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“Okay, how’s that for a reason? You kidnapped me because you cared for me. Then you bathed me to relieve the pain, tended to my wounds, and stitched me up. You brought me to safety when those two thugs showed up, and you didn’t kill me when I emptied that fire extinguisher onto your face.”
He narrowed his brows, and for a split second, his eyes slipped to my heaving chest before his gaze locked with mine again.
“You were there when I had my nightmare. You took me in your lap and let me cry all over you. You cared for me then, as well. And you didn’t kill me when I tried to escape earlier.”
“Should’ve wrapped my hands around your neck instead of kissing you,” he murmured.
But I ignored his comment and took a deep breath. “And then there’s the way you look at me, as if you need to kiss me, and instead, you either caress my hair or you kiss my nose.”
Except earlier.
“Earlier, you kissed me, and it made me feel…everything. That’s why I want you to have sex with me.”
“You don’t know me.” His voice sounded dark and dangerous. “You don’t know who I really am.”
I chuckled. “Well, let me sum up what I do know.” I raised one finger. “You’re the new head of the Falcone family, so I guess you’re a made man in the Italian Mafia, for one.”
His eyes on me didn’t show any reaction.
“You also have no problems kidnapping someone, or killing someone, so you’re obviously no choir boy—which leads me back to point one.”
He remained quiet.
“But you never hurt me, you care for me deeply, and you respect your mother—so even though your soul is black through and through, and you will end up in hell, you have at least some kind of moral compass, some sense of honor. And I can respect that.”
“You can respect that?” He suddenly looked like he would burst out laughing any second.
“I wouldn’t consider you boyfriend or husband material, but a quick romp in the hay—absolutely.”
He shook his head, suddenly serious again.
I sighed. “You want me, don’t you? And I want you, so why tiptoe around it?”
He lowered himself to the bed. “I want you.”
He swept a stray strand of hair from my face. “But—since you have me all figured out—you should know I’m not to be bossed around.”
My breath hitched.
Fuck. I should’ve known—known he was domineering and assertive in everything. Of course, he would be turned off by me asking for what I wanted.
“Though I have to say, this once, I will comply with your request.”
It took me a second to grasp the meaning of his words. He didn’t reject me.
He agreed to have sex with me.
Me!
“If you want me to stop at any time, say the word.” His voice was suddenly much darker, low, and it sent a shiver down my spine. “And I might even consider it.”
He stretched, then took off his shirt in one swift move.
He slowly reached into his nightstand again and pulled out a wad of condoms.
My eyes almost fell out of my sockets, and my breath got stuck somewhere in my throat. What had I gotten myself into?
Then he slowly leaned forward again.
