie, pulling me so close our lips almost grazed. If only he had pressed his lips to mine and stopped overthinking.
“I’ll tell you what. If you do as I say and don’t mess up this meeting with the Wellingtons for us, I’ll reward you later for being a good boy.”
I liked the sound of this.
A sly grin pulled at the corners of my mouth. “What do you want me to do?”
CHAPTER 5
ALEX
I stood in a massive ballroom at the Salvatore Estate, Aiden on my grandfather’s left and me on his right, shaking uncontrollably.
I wanted to vomit.
Run out of the room.
Until tonight, I’d never worn heels. I never attended a school dance or owned anything nice like this Valentino dress.
I clung to Aiden’s side, needing my brother to hold me up. Even if nerves weren’t coursing through my body, I couldn’t walk a straight line in four-inch heels. Before we left the house, I looked like a drunk staggering across a tightrope, arms out at my sides to stay upright.
My grandfather hired a woman to tame my naturally curly hair and coat my face in makeup to make me look less frail. In a red strapless dress, I couldn’t hide my too-skinny arms and legs. My ribs poked through the silky fabric. I hadn’t eaten a proper meal until my grandfather found me, and it showed.
I was so embarrassed.
The four Salvatore brothers stood in line beside their father, all dressed in black suits. Four had black hair, while the fifth had caramel brown. Tall and athletic-looking, they glared at me, searing my skin with heated gazes.
My grandfather stepped forward to greet Arlo, who donned a menacing stare that chilled me to the bone.
