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“You always use protection? But… with me…”
“Not with you.” I rise from the chair, towering over her, forcing her to crane her neck and stare up at me. “Never with you. I told you that we are fucking bound. No barriers.”
I palm her neck, then lower my mouth, sucking gently at her ear until she shivers and gasps. Releasing that slip of skin from between my teeth, I murmur hotly, “You have no fucking idea what it feels like to be inside you with nothing between us. To feel how fucking wet you are, gripping me the way you do. Like your pussy can’t get enough of me even if that stubborn little mouth won’t admit it.”
She looks pissed, and almost a little guilty, no doubt because she knows I’m right.
I can’t stop myself from sucking her ear into my mouth again, then nipping down along her throat. She shudders, then plants two ineffectual hands against my chest.
“I have homework,” she objects. “I need to… to…”
She’s losing her train of thought as I lick the sensitive places her heart beats.
But her homework is important, especially since I know that she skipped some of her classes while I was indisposed.
“Go,” I say, taking one last, obsessive inhale against her skin, my cock twitching, before I straighten up. “Now. Or else I’ll be coming inside you again and this time it won’t be your mouth.”
She turns and runs like prey.
Chapter 31
Deirdre
I don’t see Elio again that night. Apparently he has a business meeting with Valentina’s fiancé, Dario Fabbri, as well as Dario’s father. Something to do with a financing deal the Titones are offering in relation to a real estate development in Northern Ontario. Other than a quick meeting with Doctor Morelli, when he gives me my first pack of birth control pills to start taking tonight, I don’t interact much with anyone.
Alone, I think about sleeping in the other bed, the one I haven’t touched in weeks. But I can only imagine what would happen if he came home late at night and found me there. Either he’d slide right in beside me so that I didn’t have any distance from him at all.
Or he’d drag me out by the hair and take me back to his bed to punish me. So far, he’s been willing not to come inside me. I figure it’s better not to push him now.
Besides, I’ve gotten used to his bed, as crazy as that is. Even though Rosa changes the sheets every day, the bed still smells like him. I curl amongst the pillows and I fall asleep alone.
I’m alone when I wake up in the morning, too.
But clearly, Elio has been here at some point in the night. Because the first thing I see when I open my eyes is a small box on the bedside table that I know for a fact wasn’t there last night. Behind the box is a vase exploding with roses, each one of them with petals as rich and uniformly black as Elio’s leather gloves.
I sit up in bed, stroking along the edge of one of the black petals. It’s so luscious, almost like it would melt at the heat of my touch, like frosting.
“He had to go with black,” I say with a slight chuckle, brushing some of my hair out of my face. It’s dark and dramatic and so positively Elio. I let my eyes fall from the flowers to the box. I don’t move to touch it for a long time, staring at the envelope on top of the perfectly-wrapped shiny silver box.
But ultimately, my curiosity overpowers any reluctance. I take the envelope from the top of the box and open it, pulling out a plain, thick white card.
Songbird,
I hope you enjoy the flowers and the gift. Wear something nice later because I’m taking you out.
Happy Valentine’s Day.
Eternally yours,
Your future husband
I stare at the card so long the words all blur together. This cannot be fucking real. Elio Titone wrote me a Valentine’s Day card?!
I completely forgot today even was Valentine’s Day. With being so worried about him, the days have been slipping by almost completely unnoticed. But even so, even knowing what day it is now, this completely confounds me. Elio does not seem like a Valentine sort of guy. He’s the kind of guy who’d send somebody a severed hand before he sent them a card.
Was I supposed to get him something? What the hell do you get the horrifically rich man who kidnapped you, used your debt against you, and manipulated you into agreeing to marry him?
