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My eyes snap up. He's staring down at me. This is when I notice that his green eyes are flecked with gold. They catch the moonlight shining in through the grubby window overlooking the back alley.
"I probably shouldn't," I admit, unwilling to admit the truth. Once it's out there, I can't take the words back.
"I agree, you probably shouldn't."
"It's late," I hedge. "I need to get some sleep."
Christiano sighs and rakes his fingers through his hair. It's all messed up like he just crawled out of bed. Bed hair suits him.
"We both do. I should probably leave."
"You should."
Tellingly, neither of us moves. Me, because I really don't want to be alone tonight, and him...who knows. It doesn't feel like he's here to have sex with me. It feels more like he wants to protect me, which makes me feel all kinds of warm and fuzzy inside. I'm not used to men taking care of me. It's usually the other way around.
Hamish meows loudly and taps my leg with his paw. He wants food. I can't ignore him, so I squeeze out from Christiano's embrace and empty a sachet of food into his bowl.
This is when I ought to tell Christiano to leave, but the words don't come. He reads the indecision on my face and takes control.
"Bed," he orders. "Now."
The stern tone of his voice does something to me. Something deliciously bad.
"Yes, Sir." The words tumble from my lips without any conscious thought but the moment they do, the atmosphere between us changes. The air is now charged with sexual tension, alive with possibility. I've opened Pandora's box, and that bitch isn't going back in anytime soon.
Christiano's eyes flare with heat. "Good girl."
Oh. My. God.
Instead of hustling into the bedroom like he told me to, I'm frozen to the spot. He frowns. "You're not doing as you're told, Cara." There's an unspoken threat in his words. "Bad girls get punished. Is that what you want?" The low, raspy growl makes my thighs clench and my stomach twist. I suck in some oxygen, but my heart is thumping so hard in my chest that I feel faint. Like I'm about to pass out.
He takes one step forward, but I have nowhere to go. The counter is behind me.
I swallow hard, no longer tired at all.
"Yes."
If Christiano's 'punishment' is everything I hope it will be, sign me up.
Chapter 11
Christiano
Fuck me. One word, yes, uttered breathlessly, and I'm completely undone. She has no idea what she's doing to me. I'm so painfully hard right now. Just the sound of her breathy little gasp, when I told her bad girls get punished, was enough to put me on the edge, which is fucking ridiculous. I'm a grown-ass man, not some wet-behind-the-ears teenager about to get laid for the first time.
Goddamn it, get a fucking grip!
I take a deep breath. "Get in the bedroom, now."
Cara's eyes widen at the dominating tone of my voice, but I don't back down. If she wants this - and I know she does - she'sgoing to have to relinquish control. I'm all about control, and I strongly suspect she needs to be controlled in the bedroom. She can be as flirty and sassy as she likes everywhere else, but when it comes to sex, I want her on her knees, submissive as fuck.
It's just how I roll. Not all women can be submissive, but I sensed it in her the morning after the wedding when I had her pressed against the wall, wet and needy. Just like she is now.
I watch as she walks into the bedroom. There are discarded clothes everywhere, which I'm starting to realize is how she lives. It makes my jaw tick with irritation, but I choose to ignore the mess. Instead, my focus is 100% on her. She stands facing me, waiting for her instructions.Good girl.
"Take your clothes off."
Her eyes widen in surprise. She was expecting me to strip her, I can tell. But no, I'd much rather enjoy the tease of watching her undress for me. There's an armchair in the corner, so I take a seat, stretch my legs out, and relax.
