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“Please come in my mouth. I want to taste it.”

“Stick out your tongue.”

I obey, and as soon as his face contorts, I push up on my elbows and get closer. When the first shot hits my tongue, I wrap my lips around his head and catch the rest. I swallow and suck on it a little longer, making sure to not miss a drop like he said.

When I pull away, I lick my lips.

“Good fucking girl.”

He gets off the bed and begins to dress, leaving me naked on top of the covers, confused as to what I’m supposed to do next.

I sit up and spin around, my feet touching the floor. My clothes are on the other side of the room in a pile. My eyes slide to him and I find he’s watching me as he buttons his shirt up.

“I have to go into town tomorrow,” he says. “I’ll be back around three.”

“What am I supposed to do?”

“Whatever you want.”

“Except leave,” I state with an attitude.

He smirks. “Well, you could try, but you’ll likely get lost out there. However, I wouldn’t mind coming to find you,” he says with a predatory gaze as he walks closer to me.

The image of me running through the forest while he tracks me down has my stomach doing flips. What’s wrong with me?

“I guess I’ll just watch TV.”

“My chef will be here. You can take lessons.”

My eyes light up as I peer at him, my lips parting. “Really?”

“Really,” he replies. “Stand up.” I do and his hand quickly goes to my ass, caressing the soft flesh before cupping it. “I hope to have news about who’s trying to hurt you, but it might take some time.”

My hand goes to his hip as he brings me closer to him, his gaze focused on my face. “Okay.”

“Don’t tell anybody where you are. I know you have your phone, and I know you share locations with your friends, but you can’t do that this time. Do you hear me?”

I nod, studying the serious look on his face. “Okay.”

“I mean it. If anyone shows up here, it won’t be good for them.”

I swallow and nod once more.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he says, releasing his hold on me and stepping away.

I don’t move until he’s upstairs, and then I take my time getting dressed and follow suit. When I emerge from the basement, nobody’s around, so I quickly make my way to my bedroom where I collapse into bed.

Regret instantly settles in. Maybe I shouldn’t have slept with him. Now he’ll feel like he has even more power over me. He’ll expect it all the time, won’t he? Yes, the sex was amazing. Definitely the best I’ve ever had, but it’s not like there was any emotion or passion there. Just pure, carnal lust. He fucked me like an animal. He used me like a toy. But fuck if I didn’t enjoy every second. Do I need romantic whispers and cuddles when I get mind altering orgasms? I prefer the orgasms, if I’m being honest. A man can whisper in my ear about how pretty I am, but if he can’t fuck me to the point where I become a desperate slut, then it means nothing.

I roll out of bed and head toward the bathroom, my emotions warring. How is this my life now?

After I shower, I change into new pajamas and climb under the covers. Even though my world has been turned upside down, I can only think of Vicente. Yes, I’m concerned about my safety, and though there’s a part of me that knows I should fear Vicente himself, a bigger part knows he’s the one who will protect me from the others.

ChapterEighteen

When Vicente returns, I’m in the middle of helping Chef Robert clean up. I was able to spend the entire day with him, going over knife skills, plating, and thinking off the cuff. He set me up with minimal ingredients and had me make a decent dish out of them.

Vicente is on the phone and goes right to his room, but ten minutes later, we begin to plate the meal we made today.

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