Even if they hadn’t collaborated, they were keeping an eye on me, knowing I had it in me to run. And I planned to. Too many people wanted me, for the wrong reasons. My mother was right, I’d become a pawn and between all the male testosterone flying around me, I wasn’t sure I’d cope. Then I thought of my son and suddenly everything else seemed unimportant. I just needed to get to him, and all this would be over. My gaze shifted between the two men still staring down at me, waiting for me to make a move. I might be loath to admit it but in my heart, I knew if anyone could help get me to my son, they could.
“Can I at least shower, then.”
Salvatore nodded and walked to the window. He scanned the streets and closed the curtains while Zayne checked the bathroom. When he came back out, I vaulted off the bed, walked in, and locked the door behind me.
Leaning against it for a moment, I took a breather, letting everything that happened over the last couple of days, sink in. God, my body ached in places I’d forgotten existed—places I’d only discovered in that prison. I shuddered at the thought and stripped. Between all the manhandling and running, my nerves were shot. Closing my eyes, I lifted my head and let the agony of the last few days, slide away. Thankfully, the hot water was a steady spray and a welcome relief.
The sudden opening of the shower door had me whipping around, startled. “What are you doing here?” I gasped, wiping water from my eyes as Zayne stepped inside. “How did you get in, I locked the door,” I was floundering, and it had nothing to do with the locked door but the six-foot-four of bronze sin in my shower.
“You know no doors can keep me out, or have you forgotten my skill set, Ria.” His lips widened in a slow smile. “Or would you prefer I called you Gianna?”
My eyes cut down to his crotch and I swallowed at the sight of his hard-on. He flexed and I clenched my thighs without thought before his soft chuckle had my eyes snapping back up. An arrogant smirk tugged at the edges of his mouth, the tip of his tongue licking at the center of his bottom lip.
I moved to sidestep him, but his hand snuck out, grabbed my hip, pulling me to him. A rush of air escaped my lungs as he nudged me up against a wall, forcing a muscular thigh between my legs, his touch firm, his fingers biting into the flesh on my hipbone. My lips parted on another breathless exhale, a lick of heat rushing through my veins as flames of open lust speared corners of my body it shouldn’t have. He had no right to my body’s reaction to him. Caging me with his palm flat against the wall, the other hand tilted my chin until my gaze met his.
Warm brown eyes caressed my face. His thigh stirred between mine and my eyes slid shut on a muted sigh. Memories of his kisses, his touch, the pleasures he’d inflicted on my body, came flooding back. I opened my eyes, forcing them back. This was no time to rehash a life that no longer existed.
As if sensing the change in my response, he rolled a slow finger down my cheek. “Whatever my actions, I didn’t hurt you, Ria.”
“I guess circumstances collaborated with what you did.”
His jaw clenched, his hand dropping to his side. “Then why punish me?”
“Because I swore off trusting men.”
“Don’t I deserve a fair chance at your forgiveness?”
“No.”
“Then why did you take a bullet for me?” He rolled a finger over the scar just above my right breast. I flinched not from pain but his touch. “I would’ve been better off dead than living, knowing you were dead because of me. But I was left in the dark, all these years, not knowing the truth and still you treat me like I hurt you. Why?”
“Let it go, Zayne. It’s over. We had a past and now we don’t.” I didn’t want to open those old wounds, everything that happened and why it happened.
“Don’t fucking give me that, Ria because I sure as fuck deserve an answer. I have no idea what I did but you were the one that lied to me. You ran and never came back the first time. Then you snuck into my life the second time to punish me for what, I have no fucking clue. If that wasn’t enough you were killed. Apparently. Now, we have a fucking son together. One I knew nothing ab—”
“And you think I knew?” I lashed back. “I had no fucking idea I was pregnant when I got married to the other asshole in this room. Worse, my baby died at childbirth, ripped out of my stomach by a savage woman who didn’t think twice about fucking up a pregnant girl. Do you know what that felt like?” A pained expression zipped over his features but I was beyond caring. “So, fuck you, Zayne. Don’t tell me what you deserve because I sure as fuck deserved a lot more. From you, from Salvatore, from both my fathers, one I don’t even know. I’ve been to hell because all you men ever did was take from me. My life, my love, my heart, my body, my freedom, my choices, and my fucking baby.”
