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But when I leave the room and close the door behind me, I pause and breathe out, trying to calm down the fire in my veins. Damn it. If she actually gets into my hands again…how am I supposed to resist her?
Chapter 6 - Jacinta
Alright, so what if I do this—I pretend that I’m in the mood for tea and tell Alice to bring me a steaming teapot. When she does, I splash the boiling water at Hector, throw the teapot at Marco, run to the entrance, and there…what’s there?
I purse my lips and tap the tip of my pencil against the notebook. Well, there Paolo will probably catch me again, and he’ll be pissed off again, right? So maybe he’ll touch me again, and if I don’t push him away too much, Paolo will help me reach my peak.
My thighs instinctively fidget, the muscles in my belly tightening sweetly at the thought—and damn it, why am I thinking about it again? I groan under my breath and shut my eyes. I have to focus on the escape, not this stupid asshole!
But I can’t help myself.
As soon as my mind comes back to yesterday evening, I can’t stop it. The memories of his body pressed against mine and his hands touching me for the first time flood me with a mixture of excitement and horror—because why the hell did I like it? It was a horrible,horribleexperience, and yet my heart starts to beat faster when I imagine Paolo holding me again.
I know Paolo doesn’t actuallylikeme, but even if he’s just interested in my body, I…I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I don’t mind. My desire to experience more with him goes beyond my own pride.
You know, when he first slapped my thighs and threatened to torture me in the park, I wasn’t sure if I was reading those signals right. I mean, I’d never been so close to a man, and I’d never beenteasedthat way. Besides, I’m not exactly the kind of a girl someone like Paolo would be interested in—or at least, that was what I thought at first.
But now, I’m not so sure anymore. Why would Paolo look at me with so much lust when he came to my room? Why would he push me against the wall? Why would he turn our fight into sexual teasing that made me so weak and needy? When Paolo pulled his hand away and left me so hot and bothered, oh, I was ready to stab him!
I couldn’t sleep at all last night, rolling in my bed and thinking about him. My body was on fire, unable to forget the traces of his touches, and in one of my feverish dreams Paolo was there in my bed, holding me against the sheets and looking into my eyes with a smirk. Even now, I feel my body respond to the memory with a wave of warmth—but it shouldn’t be like that, it shouldn’t be!
Paolo is an asshole who stole my freedom and is now keeping me here against my will. He is my worst enemy, not a knight in shining armor, and I hate him! But I’m not sure anymore if it’s because of who he is—or because of the way he makes me feel.
“I didn’t expect to see you here, Jacinta.”
Speak of the devil. I purse my lips and look up to see Paolo walking down the stairs. Yes, I rarely stay in the living room for long, but today I decided to keep an eye out for any chance at escape. He doesn’t think I’m here to wait for him, does he? At least, it doesn’t look like it. Paolo looks down at me with his eyebrows raised in an expression of fake surprise.
God, everything about him is just a facade of confidence and indifference. Is it so hard to be genuine? Ah, whatever. Why would I care? I force myself to ignore his presence—even though my heart is already beating faster—and look back down at my notebook. It’s hidden behind the cover of a book so that it’s not obvious what I’m doing here, but I guess it’s much easier to figure out than I expected.
“Are you planning another escape?” I hear Paolo’s steps coming closer to me, but I stubbornly refuse to look at him. I’m too worried that my eyes will betray the whirlpool of feelings in my chest.
He pauses for a second as if giving me a chance to respond, but when I still say nothing, Paolo hums. “I see. Well, I hope you don’t run away before dinner—I’d like to share it with you.”
What? I blink and, forgetting about my resolution, look at Paolo. What kind of game is he playing now?
As soon as our eyes meet, Paolo chuckles, shaking his head, and I can feel the sound all the way down my body. Damn it. I tighten my fists and narrow my eyes, stubbornly holding his gaze. I can’t let him affect me like that. I’m not gonna show him any weakness!
“What do you mean?” I ask with what hopefully sounds like a calm and cold voice, and Paolo shrugs.
“I mean what I say. I want to have dinner with you tonight.”
“Why?”
The corner of his lips rises into a smirk. “I believe we didn’t finish our conversation yesterday.”
A wave of heat spreads through my body, and my eyes widen—before the arousal triggers a burst of rage. How dare he speak to me like that? Does he actually think I’m gonna give up to him so easily? I’m not a goddamn whore!
I sit up straight and glare at him, trembling from anger, when Paolo adds, “Your offer was quite interesting, and I want to talk about it more. Only this time, the dining knives should remain on the table.”
Oh. I blink. So he’s talking about the deal, huh? I breathe out and look away for a moment, recomposing myself. Of course. Why would he even think about touching me again? I frown, unable to hide the frustration building up in my chest.
“What if I refuse to join you?”
“You don’t have any other choice if you want to have dinner tonight.”
So now he’s threatening to starve me, huh? I sharply turn to him with my eyes narrowed into a death stare, but Paolo doesn’t even wait for my answer. He turns away from me and walks away, patting my guard’s shoulder on the way. Goddamnit. He’s such an asshole.
Something in me wants to protest against this stupid threat and stay in my room all night—but that’s not gonna help me get out of here. No matter how much I hate Paolo, he’s my only ticket to freedom, so whatever it is he wants to discuss I have to be there to hear his offer and bargain my way out of here.
