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He surprises me at every turn.
Not in a million years did I expect to find him in my bed.
And the bastard is right. As soon as he had me under him, my body reacted.
The tingling in my pussy screamed for his cock to stretch me the way only he does. My juices were flowing when I felt his hardness pressed between my legs.
And boy, was he hard! He’s probably rubbing one out right now.
My breathing is still shallow, and my heart beats double time. I try telling myself this is a fear reaction, but I know I’m lying.
I’m disgusted with myself that I still want him, that my body still craves him.
Thankfully, my mind isn’t on board with my unruly body.
I can’t condone his behavior. I have to stay strong and not be seduced by him again. And hopefully my conviction will persuade him to let me go.
God, let’s hope Gualtiero will break before I do.
Sleeping in the same bed is going to be torture. With his body so close to mine, how will I resist him?
He’s right, the sexual chemistry between us is strong. It’s like two giant magnets drawing each other in.
No! This can’t happen again.
I’ll come up with a plan.
Until then,my best strategy is to ignore him and stay as far away from him as possible.
But how am I going to do that?
Chapter Ten
Ella
Afterthismorning’sinfuriatingexcitement, Mariella brought breakfast and informed me I’d be accompanying Signor De Marco for the rest of the day.
Eager to leave my high-security prison resort, I got ready and am now in the backseat of the usual black SUV with security in front and behind us. Gualtiero is on the phone next to me, talking in Italian, and he doesn’t sound happy.
I stare out of the window at the scenery, which only last week held so much appeal. Now everything feels like hell. I desperately want to escape from all of this.
To be honest, I’m hopeful an opportunity will arise today, but with so many security details in tow, it might be impossible.
But one has to have hope, right?
Though it wouldn’t be any better planned than my last attempt. I really need to come up with a strategy.
I look out the back to see the other car following us. I think I spot Alonso in the front seat and two other guys in the back.
“Why do we need so much security with us?” I ask when Gualtiero gets off the phone.
He takes my hand from where it has been resting on the seat and lifts it to his lips, kissing it gently.
“I’m not taking any chances with you,” he replies calmly.
“What does that mean?”
His face turns serious, his eyes steely as he looks at me. “They’ll be securing all entries and exits at the places we’re going.”
