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Dear God, please help me.
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Massimo
Every time I get my littletesoroto myself, something happens with Doyle or one of our warehouses, pulling my attention away from her. Doyle is a dead man if I ever catch him. Of course, he was anyway in my father's book, but I'm going to make him suffer now for the inconvenience he keeps causing me. No one keeps me away from my littletesoro, yet Doyle keeps effectively doing just that, and make no mistake about it. He will pay for it too.
My driver pulls into the private building I own in the city. I bought out an entire high rise, and my penthouse is on the very top floor, so I have a magnificent view of the entire city. I'm hoping that Grace will love it since this is going to be her new home whether she likes it or not.
I already did some digging on the pipsqueak who was trying to force her to go out with him back at the massage parlor, and while it doesn't appear he has any rival associations—or any associations to any criminal organizations for that matter—the point is moot. Seeing another man's hands on my little Gracie prompted me to action. I'm not going to take any further chances with her safety. She's a treasure, a rare jewel, and it's a wonder no man has stolen her yet—and I'm going to make it so that no man does. None other than myself, that is.
I open the door and step out of the back of the vehicle, holding my hand back in to help Grace out. She places her little hand in mine, and I can't help the rush of victory that swells my chest when she voluntarily places her hand in mine.
Of course, that satisfaction is quickly crushed whenever she steps foot onto the pavement and then tears her hand from my grasp and takes off running. I don't know where she thinks she's running to. There's no way out of this garage except through the way we came in—which has already been closed off—or the elevator leading up to my penthouse, and that elevator is secure. Only my key card will activate it.
Still, something within me thrills at the chase, and I take off after her. I catch her in just a few seconds and drag her against me with her back against my chest, my arms banding around her. She's trembling in my hold like a frightened rabbit, and I can't help turning my nose down to the nape of her neck and inhaling her fresh berry scent.
My cock immediately surges to life and reaches out for her body, pressing against her sweet ass through our clothing.
She's still in panic mode, though, completely unaware of what she's done to my body. She fights and wiggles in my hold, dragging her ass up and down my length, creating a delicious friction that’s going to result in me making a mess in my pants if she doesn't stop.
“Gracie,” I snap her name like a whip, but she continues to writhe in my grip. I clench my jaw. The pressure in my balls becomes so heavy that I can’t control myself. I thrust my swollen cock against her ass as I growl, “If you don't stop, I won't be held responsible for what I do, Gracie.”
I don't know if it's my words that finally break through to her or the feeling of me thrusting my hard cock against her ass that gets her attention, but she finally stills in my arms.
I'm halfway disappointed. I’d love nothing more than to ravish her right here on the floor of my parking garage, to hell with the driver. My men know better than to intervene, and they also know when to make themselves scarce.
With an arm wrapped firmly around Grace's shoulder, I lead her over to the elevator, keeping her pressed against my side as we take the elevator up to my suite. I hear Grace's gasp whenever I open the front door and she's presented with the view of the city lights. She's impressed despite herself, and that knowledge pleases me. Anything to make my little Gracie happy.
I slide my hand from her shoulder down to her hand and gently lead her over to the room I had made up especially for her. I watch her reaction as she walks inside and glances around the luxurious room. As much as I'd like to move her immediately into my room, I know she'll need time to adjust. Giving her her own space will give her that sense of normalcy—as much normalcy as she can have in a situation like this, that is.
My chest tightens at seeing her here in the space I prepared for her. I tilt her chin up toward me until I'm looking into her pretty green eyes. I drink her in before I have to leave and go take care of business.
She’s like a siren, drawing me in. I can’t resist lowering my mouth until it's just a hair's breadth from hers. I let my lips skim lightly over hers, every fiber of my being screaming at me to taste her, take her, but I force myself to pull back. I don't want to start something that I can't finish right now. I know one taste of Grace's lips, and I'll be gone. And, unfortunately, my position demands my attention right now. Fucking business. It's always something.
“Make yourself at home,tesoro.”
She looks at me like I've lost my mind, but I'm unperturbed. Maybe I have lost it, but I don't give a damn.
I nod over to the phone lying on the bedside table. “If you need anything, call me.”
Her eyes brighten with hope before she quickly dims them. I suppress my smirk and don't even bother telling her that the phone is wired to only call out my number and will only receive phone calls from my number. It's a one-way communication tomeand only me. I don't want my littletesorodepending on anyone but me, selfish as it is. She’ll find that out soon enough, though.
With one last stroke of her cheek, I reluctantly turn and head to the door. “Oh, and Gracie, don't even bother trying to run from me again. There is no escape, I assure you.”
Her lips press together into a thin line, and she shoots daggers at me, her green eyes glittering sharper than the finest-cut emeralds.
While it pains me to see her displeasure, I'm resolute. Her safety is the most important thing now, and there’s no safer place for her than here with me. Where she belongs.
I close her door behind me but don't bother locking it. There's no need. I meant what I said. There's no escape for her.
She’s mine now.
ChapterFive
Grace
When I hearthe front door close behind Massimo, I make a beeline for the door to the bedroom. It's not locked, and even though I know it's pointless, I head for the front door. My heart leaps within me when I find that it's not locked either only to plummet back down to my feet whenever I go over to the elevator and find that I can't even summon it up without a key.
