Page 50 of Caruso

From his surly expression, he’s worried about that, and I say with interest, “Will you kill him if he is?”

It’s a distinct possibility, and Matteo groans. “No. He is Taylor’s past. She needs closure.”

“Even if it means losing her?”

“That willnotbe one of the options.”

The jealousy that flares in his eyes makes me wonder if we have a problem. He knows the score. We share her, but I’m guessing he never appreciated the hold she has over him. She has him by the balls, and we all know it, and even passing her to me to ‘take care of’ will be eating him up inside.

“What are your plans?”

“I have business to conduct. She can accompany me.”

He huffs, “Fuck, Giorgio, is this how you plan on seducing her, by painting her in your victim’s blood before you fuck her over his dead body?”

“It’s an interesting thought; thanks for the tip.” I wink, and he rolls his eyes.

“Just don’t ruin that woman. Leave something for when I get home.”

He stands, his pained expression causing me to chuckle.

“I’m heading off. Tommaso and the chopper are waiting on the roof. Go easy on her; we’ll be back tomorrow. I expect to find her in one piece.”

I salute him like the general he is, and as he leaves, I lean back, tugging my mug of coffee to my lips with an evil grin.

While the cat’s away, the rats will play, and I have a fun day lined up for me and my girl.

Taylor wanders in fresh from the shower, wearing silk pants and a camisole that does little to disguise her full breasts.

“Oh.” She gazes at Matteo’s empty seat with regret.

“Has he gone already?”

I note her bare feet and the fact she is definitely not wearing any underwear, and my cock twitches in anticipation.

“He’s gone. Back tomorrow, so it’s just me and you; alone at last.”

I note the flicker of excitement light in her eyes as she gazes at me from under her long thick lashes.

“Tommaso?” She asks, arching her brows, and I grin.

“He went too, so we have the place to ourselves, oh unless you count the guy I have strung up in my playroom who attempted to steal from us.”

“You’re kidding me?”

Her eyes widen, and yet they also spark with excitement, and I chuckle softly.

“Do you want to play, little girl?”

She shrugs and heads across to the table where her ruined seat awaits. It didn’t take a genius to work out what the stains were on the fabric, and as Tommaso’s expression contorted in fury, mine was one of lust. Fuck, that is so hot, and yet as she makes to sit, I reach out and with a quick flick of my wrist, I pull her sharply into my lap and grip her throat, forcing her to stare into my eyes.

“You sit with me now.”

My hand slides down her silk-covered thigh, and her eyes widen, but it’s the lust that flares in them that makes me smile.

My little butterfly can’t contain her fascination with me, and we both know it.

“Matteo may disagree” She tests the water, and I shake my head slowly.