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My arms are pinned above my head. As I struggle, the ropes dig painfully into my wrists, causing me to quickly abandon my attempts.

“Don’t do that,” another familiar voice says from my right.

The taxi driver. My stalker from last night.

“We can’t have any marks on you. Deal’s off otherwise.”

Deal?

I suck in a breath.

The room falls silent as the main guy at the foot of the bed pulls out his phone. “Sit tight, angel.”

I stiffen at his use of the word. There’s only one person who calls me that. I look down and I’m still under the covers, my body hidden from them.

The three guys all walk out, and the silence becomes deafening. I kick out on the bed, thrashing my body, trying to free my wrists. No matter how much it hurts, I have to get out.

The door clicks again, and my heart rate spikes as heavy footsteps draw closer.

Throughteary eyes, he comes into view. In his navy suit and an expression I can only explain as pure fury on his face. Despite his anger, relief washes over me, followed closely by my own rage.

“Took you long enough?” I spit out, tugging my weak arms at the ropes.

He stops at the foot of the bed, his eyes fixed on me. “You don’t get to run from me, dolcezza.”

A lump forms in my throat.

I really am in trouble.

“Look, untie me and we can go back and talk about this.” I give him a small smile to try to appease him.

“Do you honestly believe that’s how this is going to go, Zara?”

He reaches the edge of the bed, his fingers closing tightly around my throat. Desperate for air, I strain my neck, trying to inhale.

As he eases his grip, I gasp for breath, my heart pounding in my ears.

“Frankie, please,” I choke out.

He tips his head to the side, his thumb brushing against my lower lip.

“There isn’t a single corner you could run to where I wouldn’t scorch the earth to find you. I told you, you belong to me. Understand?” His dark eyes pierce into me.

I’m not scared of him.

The way he touches me has the opposite effect.

“Y-yes. Sir.”

25

FRANKIE

I slam my lips over hers the second she calls me “sir”.

“I can’t wait to punish you,” I whisper against her lips.

With her eyes widening in disbelief, I gently run my fingers along her cheek. Even she can’t hide the desire that appears at my mention of that, I doubt she’s experienced anything quite like what I have planned for her.

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