Wait. Was that making love or fucking? Or just sex? Maybe it was breeding. That thought hits me hard. Is that the only reason I’m here? It’s all he seems to talk about. Putting his child inside me. I shake the thought from my head.
“Get dressed, angel. Then you can eat breakfast and explore the house if you like.” He leans down, kissing me. “Don’t wash this off.” His hand parts my legs, and two fingers run along my sex before he’s pushing them inside me. I moan just as he pulls them out and licks them then brings them to his nose. “I’m going to love smelling you on my fingers. It’ll get me through the day while I’m away from you.” He smirks, and I blush.
“Tease,” I say admonishingly, and wink at him. For a second he looks like he might pounce on me again, and I don’t want to be the reason he’s even later to work. So I change the subject. “Are you leaving?” I don’t want to be in the house alone, even though I’m guessing there’s plenty of staff. I don’t want him to leave. I want to be able to go to him if I need something.
“No, I’ll be in my office. It’s the first door on the left when you come in the main entrance of the house.”
I nod, feeling a little better.
“Explore anywhere you like. Nothing is off limits to you,” he tells me before leaning in and giving me another kiss. He pulls back and looks at the clock. “I’m never late,” he says, more to himself. “Be a good girl.” He unlocks the door and takes one last look at me before leaving and shutting the door behind him.
I stand from the bed, feeling a little out of place. I grab Salvatore’s button-up shirt from the night before, sliding it over my head.
Everything feels like a dream. I’ve never been more loved in my life than I have these past few hours.
I make my way to the door and down to the kitchen. This house is so big I’m not even sure how I found it on the first try.
“Ma’am.” The man in the kitchen greets me and nods toward the plate on the breakfast bar.
I walk over and sit down, digging into the eggs and bacon. “This is wonderful,” I tell him. He smiles and goes back to cleaning the kitchen. I eat everything on my plate after realizing just how hungry I was.
“Thank you,” I say before standing from the stool as the man takes my plate.
“Would you like more?” he asks. I shake my head. I’ll burst if I eat more.
I turn from the kitchen. I want to finally explore the house, but I don’t make it far before I run into a man.
“What do we have here? Castello has a new girl?” My body freezes at his words. His hands are locked on my shoulders and I can’t move. I stare up at him, frozen with fear and unable to find words. “I can see why he kept you.” His eyes travel over my body, and though Salvatore’s shirt covers me more than most dresses, I feel naked.
Suddenly the man is being pulled from me and he’s hitting the floor. Salvatore looms over him as the man lies on the floor with his face bleeding. It all happened so fast, I can only stand there in shock.
Salvatore’s eyes come to mine. They’re so cold I take a step away from him. “What the fuck are you wearing?” he snaps at me.
He’s never talked to me in this tone before. Not even the night I saw him commit murder. Maybe I’m getting the real him now.
I don’t answer him. I don’t think I can.
“Go to our room now,” he hisses.
My eyes water as I move past him. He reaches out for me, but I dodge his hand. I hear him curse behind me, but I keep going until I hit the stairs and go straight for our room.
When I get there I see boxes everywhere. I flip one of the lids to see they contain my belongings. On top is my waitress dress, and I grab it. I check the clock and a plan forms in my mind. My shift starts soon, so I slip it on and pull my hair into a ponytail before heading downstairs.
When I get to the bottom, I see the man on the floor is gone, and so is Salvatore. I pull open the front door and come face to face with someone bigger than the Hulk. The man won’t meet my eyes, but he won’t let me pass.
“I’m leaving,” I tell him, but he shakes his head. He lifts his phone from his pocket and presses a button. Salvatore appears beside me in seconds.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he growls. I see his hands are red. His knuckles are bleeding.
“To work,” I say, crossing my arms over my chest.
His eyes narrow on me. “Your only job is belonging to me.”
“Maybe I don’t want to belong to you anymore.” His jaw tightens and I can practically hear his teeth grinding. “I want to go to work.”