Glaring at him, I shoved at his chest and stepped out of the shower. My feet came to an abrupt stop, my glazed vision locking with Salvatore. Arms crossed over his chest, he leaned against the door frame. His eyes made a slow descent down my body before returning to my face.
“What? You want some more from me too?” I barked. His brow shot up, the amusement dancing in his eyes only made me angrier. I swear nothing affected that man. He was either colder than an iceberg or hotter than lava. “Fuck you, too.” Grabbing the bathrobe hanging on the wall next to the door, I brushed past him into the bedroom. I felt his eyes on me, but I didn’t look back. Not giving any thought to my wet hair and body, I slipped on the robe, secured the sash, and flopped on the bed.
Knowing Salvatore would carry me if I defied him, I moved to the center, fluffed the pillow around my head, and stared up at the ceiling. As my thoughts drifted, my muscles relaxed, and calm settled over my body. When the television switched on, I closed my eyes. Then the bed dipped on my right and I tried hard to still my breathing, unsure who rattled me more between the two men. Lingering remnants of Zayne’s cologne filled my nostrils, and I held my breath momentarily, trying to ignore the scent. Despite the king-sized mattress, I could feel the whisper of his body as he moved before settling down. I bit my bottom lip, wondering if I’d survive the night. Every inch of my skin was already hyperaware of them and that was just by movement alone.
Then the bed dipped on my left side and Salvatore’s scent merged with Zayne’s, tightening every muscle in my core. Fuck. It hadn’t sounded that bad when Salvatore mentioned sharing the bed. Now, not so much. My anxiety peaked. Inhaling slowly to calm my body’s reaction, I turned to my right and blanched. Zayne was lying on his side, facing me. One hand under his pillow, the other resting casually on the curve of his body. My eyes lowered taking in his naked torso. Stopping my gaze at his ribcage, I lifted it back up to his face. His eyes locked with mine, lacking the anger I’d expected from my earlier outburst. He pursed his lips and air-kissed me, his smile mischievous before he ran the tip of his tongue along the shape of his bottom lip almost inviting me to kiss him.
Shit.Letting out a frustrated breath, I flipped on my other side and came face to face with Salvatore and his naked chest. As if he planned this seduction with Zayne, he bit down on his lip. Those gray eyes glinted with something wicked before he winked at me. I blanched, my insides swirling a storm draped in lust.Double shit. I rolled onto my back, clenched my fists at my sides so as not to touch either of them, and shut my eyes tight, like a little girl afraid of the monsters under the bed. Only, I was sure any sane woman would want these two men as monsters in her bed. I probably resembled the statue of a corpse, I didn’t care. But I did pray for the two of them to go to sleep.
No such luck.
I had only a moment’s notice of someone moving before my legs were spread wide open. The robe had come undone and fell to my sides, exposing my bare flesh to a flick of cold air. My eyes snapped open in time to see Salvatore dropping between my spread legs.
“What are you do—” I was cut off by his warm tongue spearing the entrance to my pussy. I moved to close my legs, but he slid his hands under my thighs, keeping them open. “What are you doing?” I squeaked, trying to resist the manipulation of his mouth.
He looked up at me. “Eating your pussy.” He dropped his head, flicking his tongue over my clit and my hips bucked.
“My body is not yours to do as you please.” Even as I voiced that thought I knew it was a waste of time. Salvatore took, simple as that. “And seriously, with Zayne right next to us,” I rasped, not looking at the other man.
He glanced up once more. “Zayne’s a big boy,bella, I don’t need to tell him what to do.”
