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I chew on my lower lip. “Tell me a secret.”

He digs his fingers into my thigh. “I’m not one for pillow talk.”

“You want me? Tell me a secret.”

“You don’t think I could force your legs apart right now and fuck you?”

“You could, but you’re not a rapist.” I’ve heard plenty of rumors about him, yet not one of sexual assault. “Now, tell me something no one knows.” I drop my hand to his, which is underneath my nightie, wrap my fingers around his wrist, and hold it still.

He can overpower me, like he said. It’s a risk I’ll take.

His face clouds with frustration as he peers down at our hands. “I don’t respond well to ultimatums.”

I ease my legs open a few inches and guide our hands between them along my folds. Even though I try, I can’t choke back my groans.

Antonio’s jaw clenches, making it clear he wants to rip me apart. “If I tell you something, I get to hold you down, tie you up, do whatever the fuck I want to do with you.”

“One secret. One touch.”

“Fuck off,” he snarls, shoving my hand off as if it suddenly bit him. “If I entertain your game, I want more than a simple touch.”

“Fine.” I’m testing him, but I still desperately want him. “One secret. You can do whatever you want for five seconds.” I holdup a finger and stare at him seriously. “No sex. I won’t give you that.”

“My secret is that I’m seriously considering sticking my cock inside you, consent or not. To see how well you can take it.” He roughly presses my legs farther apart.

I squeeze my legs together again. “Nice try, but that doesn’t qualify.”

His face is untrusting as his Adam’s apple bobs.

A hush falls over the room.

Antonio doesn’t possess that type of relationship with me.

He doesn’t with anyone.

Sharing secrets is seen as a weakness and stigmatized in our world.

He rears back, and I’m positive he’s leaving. But he doesn’t.

“I dread the day my brother succeeds the family.” His voice is low—so low—and controlled. He speaks precisely, with every word carefully chosen.

Then he immediately parts my legs and jams two fingers inside me.

I close my eyes as he strokes me. “Is that because you want to take over?”

He works his fingers in and out of me, and even with my eyes closed, I can feel his gaze on my face. “No, but the day he does, our entire family is fucked.”

“Everyone says you’d make a better boss anyway.”

“No need to stroke my ego, princess. I already plan to eat your pussy.”

He’s surpassed his five-seconds limit.

Not that I’m complaining.

I squirm beneath him. “I’m not stroking anything of yours again.”

“Lies, Giana.Fucking lies.”

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