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She bites at her grin, enjoying the jolt of excitement and surprise she elicited in me.
“You’re dangerous,tesoruccio.”
“Mm,” she agrees. “As are you,Lupo.”
Wolf.
A bark of laughter leaves me quietly.
My little treasure is resourceful. She knows it would be impossible to outrun me or to outsmart me. She’s standing her ground, showing me all the ways she won’t bow to my dominance, even if she does want me to pin her to the ground and fuck her the way she deserves.
“I’ll be seeing you, Sia.”
She crosses her arms over her chest. “You will.”
CHAPTERSEVEN
ALESSIA
Idon’t have the drive to pull myself out of bed.
It’s after midday, and after Diego disappeared into the darkness in theverylate hours of last night, I paced around my home until just before dawn, warring with my conflicted thoughts.
My house remains in disarray. I was too distracted last night to even consider tidying up the mess he made. I took stock and noticed my coffee and side table were broken beyond repair. My living area lamp was smashed into smithereens over my rug. My sofa was tipped over and the fabric torn. The rose bushes outside my door are nothing but crushed thorns and the remnants of petals thatusedto be. My usually kept home looked as though it had been ransacked, and I went to bed, refusing to contemplate it as last night’s problem. A decision I’m now regretting because the reality ofwhatcaused the destruction is a lot more shameful in the light of day. I’m too scared to look, so I remain tucked into my bed and furious at myself.
Be a good fucking boy, Diego, and kiss me.
God. What was I thinking?
I taunted him for what aim? I should’ve shot him the moment I found him masked up and hiding in my home. Lorenzo Caruso could hardly seek retribution for me protecting myself against an intruder. It was the logical and most reasonable plan of action. Yet I gave in to temptation. I let a man manipulate me intoplaying,all for curiosity’s sake. Diego Greco is a problem I have no idea how to handle. I’m out of my depth. I have too many questions and no answers.
First and foremost, how do I get him to kiss me again?
Fuck.
I yank my wireless earphones from my ears, freeing myself from the rain sounds that help lull me to sleep. I shove them into their case roughly and throw my blankets off. I stand before I’m tempted to do something stupid like bring myself to orgasm while replaying the feel of his teeth piercing my lip as he stared deep into my eyes and begged me for more.
I shake my body and release a horrible-sounding growl into the air.
Strolling to my bathroom, I pee and grab my robe, wrapping it around my body and tying it around my waist as I step from my room.
“You sleep later than I imagined.”
“Fuck. What the fuck? I will fucking shoot you.” I jump back.
“I found a few of your hidden guns.” Diego gestures to the three weapons disassembled on my kitchen counter. “Self-preservation.” He shrugs.
“What are you doing in my house?”
He rubs at his left earlobe. “Waiting for you to wake up.”
Only then do I notice my broken coffee and side tables have been replaced. The lamp is different, too. All slightly different but in the same design vein as their predecessors. My sofa has been lifted back into place.
“A new sofa will be delivered in about two weeks. There is a tear in the backrest. I covered it with your throw.”
“Why?”
“I didn’t mean to ruin so much of your shit. Exact replacements would take too long. I assumed they were similar enough, but feel free to throw it all out and start again.”
