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I dug into my plate of food. It didn’t take me long at all to put a serious dent in it and I nearly finished the whole thing before I put my fork down in defeat.
“I can’t eat another bite,” I sighed. It almost felt like a waste to leave what I had on the plate, but I was fuller than I’d been in a long time.
“Did you like it?”
“Like it? I loved it. That was one of the most incredible meals I’ve ever had in my life,” I grinned. I sat back and pressed my hands on the top of my belly.
“Good,” he smiled. He finished his meal and tossed his napkin on the plate.
He stood up and offered me a hand. I took it.
“Come. We’re expected,” he said, and I didn’t ask any questions as he led me out of his mansion to the waiting limo. When we climbed into the backseat, he pulled me against him, and I rested my head on his shoulder. I watched out the window as we drove out of the now familiar neighborhood and into the city. I noticed that we were driving through a ritzier neighborhood and when we stopped in front of a small boutique, I shifted uneasily.
It was called Sugar Cookies.
Had he brought me to a bakery?
The sun reflected off the windows for a second and I could see inside. I shifted just a bit and gasped when I realized what was inside it.
He’d brought me to a lingerie store and an expensive one at that.
Bronson opened the car door at the same time that a pretty young woman came to the front entrance. She bowed her head in James’ direction as he led me by her. I could tell by her features that she was Italian.
“Good to see you, Mr. Monroe,” she greeted.
“Always a pleasure, Stella,” he smiled politely. “This is Kasia.”
“Nice to meet you, Kasia.” Stella turned toward me, her beaming grin instantly welcoming.
“I’ve never…” I began.
She shook her head. “The shop is yours for the next three hours. No one will interrupt you. There is a guard standing outside, so feel free to explore all of the boutique and try on whatever you like. There’s a fitting room in the back with a chilled bottle of champagne as well as a platter of fresh fruit, cheese, and chocolate. Make yourself comfortable.”
Before I could say anything else, she whisked off into the back.
“Stella is a friend of mine. She’s the wife of one of Jon Moretti’s men.”
“Jon Moretti?”
“The kingpin of the Montagna family here in New York,” he answered.
His expression darkened after that and he pulled me in close.
“Now, angel, you are going to pick out an outfit for me. If it isn’t slutty enough to make you blush bright red when you show it to me, then I’m going to take you out to the limo and spank you until you’re sobbing, after which you will come back in here and pick again with tears running down your cheeks.”
My clit pulsed greedily.
“You can’t mean that,” I exclaimed, but even as I said the words, I knew that he did.
“I do, angel.”
I turned away, fury and arousal warring inside me. I wasn’t angry at him, but at my own body for reacting with such overwhelming desire to his threat. I shouldn’t let a man hold that sort of power over me even though it made my pussy wet. I kept telling myself that because I thought that’s what I should think.
I spun on my heel and put some distance between us because I didn’t trust myself anymore.
“Be a good girl for me, angel. You know how I’ll deal with you if you’re bad,” he smirked, and I loathed how my pussy clenched at the thought.
I hated how I sort of wanted to know what it would be like.
