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He gives me anotherside-eye, but this one is a little wolfish and for some reason, makes my heart skip a beat. I imagine a blindfold in those hands of his. I imagine… let’s just say I imaginelotsof things.
I’ve been on display, of my own volition, and I never knew who was watching. In retrospect, that was maybe not the smartest move.
It’s a major turn-on. Ilikeknowing that I'm on display. But now that I know that he was one of the people watching, I'm not so sure anymore.
He shrugs. “Gagging… a distinct possibility. Or maybe some impact play.”
"Impact play? I had no idea that you were interested in that. I've never spanked aguybefore, but if that’s really something you're interested in…"
He immediately reaches for me. I try to evade his grip, but I’m not fast enough. I squeal as he drags me closer to him. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you, sweetheart. You’reminenow. You may not know it, but I saved your life. You belong tome.”
Saved… my… life?
Since when does failing to kill someone qualify as saving their life?
And what does belonging to Adriano Brunoreallymean?
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CHAPTERSIX
“GROUND RULES”
Adriano
I leaveher to explore our honeymoon destination and call Sergio.
“You’re safe?” he says, answering on the first ring.
“Yeah.”
“Does she know anything?”
“No.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah.”
“Alright. Tonight, you two go. You know what you’re looking for. You know how to play this angle.”
“I’m on it.”
He blows out a breath on the other end of the line. “You know what’s at stake, brother. And you know I trust you as much as my own flesh and blood.”
It’s the only reason I’m here and not six feet under. “I do. Thank you.”
I hang up the phone and go back inside where Quinn’s unpacking her bags.
"Six months," she says. "We can do anything for six months." Looking up from her unpacking, her eyes twinkle. God, does anything hold this girl down? I wonder what she's had to endure that gives her that spark of resilience in her eyes that attracts me.
She lifts her chin up and nods. "We can do hard things."
I roll my eyes. “Do you plaster your bedroom with motivational posters?"
She sniffs. "Maybe ‘positive affirmations.’ Is that a problem?”
"What the fuck is a positive affirmation?" I shake my head. "Never mind, I don’t need to know. What I want to do is talk about our plan. Tonight, we have a party to go to. Since we're supposed to be celebrating our marriage, we’ll have to pretend that we like each other and that it was part of our plan to join in the festivities.”
