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Stefan
Christ.
It was a good thing I was sitting down.Because having Francesca so close—so fucking nearby that I could reach out and touch her—gave me a large problem.A long, hard problem that was pressing at the front of my pants right now.
I knew I was a complete and total asshole.But seeing her in that hot as fuck lingerie was giving me ideas.
A lot of ideas.
Very, very naughty ideas.
Certainly not the kind of ideas that I should be entertaining with her.Especially not after the evening she'd just had.A disgusting, vile man had just attempted to sell her to the highest bidder.
And then, an even more disgusting man had tried to buy her.
Fuck.
My hands clamped down tight around the steering wheel.I had to talk myself out of driving back to Raul’s club and strangling him to death.But I knew that would put Francesca in even more danger.
Fuck.
If I hadn't shown up tonight, right now she'd be on a date with Raul.He'd have his disgusting hands all over her gorgeous body.He'd kiss her.And lick her.And feel her soft, wet pussy.
And then he'd take her.
Take her fucking virginity.
The virginity I was supposed to take.
It was mine, goddamnit.And no one else's.
Especially not fucking Raul's.
No.
Never.
I couldn't let that happen.Not for all the money in the world.
No.
Francesca's virginity was—mine.
Yes.
It was.
And I'd be the one to take it.
I glanced over and saw that her eyes were closed.I wasn't sure if she was actually sleeping.Or just trying to shut me out.
Again.
I decided to give her the benefit of the doubt and leave her alone.For now.
But I had questions for her.
