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Yet, here I am, ready to put everything on the line for her. I give a soft, rueful chuckle. Fuck.
I turn when I hear the shower turn off and know she’ll be stepping out soon. I need to get a grip, or this is going to be a very long fucking night. I give her another couple minutes before I walk back into the bathroom, unable to wait any longer. I walk in and see her dressed in my shirt, which is far too big for her and hits her mid-thigh, while trying to towel dry her hair. Desire hits me again at the sight, but I ignore it, making my way toward her.
She gives me a wary look, but doesn’t say anything. I step up close to her and ask, “What do you normally do with your hair?”
Lowering the towel as she replies, “I blow dry it and then braid it so it doesn’t get knotted through the night.”
“Hair dryer is in the vanity drawer,” I tell her as I make my way out of the bathroom and have a seat in the chair in my sitting area that faces the bathroom door. As she dries her hair, I realize I am well and truly fucked if I have no qualms about sitting here watching her so closely. If we were further along, I’d probably take out my cock and stroke it, thinking about how that hair feels in my fist as I fuck her mouth, or from behind. But it will come in time.
When she finally finishes, I’m too impatient to wait for her to braid it. “Bring the brush and hair tie out here.” She looks at me in surprise, but slowly complies. I spread my legs and point between them. “Sit.” She swallows hard as she does as I ask, facing away from me. I take the brush from her hand, moving it through the tresses slowly, carefully.
Neither of us speak as I methodically gather her hair before splitting it in three sections. But as soon as I start to weave them, she asks quietly, “How do you know how to braid hair?”
I don’t answer her right away, instead, finishing the braid, securing it with the tie, and then setting the brush aside. Finally I tell her, “My mother had long hair, and I got in the habit of braiding it so that she didn’t get vomit in it when she would puke up her alcohol or drugs.”
She turns and looks up at me in surprise. “You made it sound like you hated her,” she says carefully. “Why would you do that for her if you were going to kill her?”
I arch a brow at her question. “It was before the death of my father, so at the time, I didn’t know the extent of her betrayal. Otherwise, I would have left her there. Though, now, I suppose I could thank her for teaching me that one skill.” I reach out, running my hand down her hair. It’s soft under my touch, and long enough to reach the middle of her back. Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to wrap it around my fist right now.
“You braid a lot of womens’ hair, huh?” she asks, the tone light, but the look in her eyes unable to hide that she’s not sure she likes what that implies.
I can’t help the smirk that pulls at my lips. “Jealous,topolina?”
Her expression instantly morphs into a scowl. “No,” she denies.
I sit forward, cupping her jaw. “I have never braided another woman’s hair that has been in my bed,” I assure her. “Nor will I in the future. The only woman’s hair that will ever get my attention is yours,cara mia.”
She glares at me. “Stop making fun of me,” she snaps. “I don’t care about who has been in your bed or hasn’t.”
“Mmmm, now I don’t believe that for a second.” I let go of her face, motioning for her to stand. Once she does, I follow suit and look down at her. “But we can worry about that another time. Get into bed,topolina.”
She doesn’t move, just stares at me. “I don’t want to sleep with you.”
“Well, it’s a good thing you’re not in charge, isn’t it?”
“Why do I need to sleep in the same bed as you? I told you I would stop trying to escape.”
This woman really tries my patience. “You agreed to be mine, Gia. And that means if I want you in my bed, you get in my bed, no arguments. So get in the bed.”
She looks like she wants to argue, but finally decides against it. She makes her way stiffly to the other side of the bed from where I sleep, and climbs in, laying down as close to the edge as she can without falling off, and pulling the covers up to her chin. I nearly laugh, but instead take care of turning off all the lights. When I climb into bed, I have half a mind to slide over and haul her closer, but instead, I wait.
Neither of us speak, but it isn’t long before I hear her breathing even out as she slips into sleep. I immediately move deeper into the bed, reaching out and pulling her from the edge and against me. I’m torturing myself, but I can’t bring myself to care. Instead, I bury my face in her hair and breathe her in. Smelling myself on her, knowing that she’s finally where I want her, I allow myself to fall asleep.
CHAPTER17
Gia
I’m so warm.I snuggle into the warmth as my body tries to slip back into a comfortable sleep. But my brain is faster than my body, because everything comes flooding back instantly, and the reminder of where I am right now. And a couple more things become clear.
I’m no longer at the edge of the bed, but instead, pressed up against the very man that forced me to be here and is responsible for the loss of my freedom once again.He’s also wide awake, smirking down at me. My leg is thrown over his hip and his cock is pressed tightly between my thighs, and there is no missing just howawakehe is.
This is bad. Very bad.
“I have to say,topolina, that I have never had a woman spend the night sleeping in my arms, but I don’t hate it,” he remarks in a husky voice as he watches me. His hand, which I now notice is on my ass, flexes, cupping one rounded cheek lightly.
Mortification hits me, and I know my face is flaming. I try to pull away and whisper, “Let me go.”
Of course, he doesn’t. “Problem,cara?”
