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Chapter One
“They sent you to spyon me?”
Lacy’s heart hammered. Rico’s eyes narrowed. He moved toward her with the deliberate grace of a predator. She backed up and pressed herself against the wall. There was no escape.
“N-no, I-I...”
“You know what I think about little girls who tell lies, Lacy.”
She swallowed. “Well, I-I was supposed to inform them of anything I-I thought was useful to them but honestly, Rico, I haven’t...”
“Is that so, tesoro?” he purred.
She shuddered, recognising the threat that lay behind his seemingly innocent words. Rico was a dangerous man to cross. “I-I swear it on my life.” She sounded desperate even to her own ears.
He grinned yet the smile did not reach his eyes, which glittered with a kind of primeval excitement. Her mouth went dry. She had no idea what course of action Rico was about to take. He might fuck her or kill her... or both. She whimpered.
He reached her, and with arms raised, he caged her in; there was no escape.
“Daddy is not pleased,” he growled.
Even though she might be facing death, her core clenched at his words. Rico’s voice had the power to melt chocolate.
“Until I know I can trust you, I plan to keep you tied, spread-eagled on my bed so that I may fuck you whenever I wish. What do you say to that, little spy?”
She should be planning her escape but his words stole her response to flight. Damp pooled between her thighs. What the hell was wrong with her?
Stepping back, he shrugged out of his suit jacket, loosened his tie, and undid the top button of his shirt. Seating himself in the bedroom chair, thighs spread wide, he appraised her.
“Strip for me, tesoro,” he commanded.
Her gaze was drawn to the bulge of his erection straining against the beautiful cut of the suit pants he wore. She licked her bottom lip. Her resolve to somehow escape seemed to melt away.
“Eyes on me, cara mia; you will have plenty of time to savour my assets, but right now, it is my turn to enjoy yours.”
Flushed with shame, she lifted her gaze to his and began to remove her tight red sheath dress, slowly, sensually, just the way he’d taught her. She stripped until she stood in naught but her high red heels. The tips of her breasts hardened under his smouldering Latin gaze.
