Page 22 of Caruso (Vegas Mafia #3)
Chapter Twenty-Two
Giorgio
I am going slowly mad. Taylor has been living here for seven days already, and most of the time Matteo has kept her locked in his fucking bedroom. I’m antsy as hell, and even fucking half of the customers hasn’t dulled my lust for one woman.
However, today Matteo has business in another state and has decided to take pity on me.
I meet him for breakfast while Taylor takes a shower, and he groans.
“I’m trusting you to take care of her today.”
“You know what that means.”
His knuckles tense. “Just don’t hurt her.”
We had an agreement, and my brother never backs out of one between brothers despite the fact he will be hating every second of this. He likes her. More than likes her, and that makes three of us.
Tommaso still won’t admit it, but his gaze lingers on her when she is otherwise occupied. He has also been banging the women I pass by, and between us we have ruined half of the women who checked into The Artemis.
What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, and I’m guessing they will be back sooner rather than later in the hope of a repeat performance.
They never get one, and if my brother is anything to go by, they may never get a chance again because, surprisingly, he is now a one-woman man, and nobody is more surprised by that than me.
“The guy, Jason. Is this about him?”
I refer to Taylor’s mysterious stranger from her past, and Matteo nods, a grim set to his jaw.
“I had word of a fighter tearing through every contender in Cincinnati. He fights under the protection of Jarvis Brooks. I’m paying him a visit. This could be our man.”
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 will not be 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.
“Matteo knows the score. He wants me to take good care of you but not to ruin you in the process.”
“He said that?”
I run my thumb over her lips and wonder how amazing they would look swollen and bruised from my attention. I decide to test the theory.
With no warning I unleash an assault on her mouth that results in a soft groan from deep inside her as my tongue invades hers, catching it in my mine as I bite down sharply on that lip, licking the blood, sucking it up, causing her lip to swell to double its size as I make my mark.
“That hurt.”
Her eyes glare, but the excitement in them tells me she loved every minute of that, and I shrug. “Get used to it. I won’t apologize for wanting to eat you whole.”
I push my hand under her camisole and squeeze her nipple hard, causing her to yelp and attempt to pull away.
I grip it hard and bite her neck, and she gasps, “You’re hurting me.”
I ignore her protests, pushing her boundaries, and a sudden punch to my stomach brings me to my senses far quicker than any word or scream.
“That fucking hurt.” I groan as she glares at me.
“Good.”
It reminds me that Taylor can defend herself, and I look forward to testing her further.
“The man.” She jerks her head toward the door. “What did he do?”
She appears concerned for him, and I relish that expression changing when she discovers why he is here.
“He checked in two days ago and spent the nights gaming in the casino. He was caught stealing chips from customers who didn’t even realize it.
It appears he stole two hundred thousand dollars worth of chips and cashed them in at intervals, different cashiers every time so as not to raise suspicion. ”
“How did you catch him?”
Taylor’s eyes are wide, and I run my hand down her pretty face and whisper against her lips.
“Security followed him, and when he entered his room, they went in after him.”
“And brought him here?”
“Of course.”
“Why, of course, there is such a thing as calling the cops and prosecuting him?”
I smirk, stroking the side of her face while staring into her eyes.
“Where is the fun in that, little one?”
She shakes her head and whispers, “I’m a little worried that I understand your madness, Giorgio. What are you hiding inside that crazy mind of yours?”
“A horror story, angel.”
She surprises me by leaning closer and pressing her lips to mine, softly, featherlike, almost reverent, and I freeze, unused to such demonstrations of affection. To be honest, I rarely kiss unless it involves some kind of pain, and yet this is sweet, soothing and addictive.
I don’t react and wait for her to call the shots, again, something that is alien to me.
She presses in harder, a little deeper, and as her teeth graze my bottom lip, she bites down softly on it,dishing out none of the pain I gave to her, merely a pleasant friction that soothes rather than destroys .
She shifts closer, pressing in further, and her tits press against my chest, the thin fabric of my shirt the smallest barrier.
She is fresh from the shower and smells of roses. Unspoilt, no designer perfume, innocent—almost.
Her fingers slide into my hair, and she pulls me in deeper, her tongue finding mine, leisurely and hesitant.
A soft moan comes from deep inside her as she explores me without interruption, her fingers edging inside my shirt, rippling over my muscles like the softest cashmere.
I am still, unresponsive, almost a statue as she takes what she wants from me, unconcerned that I am holding back.
She moves and sits astride me, her pussy grinding against my cock, and she pulls away, transferring the kisses to my face before traveling down to my neck.
She sucks in the flesh, her tongue dragging against my skin, causing a shiver to ripple through my body at how sexy she is. It’s as if an angel is breathing life into a marble statue, the cold hard stone gradually finding out what life feels like.
I am mesmerized by how erotic this is. A simple kiss, a few soft touches and silence. It’s not hard, cruel or frantic; she is taking her time, and I am not about to hurry this. We have two days, and what a pleasant time we will have.