Page 17 of Caruso (Vegas Mafia #3)

Chapter Seventeen

Taylor

I am fast realizing the benefits of having my own room. As soon as I head inside my personal sanctuary, it’s as if I can breathe again. The brothers are intense. Too much so. I am always on my guard around them because they keep their emotions in check.

It’s as if molten steel hangs off their words, and their expressions are sculpted from marble. Hard, unyielding and yet so beautiful, they take my breath away.

For the longest minute I stand with my back against the door and just breathe. Something I haven’t done since I left the room this morning.

I set my mood accordingly when I left. I’ve already realized that signs of weakness won’t be tolerated in this world. Plus, there was the destination.

Going home was a pilgrimage, if you like. A long time coming and an ending – definitely for Carl Bridge.

A wicked smile replaces fear, and I smooth my hands down my catsuit, relishing the power I experienced when I ended years of abuse. The tables turned, and rather than be repelled by what I did, it excited me.

As I unzip the catsuit, I relive the moment on the plane when Matteo commanded me. As the fabric pooled at my feet, I was liberated from fear. That is how it felt. No shame here—merely empowerment.

I was compelled to remind him of that, just in case he had the notion I was afraid of him. Weak if you like—his to command.

I wander into the huge bathroom, where the tub is my new favorite toy, but I don’t have time for a soak tonight.

Destiny is beckoning, so I turn my attention to the walk-in shower instead.

The jets throw out instant heat, and as the near-scalding water rains down and around my body, it’s as if I am basking in the fires of hell. The heat of my ruin—a baptism of fire.

Tonight, I become his. Step one of an inevitable plan.

I’m under no illusion they all want me. One will never be enough because all three brothers offer something irresistible.

It amuses me when I picture losing my virginity at the ripe age of twenty-three.

I’m guessing once I begin, there will be no stopping me.

They excite me—all of them for different reasons.

Matteo is the steady one, the most normal if you like. Protective, level-headed, almost caring yet ruthless in his desire to protect his family—his business.

Giorgio is a psychopath. A lovable murderer who uses humor to disguise the madness. I see it in his eyes, and I recognize it. It’s a reflection of what exists in my soul.

I wonder what sex would be like with a man like him.

I shiver in anticipation.

As I towel off, my thoughts turn to Tommaso. The hate-fuelled brother who pretends to be indifferent. He is to a point, but it burns beneath the surface. The longing, the rage and the promise of wrecking my heart. All three brothers have that capability, and that is part of the attraction, I guess.

What have I got to lose? I lost my soul years ago, so I may as well have some fun with what’s left.

The biggest surprise of the day, however, is when I wander into the walk-in closet, expecting to find the gold dress from yesterday.

My eyes widen in shock as I note the bulging rails and neatly folded clothes of every type on the shelves and nestling in the drawers.

Is this a mirage?

My mouth drops open as I regard everything a girl could ever need crammed inside luxury. On the hook by the full length baroque style mirror is a red sequined dress, matching silk heels beneath it. No underwear, of course, and I bite back my grin.

Let the games begin.

Thirty minutes to the dot, I head to the living area just like before, striding confidently on the heels, loving the caress of the material on my naked body.

No makeup, with my hair once again slicked back from the shower.

The roots are beginning to show, and I wonder if Matteo would allow me to grab some more hair dye from the store.

I want my hair to be dark. The blackest shade with streaks of red this time.

I’m not the doe-eyed blonde I once was. I reinvented myself when I left Oklahoma.

As I head into the room, he is waiting, and my mouth dries when I connect with his loaded gaze. I could drown in those wicked eyes.

He has showered and changed into silk pants that hang low on his hips, revealing the perfect V that tapers to his muscled abdomen. He is bare-chested, the muscles dancing on tribal ink that winds its way around his body, a gold chain the only adornment because aside from the pants he is naked.

“It’s the hunger in his eyes that almost stops me in my tracks. The way his gaze rakes my body with intent, desire and a promise.

“I’m overdressed.” I state the fucking obvious, and he shakes his head.

“You are perfect.”

As I make to approach him, his voice hits me like whiplash.

“Stop.”

I falter, and he says huskily, “Turn around slowly in a circle; I want to look at you.”

I do as he says, enjoying the effect I am having on him because if this were the jungle, he is the lion sizing up his next meal .

“You are beautiful, Taylor.”

His voice softens, and he holds out his hand.

“Come, the first course has arrived.”

I move toward him, and as his hand wraps around mine, a delicious thrill surges through my body at the contact.

His thumb grazes my skin, and his eyes are heavy with lust as he says huskily, “You are overdressed. Allow me.”

He reaches behind me and unzips the dress, and as it falls to the floor, I stand before him in nothing but the heels and a happy smile.

His eyes darken with lust as he steps before me and tips my face to his and kisses me softly, almost featherlike, causing shivers of desire to ripple through my body like a soft breeze in a meadow.

I close my eyes and enjoy the sensation, his rough jaw scratching against my soft skin, reminding me of the danger I’m in.

His hand strokes my neck softly, tenderly even, the other hand wraps around my waist and pulls me flush against him. The fabric of his pants doing nothing to disguise the enormous cock pressed against my pussy.

I’m already delirious with an ache inside me that reminds me this experience is long overdue. It’s more sensual than I thought it would be, sexy even.

His kiss deepens, and as my lips part, his tongue searches for mine, clasping it in ownership as he enters me in one way while promising another even sweeter way to come.

A sudden pain as he bites my lip drives a thrill through my body as it recognizes his dominance.

His hands travel down my body, pressing against my skin, claiming me as his.

I am naked. I have nothing to hide, and as his thumb rubs against my clit, I moan as the sweet sensation winds a river through my entire body, causing me to press in closer, desperate for more.

His mouth leaves mine and travels to my back, his teeth clamping down as he sucks the delicate skin. He feeds off my naivety, and I am happy to let him. He knows what he is doing, and I do not.

He thrusts two fingers inside me, and I moan as they hit the spot, and as they pump inside and out, I nearly fall. His other hand clutches my ass, and I almost cry out in shock when he inserts one finger into my ass, controlling two of my holes as he fastens his lips on the third.

He kisses like a hungry wolf who is about to eat me whole, and my mind loses focus as he invades me from three angles at once. I groan into his mouth as his fingers work their magic and the heat builds inside my body to a point I can no longer control it.

I bear down on his fingers, a small scream at the back of my throat as my orgasm rocks through me as it takes no prisoners.

I forget where I am, what I am not wearing and focus instead on the fact my body has opened like a flower to a man who certainly knows his way around it.

As I come hard, he kisses me hard, commanding my attention, reminding me he is a part of this, and he fists my hair and kisses me with a brutality that will show for days on my lips.

Bruised, swollen and damaged.

He is relentless as he replaces soft pleasure with pain, and my mind is struggling to keep up as I slump against him, dizzy with what just happened but every nerve I possess, tingling with pleasure.