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With a quick movement, I stop her from kissing me, my hand pressing against her jaw as my thumb brushes over her cheekbone. “Did that get you wet,bellisima? Having my cock in your mouth?”
“Why don’t you find out?” There’s a light, teasing challenge in her voice, and her attitude sends a fresh spark of desire through me, a jolt of lust straight between my thighs. My cock twitches with renewed interest, but I ignore it for the moment, focusing on the lesson at hand.
She reaches for my other hand, and I quickly slip it free, grabbing hers and pressing it against the outside of her thigh. “Oh no,cara mia. I haven’t forgotten how things have been the last few days. You’ve been teasing me on purpose; I’ve seen it. Flirting with other men where I can see, making sure that I know just how mucheveryonewho crosses your path here wants you. But now, for this week, you’remine. And your first lesson is that if you want to come, you’ll have to show me just how good of a girl you can be.”
I brush my thumb down to her lower lip, pressing the pad of it against the full, soft flesh. “You did a good job,bellisima, down on your knees. So maybe tonight, you’ll earn a reward.”
She wants to argue. I can see it in her face, in the flash of frustration in her eyes. She wants to fight me on this. For a moment, I think she might try—and then she lets out a small breath, and I know she’s remembered what I’ve offered her.
I could have spent my week fucking my way through Ibiza, seeing just how many women I could seduce into my bed before I inevitably have to go home to my responsibilities. But this—
I think with Amalie, I’ve just made my vacationsomuch more interesting. And I’m eager to find out just how entertaining she can be.
7
AMALIE
I’m not sure a man has ever pissed me off so much with his attitude.Howdarehe be upset with me for flirting in front of him, when he was doing the same damn thing all week?I open my mouth to say it, to spit it back into his face—then I remember what the consequences of doing that would be.
He’s offered to single-handedly get me out of the situation I’ve found myself in. Without that, I have no idea what I’ll do. The thought of telling Claire, of begging for her help, is even worse than the thought of going along with this. At least this—
The control he has over me is humiliating, forcing me to exchange sex for his help—but I can’t deny that it turns me on, too. I was wet from the moment he ordered me to my knees, and if I’m angry with him for his attitude and his tone right now, I also would gladly let him slip inside of me and fuck me senseless if he decided to.It’s one week, I tell myself as I look down at his implacable expression, feeling myself clench at the thought of the things he could make me do and how very close his bare cock is to me, just below where I’m hovering over his lap. One week of whatever debauchery this man can think of, one week of submitting to his pleasure, and enjoying the lewd, forbidden thrill that gives me. One more week of vacation, without a worry in the world.
And then I’ll go home and be the perfect mafia bride that my mother wants, and that my family name demands.
“How can I show you that I’m a good girl for you?” I whisper, leaning forward. His hand is still covering mine, broad and warm, and I so desperately want him to slip it under my skirt. “What do you want?”
David smirks, his other hand slipping into my hair, his fingers threading through it. “Well, to start—what were your plans for the day,cara mia?”
“I was supposed to meet Claire and our friends at the pool. She went off with her boyfriend to—” I flush. “I’m sure you can guess. She told me to head over there after I finished my drink. And then—well, you know what happened.”
“I do.” David’s gaze slides down my face, resting on my lips, dropping lower to look at my slight cleavage in the silk dress. “Call her and let her know you’re sorry for running late. Let her know you’ll be right over.”
I blink at him. “Will I?”
“Of course.” His hand leaves mine, sliding down to the bare skin of my thigh just above my knee. “We both will.”
Shit. I hadn’t thought about that. Claire and her friends are still here for a few days, and she’s going to expect me to hang out with them as if nothing happened—because she has no idea that anythinghashappened. I don’t want her to know, either—and Iwantto spend time with her. I came here for that—getting laid was a secondary concern.
But if David is with me, that’s going to raise questions. I definitely don’t want her to know the situation or that, regardless of what he says, he’s absolutely my sugar daddy for the next week. The idea that I would need one at all is humiliating, and I feel certain that she’ll see it the same way.
I think David sees the hesitation on my face, because he raises an eyebrow.
“Are you going to fight me on this,cara mia?” His thumb rubs slow circles above my knee. “I want your time. I don’t object to you spending it with your friends, but I’ll be there, too.”
“You just don’t want me flirting with anyone else,” I accuse, feeling a small spark of annoyance. He’s agreed to pay for everything, true, and he’s extending my vacation—but does he have to be so fucking high-handed about it all. “Isn’t there anything else you could be doing?”
David shrugs. “There’s nothing else Iwantto be doing,” he says calmly. “So call your friend, Amalie. Unless you want to discuss the terms of this again?”
The threat is light, but implicit. I lean over, reaching for where I dropped my clutch, and his hands press against my thighs, holding me in place on his lap while I reach for my phone.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, as I find Claire’s name in my contacts. The moment I hear the click of her answering, his fingers slip to the inside of my thigh, and my pulse leaps in my throat as I realize what I think he’s about to do.
A part of me wants to tell him to stop—and another part of me is embarrassingly turned on by the idea.
“Amalie?” Claire’s voice sounds a little concerned. “Are you alright? Jean and I took longer than I expected, and westillmade it to the pool before you. Did something happen?”
David’s fingers slide up my thigh, close to the edge of my panties. I sink my teeth into my lower lip, forcing myself not to gasp, not to make a sound that might let Claire know what he’s up to. “Just a little—detour. I’m fine, I promise. I had one more drink and—” I swallow hard, biting my lip harder as I feel him nudge my panties to one side. “I ran into David.”No point in hiding it; she’s going to know soon anyway. Better to tell her on my own terms.
