He slides his middle and ring finger into me, hooking them to anchor me in place. His right hand wraps around my throat, forcing my chin up. The tip of his tongue licks my lips before he whispers beside my ear.
“The correct response is ‘thank you, sir.’”
“Grazie, signore.” Thank you, sir.
I’m too dazed to realize I lapsed into Italian. That never happens. I think in whichever language I’m using or around. This man destroys all my defenses. For reasons I’m not ready to piece together, I allow it when I never have in the past. I’ve been attracted to men before. Hell, Patrick’s hot as fuck and is a great fuck. But I’d never allow him control over me. Not in or out of bed.
I surrender to Alejandro.
When he leans back, I see his pulse thrumming in his neck. I keep the pressure much lighter than him when both of my hands cup his neck. His heart’s racing. His calmness is a façade I cracked.
“I will fuck you all over this house by the time we leave tomorrow. I’ll fuck you against this wall at least once. But our first time together won’t be standing up with our clothes on.”
“Yes, sir.”
I grin at him, hoping for sultry. The way he playfully nips at me makes me think I succeeded. I release a quick whine as he pulls his hand free.
“If you had more clothes with you, I’d shred the ones you have on right here, right now. I’d spank you for that. Good little girls are patient until their—tell them what they can have.”
What the hell was he going to say?
Dom?
Master?
He just skipped over filling the blank. I know there was something he wanted to say. He wasn’t at a loss for words. He didn’t want me to know what he was thinking. How does he see us?
“Do want me as your sub?”
“No.”
He slides his hand into mine and leads me to the bedroom where he shuts the door behind us and locks it just like he did in the hotel.
Chapter Eleven
Alejandro
“Vittoria, you need to tell me who hired you.”
She glowers at me, and I’m not completely sure why. Her expression darkened the moment I started speaking.
“I’m suddenly Vittoria.” She cocks an eyebrow.
“Our game is over.”
She’s still glaring at me, and I’m still not sure why she’s pissed after what I thought was the lead up to something passionate. I suppose I killed the mood.
“And if I’m not done playing you, Alejandro?”
She backs away from me, the dresser to her back. She remains away from the windows and nowhere near the closet where I could shove her. She won’t trap herself in the bathroom either.
“If that’s true, why are you backing away from me? I can dump you outside the neighborhood gates and see who comes for you if you don’t want my protection.”
“Or I could call a rideshare and leave you to whoever the fuck is after you today.”
“And I thought you were special. The only one.”
Her expression shifts as she stares at me. I’ve revealed too much. She knows deep down I don’t mean she’s the only one trying to kill me.
