Ruthless Prince (Dark Syndicate 1)

I smile at that. I’m about to say something when I see it. A flow of pink light ahead of us.

It gets brighter and brighter as we approach, and I wonder what it could be.

Moments later, I get my answer when I see a flock of flamingos resting on either side of the riverbank. There are so many that the color they create together against the setting sunlight looks like a bask of pink light.

It’s not long before I’m transported into a dark fantasy.

“Oh my God… this is beautiful,” I breathe. I can’t resist the smile that fills my face and the warmth that covers my heart.

“Yeah. It is.” Massimo nods. “What do you see?”

“All kinds of things.”

“Tell me.”

I’m touched that he wants to hear about the creativity that sparks my mind. I’m intrigued that he wants to hear so much about me.

As I talk, it feels like sharing pieces of my soul.

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Massimo

I listened to her talk.

All day, I’ve found the sound of her voice soothing. Hearing her talk about art and what she sees when she looks at the beautiful surroundings I shared with my mother calmed my soul.

I’m grateful we took this trip. I needed it.

Night falls, and the pink light fades. The moonlight and stars take over the night, and we head back.

I wouldn’t normally be out so late on the river because the woods can attract all kinds of people. Today was an exception. There’s only one person who knows we’re here today, and that’s Darius, my custodian.

I didn’t even tell Pa.

I wanted today to be about Emelia and me, and I want tonight to be about us too.

We get back to the riverbank, and I help her get out of the boat. I never expected it to start raining. It does when we’re halfway back to the cottage, and by the time we reach the door, it’s pouring. We run back inside, soaked. I’m so wet my clothes cling to me and my hair slicks down my face.

Emelia, on the other hand, looks like an erotic mermaid with her slick, wet hair and her white tank top clinging to her breasts. Completely see-through. Her rose-tipped nipples press against the fabric of her clothes, begging to be sucked, and the flowery scent of her arousal hardens my cock.

She sees me looking at her, and I’m pleased when she doesn’t try to hide from me.

Instead, she steps forward with a seductive look in her eyes that’s sexy as fuck.

She tugs on the edge of my shirt, pulling it from the waistband of my pants.

“Be careful, Princesca. You keep looking at me like that, and there’s only one thing we’ll be doing tonight.”

“As long as we don’t just do it once.” She smiles. I cup her beautiful, beautiful face.

“When have I ever fucked you just once?”

She shakes her head. “Never, I just don’t want us to start tonight.”

“We won’t,” I promise before I steal her next words with a kiss. I taste her sweetness. I want it all. I want her and everything that makes her, her.

I run my fingers down her neck and over her elegant sho