Page 12 of Caruso (Vegas Mafia #3)

Chapter Twelve

Matteo

F uck Giorgio. I knew he’d want her. She’s everything that intrigues him.

I have no doubt that when I’ve finished with her, he will take his turn.

He’s a sadistic brute and kind of crazy, whereas Tommaso is the opposite.

Sadistic for sure, but so deep inside his own head he rarely ventures out of it.

Everything makes him angry. Even breathing it seems, and I wasn’t surprised at his disdain toward Taylor.

He is attempting to distance himself from the fascination he has toward our new guest.

I know him so well, and his arrogance hides his yearning for something more.

He likes to control, dominate and conquer, which is why he spends most evenings scanning the casino for a body to pound into that night.

He uses our hotel like a personal harem, and the women who fall on his dick are under the illusion he is Prince Charming.

They soon discover he’s more like the Prince of Darkness when he leaves them ruined on the floor of the hotel room, beaten up inside from his special brand of sexual intercourse.

He attempts to drive the madness from his soul by wrecking another, and until he finds peace with himself, that will never change.

Then there’s me. The more stable of the brothers but the most frightening one of them all because control to me is of the mind and soul; the body comes as a bonus to that.

I ruin their minds, play with their emotions and control the breath in their lungs.

I demand full control over a person until there is no challenge left, and when Taylor fell into my sight, she was fucked.

Three brothers equals three huge problems for her, and as we head to Oklahoma to set her free from one tyrant, she will be leaving with three even worse ones.

As soon as we are airborne, Tommaso snaps off his seatbelt and heads to the front of the cabin. He has a habit of bending the attendant over the galley counter and fucking her from behind to quell the boredom.

He makes no pretense of that, and Giorgio grins.

“I’ll be right back.”

As he leaves, I roll my eyes because he’s the sick bastard who likes to watch. He leans against the galley wall and enjoys an inflight show that isn’t on any screen in front of him.

I couldn’t give a fuck because it allows me time to play with Taylor’s mind a little further.

“I like the clothes on you, angel.”

She shrugs. “I would hope so; you chose them.”

Knowing she is naked under the catsuit is messing with my mind, and my balls ache as I picture her standing in front of me in the heels, as I unzip the suit and let it fall to the floor later on.

Now that the image is in my mind, I can’t shake it, and against my better judgment, I unfasten the safety belt and say huskily, “I’ll give you a tour.”

“Excuse me.” Her eyes widen, and her hand flies to her belt, almost as if she’s afraid of falling if it comes off.

I smirk, “I’ll catch you if you fall.”

Her eyes flash as she unfastens it, a hint of uncertainty in her expression as she stands, wobbling on the heels that cause her to reach my shoulder.

I take her hand in mine, gripping it firmly as I lead her away from the galley toward the middle of the jet.

I explain, “The front of the plane is our private quarters. Our men occupy the rear. The bedroom and bathroom separate the two accommodations.”

“Bedroom?” She gasps. “There’s a bedroom on board?”

“Of course.“ I shrug. “Sometimes we take longer flights and must be refreshed on arrival. This one can be split into three courtesy of the room dividers.”

I open the door and as we walk inside, she stares in amazement. “It’s so big.”

I catch a smile. “It is.”

I pride myself on our favorite toy. This jet cost millions of dollars but is worth every penny. We use it rarely, but when we do, it’s a pleasure that never gets old.

She stares at the double bed that sits to one side, and I point out the two couches.

“These convert into beds, and there are two screens that can be pulled across for privacy. It’s rare that we use them, but occasionally personal space from my brothers is desirable.”

She gazes around the room in awe, and I decide to test the control I have over my new toy and sit on the edge of the bed and say casually, “We are doing you a huge favor today, Taylor. We are ridding you of your fear of your past and your stepfather.”

She nods. “I’m thankful for that.”

“We are also turning a blind eye to your felony yesterday. Covering up a murder isn’t something that comes easily.”

