Page 14 of Savage Don

This is the girl I need. She’s the one who will help me get everything I’ve ever wanted. It’s just a bonus that she’s so fucking gorgeous.

“It was nice meeting you, too, Francesca.” Finally.

“I guess I’ll see you around. You know, since you work here and all,” she says, a subtle tease lacing her words—like she knows I’m not being completely honest with her, but she doesn’t really mind. All of a sudden, though, she freezes. “Wait… how did you know my name?”

“Your friend just shouted it out,” I remind her with a playful smirk.

Shit. That was close.

Francesca doesn’t need to know how long I’ve really known her name. Not yet.

“Oh, I guess you’re right,” she remembers. Still, she scrunches her cute little button nose as if something doesn’t quite smell right.

Really, a girl like her should know better than to fraternize with an older man who just walked out of the shadows. But I think when she’s on campus, Francesca tries her best to be anything but the girl she really is.

“I’m Ray,” I say, reaching out my hand in an attempt to sooth her suspicions.

Truthfully, though, I just want to touch her. This is becoming real. My plan is taking form. My fantasies are so close to becoming reality. I just need to fight back my brutish instincts and let the puppet master take over.

To my surprise, Francesca hardly hesitates to take my hand.

Fuck. Her skin is so warm and tender. For the first time since I started stalking her, I’m almost glad to be back on this hellish campus, no matter how bad my memories of it are.

“Ray…” she whispers under her breath, cataloguing my name for another time.

“Francesca,” I whisper right back, savoring her touch, knowing just how much more of her I’m about to take.

… It just won’t happen tonight.

Still, by the time our fingers fall apart, I’m biting the inside of my lip so hard that I’m ready to draw blood, and that’s only if there’s any left outside of the scorching river that has rushed to my cock.

It’s a good thing I’m wearing dark pants, otherwise I might actually scare the poor girl.

There’s no way she’s experienced enough to handle what I have to give her—which is why, if all is to go according to plan, I’m going to have to warm her up first.

Not that I have an eternity to spare.

With one last curious look, Francesca slips away and floats over to her friend. I watch them go, each giggling to each other as they try to subtly look back over their shoulders at me.

She likes the way I look. I can tell.

That’s good. It will make everything so much easier.

Soon, it will be time to see if she likes the way I feel, too.

But even that will have to remain professional. For as attractive as I find the pretty little fawn, she can’t be anything more than a pawn.

If my plan is going to succeed, I’m going to have to control my desire for her.

Right now, all of the power that I’ve worked so hard for is stuck beneath a ticking time bomb. And the only way I’m going to keep it from exploding in my face is through her.

Francesca Galli.

My enemy’s daughter.

Tonight, I broke the first seal.

She’s seen me. And it won’t be long before she sees even more.