Page 150 of Condemned By Pain
He pauses, fingers hovering over the keyboard, watching me.
I walk toward him. “You know how many times I’ve dreamed of you sitting likethis in my room?”
He sets the laptop aside and grabs my ass, pulling me onto his thighs.
“Tell me.”
I smile, feeling the mask crack around my mouth. “I wrote it all down. You’ll have to read it and find out.” I trace his collarbones. “By the way, the house is ours now. For a whole week.”
He hums.
I glance down at his bare chest and abs. “Why aren’t you wearing a shirt?”
He kisses my shoulder. “So I can feel you against my skin.”
I trail my fingers down his chest, over his stomach, tracing the old scars scattered there.
“You’re hot, Mr. De Falco.” I say it in a flirty tone, and his dick responds perfectly beneath me.
Rosie nudges my leg with her nose and lets out a short bark. I look down at her.
“What’s up, baby?”
She circles—her universal signal for I need to go out. I slide off Salvario’s lap.
“Eat your breakfast. I’m taking Rosie out.”
He looks down at her, then back at me. “You go wash that thing off your face. I’ll take her out.”
“Absolutely not. The guards will see you.”
“I won’t leave the house. Just open the door for her.”
I grin. More cracks appear in my mask. I must look ridiculous right now.
“You know I love you, right?”
He stands. In his gray sweatpants, no shirt, ruffled hair—he looks so... normal. It tugs at something in me, reminds me of a conversation we need to have.
He kisses my head. “I love you too.”
Rosie barks again; Salvario moves toward the door. I ogle his sexy back until he walks out with Rosie at his heels.
I sigh, smiling, and head to the bathroom.
Salvario
“How did you get past the security?” she asks, mouth full of toast.
“I hacked it. Disabled certain parts.” I reach out and wipe a crumb from the corner of her mouth.
She smiles. “I still can’t believe we’re having breakfast together.”
I can. This is time I stole for us.I overheard her grandparents mention this trip four days ago. I worked without pause since then, hacking the security system here.
“Won’t anyone find out you tampered with it?”
“No. I don’t leave traces.”
