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With a closet that big, who needs an armoire?
Ensuring I wrinkle the hotel-perfect linens, I crawl across the four-poster bed to look inside the armoire. My hand rests on the knob for a moment, instinct telling me I should not look inside.
He told you to make yourself at home…
Curiosity gets the better of me. Pulling open the door, my mouth falls open. In front of me are neatly hung ropes, leather cuffs, various wooden paddles, and other items I try to imagine what they might be for.
The door behind me slams and the studded leather handcuffs I was holding drop to the floor.
The words blurt from my mouth as I pick up the cuffs and spin around to find a very angry looking Renzo, “I…uh…I came to tell you that I wasn’t spying on you.”
His eyes fixed on mine, he walks towards me without saying a word. Taking the cuffs from my hand, he places them back on their hook and closes the armoire door.
“Out,” he quietly commands.
Surprised by his calm reaction my feet ignore my brain, and I am frozen in place with my heart pounding in my chest.
ChapterThirteen
Lorenzo
“Ava,” I loom over her, “Get out. I cannot be held responsible for what happens if you stay.”
Her eyes are wide, I am sure in response to what looks like pure anger on my face. I am not angry she is in here, but I am struggling to control myself with her behind this closed door.
“What are you going to do, kill me,” sarcasm oozes on every word, as though she is unaware of just how easily I could actually end her life.
Stepping closer to her, my nostrils are flaring as my fingers wrap around her throat.
“Go ahead and do it,” she wraps her hand over top of mine and squeezes. Urging me, “End my miserable, pathetic life.”
Squeezing tighter, I can feel her pulse throbbing against my fingers. Using my grip and leverage, I force her to walk backwards until her back is flush with the post at the foot of the bed. She has nowhere to go as I continue to inch closer to her, yet she does not cower.
“I am not going to kill you,” her eyes widen at my words, “but I am going to punish you for continuing to disobey me.”
Releasing her neck and grabbing her wrists, I pull them both over her head and press them against the post. Clicking a handcuff around her wrist, her eyes dart up to her hands and widen a little when she sees a second cuff dangling from a hook in the post above her head.
No screams or fighting, as I pull her onto her toes to clasp the second cuff around her wrist.
Stepping back, I admire the position she is in. The height of the cuffs coupled with her short stature has her balancing on her toes to keep herself from dangling from the chains restraining her. Her petite frame is stretched tight fighting to maintain her footing.
“You’ve made your point, asshole!”
“Oh,piccola pesca,” I unbutton my shirt cuffs and meticulously roll up my sleeves while slowly walking back towards her, “I have not even come close to making my point.”
Reaching her, I slide my hand into the front pocket of her shorts and am pleased when I find the pocket knife. Her rapid breathing stops for a second when I flip it open and move it towards her neck. Grabbing the neckline of her shirt, I pull it away from her body before slicing the knife through the light fabric to the hem.
As it falls open, I am greeted with a sheer, pink, lace bra and round, heaving breasts. Not a sound comes from her except her heavy breathing, as I cut the shirt from her body.
“You aren’t afraid of me,” I question as I dip my fingers into the top of her shorts and unbutton them.
“Why should I be,” the expression on her face firm and cold, “you already said you aren’t going to rape me or kill me.”
“That doesn’t mean I am not going to hurt you.”
“You wouldn’t be the first.”
Unzipping her shorts, I push them over her hips until they fall to her feet. I am pleased to find her thong is the same sheer lace as her bra, nearly granting me full view of her shaved cunt.