She swallows hard. “I know.”

“Then tonight I will take your virginity—at your request.”

She nods, her eyes burning brightly as I whisper huskily, “That is three favors I have granted you, and now I want something back.”

“Okay.” Her voice shakes, and the sadistic bastard in me cheers as I growl, “I want you to stand in front of me and slowly unzip the catsuit. Let it fall to the floor and then turn slowly in a full circle.”

Her eyes flash as she says nothing, and her fingers fly to the zipper, her gaze not wavering for a second as she slowly does as I say.

The air stills as she slowly unzips the catsuit unemotionally, almost indifferently, as the fabric falls to her feet.

My mouth dries as I take another look at the body that captured my attention on the terrace last night.

I openly stare at her body, noting the soft skin, her full breasts and the tapering of her waist against her hips.

Her legs are long and shapely and, fuck me, they go on forever, courtesy of the high heels that she is owning right now.

The air is still, tense, straining between us, and I interrupt it with a husky, “Now get on your knees.”

To her credit, she does as I say, but the fierce flash in her eyes tells me she’s unhappy at my request.

“Have you anything to say, Taylor?”

My voice is calm, even, measured, and she nods. “I have something I want you to know.”

She stares deep into my eyes as she whispers, “I am doing this because I want to.”

“You want to be on your knees naked in front of me.”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because I have never been in this position before willingly.”

A sudden spike of heat roars through my veins as I say gruffly, “Willingly? Explain that statement.”

Her eyes cloud over. “I never realized that when I ran from one monster, there would be many more waiting to take his place.”

I say nothing, and she continues. “I told you that you were my final chance. My last opportunity to stay in Vegas. I could have changed towns and started again somewhere else. I didn’t need to go home, but I’m tired of running, Mr. Caruso.

When I found you, I had already made the decision that I was done hiding.

I want to control my fears, and you are the best person—I believe, anyway—who can help me with that, so I will bend to my knees naked before you if that is your wish.

I will do it happily knowing that I am giving you pleasure in return for you saving my life.

This is on my terms, of my will and my pleasure, and I just want you to understand that. ”

She lowers her eyes, and I’m left with an alien sense of hopelessness. With one carefully controlled speech, she has made me feel like an asshole, and as I stare at her kneeling before me, her head angled down, I hate every minute of it.

“Look at me.” I attempt to regain control of the situation, and as she obeys, I drown in the gray eyes of a sorceress. Somehow, she says and does everything I ask but retains her superiority over me. I am fascinated by that and say huskily, “Do you trust me, Taylor?”

“Of course.”

I have no reason to disbelieve her, and something tugs at my heartstrings.

“But you don’t know me, so how can you trust me?”

“I feel you, Mr. Caruso. I trust my judgment on that.”

I place my finger beneath her chin and lift her face to meet mine and whisper, “Trust must be earned, not accepted without terms. Today I will demonstrate the madness you have fallen into. Tonight you will repay my favor, and make no mistake, that’s all this is.”

“Of course.”

Her eyes burn brightly as she stares directly into mine and despite the fact she is the one kneeling naked at my feet, I am well aware that the person with all the power in the room is the woman who feels like my biggest mistake, waiting to capture every one I make and use them against me.

I am struggling and attempt to regain the upper hand.

“Turn around.”

She doesn’t question me and turns, so her back is now facing me, and as my hand slides around her delicate neck, I circle it in a firm grip. “I could kill you right now, and you would die trusting me.” I whisper savagely in her ear, and she whispers, “You could try at least.”

An image of what happened to the last man who came at her from behind paints a vivid picture in my mind, and as I gently squeeze, I growl, “Do you still trust me, angel?”

Her breathing intensifies as I restrict it, and she gasps, “I trust you.”

I increase the pressure, and my cock almost bursts through my pants as she trembles in my strong grasp. Total submission in my fingers. She wasn’t kidding; she does want this because if she didn’t, I would be a dead man right now.