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You have no idea, she thought, as goosebumps pricked her skin.Or maybe you do.
“I’m going to check on our food. First, though…”
His kiss was soft, lingering, warm.
“Stay here,” he whispered, setting her on the couch. “I’ll be right back.”
Almost in a daze she watched him leave, then sank into the comfortable, enveloping cushions and stared at the fire.
He’d been so different.
Still in charge, but kind, warm, almost sweet.
Marco Moretti sweet?
Wondering what it all meant, she stared at the flames.
The penny suddenly dropped.
He was charming her.
Even as she blurted out the words, she couldn’t be sure, and the exciting, erotic night loomed ahead. Telling herself she could keep her emotions in check and still savor all the salacious things he had in store, she took a deep breath and tried to relax.
But he’d been right about one thing. If she’d been home when the Zeppelin brothers raided her apartment, she could be dead.
The thought sent a chill through her body.
Realizing she was in over her head, she wondered if she should tell him everything. Max was the only person who could advise her, but he was out of reach…
Chapter 11
The bathroom offered a skylight, and sinking into the warm, foamy water, Steph gazed up at the clouds drifting overhead. In the early afternoon the sun had been blistering hot, but just a few hours later when she’d stood on the terrace with Marco the air had been chilly. Though she’d embraced the change, and been glad of the relief from the oppressive heat, like everything else that had happened to her since arriving at Marco Moretti’s lodge, she’d found the sudden, sharp drop in temperature unnerving.
In spite of the soaking in the comforting, lavender-scented water, almost half an hour passed before she started to truly relax. Marco was devilishly handsome, and his masterful authority would make any woman swoon. Just being around him made her knees weak, and surrendering to him melted her entire being.
But she couldn’t let her guard down.
Even though she hadn’t given into his demands, he hadn’t hurt her, not really, and she didn’t believe he was the monster everyone claimed he was. But she never had.
Feeling the tension leave her shoulders and neck, she turned her thoughts to the night ahead. An evening at Marco’s mercy at his elegant BDSM club. The butterflies in her stomach fluttered with excited anticipation, but a gentle patter caught her attention. It took her a minute before she realized raindrops were hitting the glass over her head.
The thought came to her in a flash.
Her car.
The classic Porsche convertible was her pride and joy. Though it was nestled in the shelter of trees, and the ragtop was up, it could leak in heavy rain. Hoping Marco would agree to bring her precious vehicle up to the lodge, she rose from the tub and stepped onto the soft, fluffy rug.
Toweling off and wrapping the bathrobe around her, she padded into the bedroom. Catching sight of several items on the bed, she hurried across the room to see what he’d left. She found a black satin corset with red trim, a pair of fishnet stockings, lacy black crotch-less panties, and a collar complete with a leash. Her stomach flipping, she picked up the corset and discovered an invisible zipper running up the front.
It offered no cups.
Her breasts would be naked.
Images of nipple clamps, tit bondage, and whipping danced through her mind. She could be in store for heaven or hell, or both. She couldn’t believe her deepest, darkest fantasies were being realized—with a mobster, and not just any mobster. The kingpin of a notorious family.
Closing her eyes, she flashed back to her time with him in the basement. She’d been his helpless captive and under his strict, dominant control, and he’d swept her up in an erotic vortex of pleasure and pain. Though his voice had been deep and demanding, his authority hadn’t felt forced.
But throughout the time she’d been there, he’d also demonstrated warmth and kindness. His engulfing hug and fervent kiss had been intoxicating. In spite of the circumstances, and who he was, she felt safe and protected wrapped in his muscled arms.
