Ruthless Prince (Dark Syndicate 1)

Massimo and I have this continuous up and down cycle. We’re back and forward, and he changes like the wind. My heart, however, clings to something it wants from him. Something I only feel with him.

I finish reading my novel and head back inside when it gets dark. Covered in sand, I start taking off my clothes when I step into the room.

I don’t see Massimo until he comes out of the walk-in closet and startles me. Instinct makes me reach for the beach towel to cover my nakedness.

With my hand at my heart, I try to calm my breathing.

“I didn’t know you were in here,” I say, feeling foolish. This is his room. He’s usually home by now, except he’d be in his office or the study, on the phone, making business calls.

A sensual smile slides across his lips as he gives me a once-over that makes my nerves scatter and tingle with heat. “That a problem? When last I checked, it shouldn’t be. This is our room, after all.”

Our room… It’s a nice thought.

“No. It’s not a problem. I was just going to shower,” I reply.

“I’ll join you,” he answers, stepping forward.

When he walks up to me and stops a breath away, he feels like the Massimo I’m used to. He definitely becomes himself when he tugs the towel away from my body, revealing my nakedness.

He looks me over with appreciation. My cheeks burn. I haven’t been naked in front of him in over a month.

“Come, let’s go,” he says, then, with on hand on my ass, he ushers me into the bathroom, where he takes his clothes off and we both step into the shower.

With the water on a light spray and his arms placed on either side of me, it feels like I’ve stepped back in time to the people we were weeks ago.

I gaze up at him as he stares at me like he’s expecting something.

“What are we doing?” I say, barely above a whisper.

“Waiting.”

“Waiting for what?”

“You.”

I narrow my eyes, not understanding. “What do you mean? Why are we waiting for me?”

“Emelia, I won’t be with you when you have another man on your mind. When I kiss you, you’re kissing me. When I’m inside you, I want you to be thinking of me only. So… we’re waiting on you, Princesca.” The words roll off his tongue.

When he leans forward and looms before me, I feel it. That wild sexual energy that always consumes me when I’m with him floods me, and I’m paralyzed by the need and desire.

I reach forward and lightly run my finger over the tattoo of the angel inked on his heart.

I trace the outline of the wings and trail down to his navel, lingering by the fine dark hair of his happy trail.

He touches my cheek and turns his smile up a notch. “You want me.”

I hold his gaze. “Do you want me?”

“Always… I always want to fuck you.”

He moves forward to kiss me, but I turn my face away, causing his lips to brush my cheek. It’s the first time I’ve ever done that, and it surprises him.

He catches my face, holds me tight so I can’t look away, and presses me into the wall, pushing his cock into my belly.

“What? I can’t know what you’re mad at me for if you don’t tell me. What are you pissed at me for today?”

“How often do you go to the strip club?” I ask. I already know it pisses him off when I talk like this, but he’s right. I’m still pissed that he even owns a strip club, and that he goes there.