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In Bed with the Hot Brothers

"You are wet, Red. I can smell your juices already." He said. I wanted to deny it but I knew he was right. The sides of my thigh were already clammy. How could he tell from afar? "No, I need to sleep. I told you I have a presentation tomorrow, right? I'm tired, I want to rest a bit." I replied. "You'll do that when I get a release. I'll make sure to be fast about it," he replied. I stood rooted on the same spot without moving. I knew he was just being civil with me. It was only a matter of time before he dragged me to his side. "Unless maybe you want me to call the others?" He asked but I could tell he was threatening me. Calling the others would end in me not getting any rest at all. "No, please," I replied walking obediently to his side. ***** Three men, one naive woman. Ziyana never knew her life would turn in the most dramatic way. She enjoyed the life of a princess until life happened. From being hated by her blood to suddenly being sold to a spoilt Mafia Lord. She thought she could navigate through it but there were two more brothers! Ruthless. Domineering. Voracious. The Niccolo Brothers' lives were full of danger and envy but these men never wanted her out of their sight. Would Ziyana be able to cope in the midst or run for her life before she get used to them?
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Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Salvatore

I touched the side of the bed only to realise that it was cold. My eyes fluttered open with shock. Knowing her, she might be thinking of running away. I shot out of bed in an instance, ready to race downstairs when I hear

The sound of water in the bathroom.

I sighed and rested back on the bed. Last night was dramatic enough. I don't want any more of it this morning. The shower went off after a while. I knew she'd be out in a matter of time, so I pretended to be asleep. Minutes later she came out and shut the door after her and tiptoed towards the walk in closet.

She looked back again, probably to check and made sure I was still sleeping. She was about to remove her towel when she stopped and turned her back to me. I wanted to keep mute and watch as she got dressed but I blurted out what was in my mind before I could stop myself

"Why did you stop?" She jerked backwards in surprise

"I knew it. You are a pervert!" She said and tightened the towel at the front. I chuckled with amusement as I sat upright. It wasn't even up to twenty four hours that I met her, yet she wouldn't stop taking me by surprise. After what happened in the early hours of this morning, I thought she'd be afraid of the house and my brothers, especially me. However, she was still acting mighty and unperturbed by anything.

She rolled her eyes and hissed, making me standing from my position. It was still early and I don't mind starting the day with something refreshing like her. I bought her , so I might as well use her for the sole purpose of what I bought her for.

Pleasure.

"Don't move any closer to me," she warned. She folded her hand across her chest. This made the plump bossom pushed up a bit. It was a ravishing sight and I wanted nothing but to lick that part with my tongue.

Even as I got closer, she didn't flinch a bit at the proximity between us. She remained still and steady but I knew better. Her breathings were uneven. I could feel her nervousness betraying the sturdy expression she wore.

Oh, Red. I'm going to enjoy all of your body. I'll make you beg. Just you wait.

I finally got to her and tucked her damp hair behind her ears. I made sure to graze my fingers on her skin as I did this. It was my signature move.

"There's no need to act up, Red". I said and began to play with her hair. Still, she resisted the tension and held her head high. I released her hair and swept my fingers across the top of her breast which was exposed a bit.

"Don't touch me," she seethed.

"Or what?" I asked as I looked deeply in her eyes. They were red, matching the fiery red colour of her hair. Her eyes were scornful and full of hatred but I didn't mind. The only thing on my mind was to see what lies behind the towel.

"Drop your hands," I commanded, but she shook her head, refusing to follow my command.

"Don't make me force you, Red," I warned.

"I won't do anything I don't want to do. Stop treating me like you own me," she said,

"But I do own you. You cost a lot more than any merchandise I've ever bought. You have to make it worthwhile."

"What sort of man buys a human and refers to her as a merchandise? A weakling," she said, replying to herself. "That's what you are, you pride yourself with taunting the powerless. You are nothing but a funk, a big fucking baby!"

Her words stung me deeply but I quickly masked my emotions. She was merely trying to play with me and get me angry. But I won't let her spoil the fun, at least till she realises that I'm no joke.

"I love your guts and You should be glad that I don't like meek women. I want them spirited, just like you." Before she could process what I wanted to do, I grabbed her hands and wrenched the sides of the towel from her palms.

I clipped her hands in mine and held it in place on the door of the closet. I brought my other hand up and played with her cheeks. At this point, she was getting squeaky and trying to wriggle out her hand.

"You can't go unless I let you go, so calm down," I said huskily. My hands found the edge of the side of the towel which was tucked underneath her armpit. I was about to tug at it when she spoke.

"Salvatore," she said, calling me my name as opposed to the insulting words she's been throwing around.

"Please, don't do it," she pleaded but I was already anticipating too much to accept. Since I saw what was underneath under that light, and when she grinded her butt against my cock, I've wanted nothing but to see her without clothes. Now that I am seconds away from getting what I want, nothing can stop me.

"It's already late", I said as I finally removed the towel from her body.

Fuck.

Her tits were bigger than I had thought and her nipples were big and taut. The cool breeze coming from the window hit her skin. Goosebumps showed on her skin immediately and made her nipples tightened more. With care, my index and middle finger held her left nipples and caressed them.

"Stop touching me," she said, biting her lips with force. I saw traces of blood on her lips as she finally released them.

"Don't tell me what to do." I said, growling like a beast with want. My cock was already hard and throbbing. I pressed my lower part against her, grinding into her. Unable to stop myself, I squeezed her left breast and kissed the sides of her cheeks.

"Why?" I asked.

"Why what?" She queried.

"Why were you at Arena Glitz last night? Who traded you up like a piece of shit? Was it your parents?" I asked. The last question triggered some sort of energy from her, catching me unaware. She pushed me away and grabbed the towel laying on the floor. She rushed towards the entrance of the bathroom and shut the door with a bang.

"I won't tell you anything. Do your worst!" she screamed. She got inside and shut the door with a bang.

Crap! I had been too carried away by her presence and tits. I cleared my voice and walked to the table beside my phone. I had to get the info on her like Stefano requested or I'll have to say goodbye to Red. Even though I acted all pompous, I knew I'd have to dump her if Stefano insisted but I don't want that. She seems like an interesting girl. Plus, it's been long since I found someone who ticked all I had on my list.

I picked my phone from the drawers,ready to find the answers that I needed. If she wouldn't give them to me, then I'll find them out.

"Amir," I said immediately as he picked the call. "I have a job for you. I want you to get me the info before the sun sets and you have to be as discreet as possible."

"Aye, Captain."

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