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A brilliant smile broke across his face. “I think you’re softening toward me. One of these days, I dare say you might learn to stop hating me.”

“Don’t hold your breath.”

He chuckled, scooting closer, his palm sliding over my cheek. “One day, maybe you could learn to even love me.”

My lids rounded and my heart skipped. Was he serious? We barely knew one another.

His thumb stroking my mouth, his grin wavered. “You stick with me, Chazzy, you behave, you obey,” he added with a silent warning, his stare bearing into mine. “You will never struggle another day in your life. I will cherish you.” He paused, tilting his head. “I will give you my name, give you children, and make you royalty.”

My heart sank, the breath draining from my lungs. What the hell was he saying? Four weeks! We met four weeks ago! And he was talking marriage and kids and forever? This was insane. The twenty grand a month and this unreal penthouse were already hard to swallow, now he was giving me an allowance and planning a happily ever after?

Trembling, I whispered, “Are you trying to buy me, Milo?”

A chuckle pushed through his nose, his lips brushing mine. “You’re already bought, Chazzy. Accept it. You’re mine and I’m not letting you go. Just go with the flow and enjoy the life I’m giving you.”

“But—”

His brows dipped and he roughly tugged me closer. “You keep saying ‘but,’ and it pisses me off. I always!” he barked, his irises almost black, they were so dark. “Get what I want. I wanted you, I bought you, you are mine. All you need to do is sit back, let me pamper you, and enjoy the rest of your life as a very rich, very powerful woman. What’s so bad about what I’m giving you?”

The fact that there was no love between us, and he had a slew of other women stashed around the city. Christ, probably the country.

“You want to go back to that rundown apartment? Busting your ass every day until you’re exhausted at the end of the day, just to go home to a cluttered apartment, eat take out, go to sleep, and start the whole process the next day? Busting your ass to earn money that you have to share with someone else?”

No, I didn’t want that. It had been a month since I slept with Milo, a month of gifts and dinners and sublime sex. He was right, I was already bought. One month, and I knew I would do whatever he asked of me to make sure I kept the money and this apartment.

His features softened with a small smile. “Let me cherish you, Chazzy. I want to take care of you and worship you. I want to make all your dreams come true.”

Hell, with promises like that, how could I refute him?

Smiling, tuning out the warning bells, I stretched my neck and kissed him, reveling in his groan as he squeezed my ass cheeks.

“Okay,” he panted, abruptly stepping away. “Wait…just… wait a minute. Let me think.”

His hand on my shoulder holding me at arm’s length, he tapped his forehead, his lids scrunched. “Fuck it,” he growled, grabbing the front of my shirt and dragging me to the bedroom. “I’m the boss, they can wait.”

Startled at the sudden fierceness glowing in his irises, I was swept away and overwhelmed by his inability to control his lust. Shoving me to the mattress, he dug out his cellphone and barked, “Get naked, now!” while tapping on the screen.

My heart banging on my ribs, I did as he asked, both exhilarated and frightened by this man.

“Hey, I’m going to be late. I don’t give a shit if they flew here from Italy, they can fucking wait. I’ll be there when I get there.”

Naked, I scrambled to my knees and worked at his trousers, my lids rounded at what he was saying. People flew in from a different country for this meeting, and he was putting it off because he had to have me now? He couldn’t wait?

I gripped his cock and he jolted, choking on an inhale. “They can wait, or they can leave. I don’t give a shit right now. Gotta go.”

Growling, he hung up, tossed the phone to the bed, grabbed the back of my head, and thrust into my mouth with a drawn out sigh.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” he wheezed, throwing his head back. “Yeah, I need this, baby girl. Mm, you feel so good.”

I didn’t care for Milo Pampinella, but I couldn’t deny that I was quickly falling in love with the life he was providing. The comforts and the unending compliments…I was addicted, and I was going to prove myself to this man, so he wanted to keep me forever.

Chapter 18

Chastity Monroe

Grenade by Bruno Mars came on the radio, and I squealed, clapping my hands. Holding the seatbelt over my shoulder to keep it from rubbing the side of my neck, I stretched forward to turn it up, singing loudly with the lyrics.

Wyatt shot a sideways sneer, abruptly turning it back down. My brows arched, I stared at his profile and adjusted the volume once again. His upper lip curling, he turned somewhat to fully face me, and cut it off. Not willing to back down, I cut it on and blasted it.