There’s more than enough to get to the embassy and back to Baltimore. Except I’m in Sicily.
Shit.
Without my phone, I can’t look up the nearest consulate. I’m not sure there is one on the island. I could excuse myself, slip the money into the pockets I don’t have, and pretend I left a bag downstairs that’s really in Naples. I’ll find a cab, catch a flight.
In a towel? You also needan ID.
I’ll find a boat. Then I’ll go to the embassy.
Did you forget he sent people in GI Joe gear to grab you? You’re in his place, which means he probably has armedsecurity outside. He just pulled twenty thousand euros out of his pocket like an ATM, and you think he won’t find you?
Be pessimistic, why don’t you?
Calloused fingers tip my chin. His thumb glides across my jaw in slow, measured strokes. The touch is soft, but nothing about the man in front of me suggests he’s gentle.
“Is your pussy ready for me?” His murmur rises above a whisper.
He’s putting me through the headboard—ass-first, without a doubt.
He drags his knuckles up my spine. I arch under the touch, my flesh prickling beneath the towel.
Damn.
Sir Bennici’s arousal heightens my senses.
Unspoken need.
Desire pooling in his eyes.
His length pressing into my lower belly.
Taste still remains, and today may be the day I declare I’m a senseless bitch. A delirious one contemplating a test drive of the man who orchestrated my kidnapping. He could be a dirty politician, a kingpin, a mobster, or a mix of all three. I still want to ride him at full speed with no brakes. Then I’ll run for my life.
After years of self-service, drowning in work, and ghosts of lackluster hookups, I think I will sample the stamina licking at my curiosity. It’s clear he doesn’t want to kill the Bianca he’s paying to stay for the weekend. I’ll be long gone by the time someone realizes I’m not her. If that means temporary safety, I’ll play the part. Just for tonight.
This is life or death. Survival mode with a dash of dick.
Sir Bennici’s low growl at my hand squeezing the immaculate print over his thigh tips my lips into a smile. He’ll have to fuck me into submission for me to call him Sir out loud.
Girl, are we really doing this?
Riding him until he falls asleep before running with the money?
Absolutely.
I tighten my grip and lift to meet the shell of his ear.
“Come and find out if my pussy is ready.”
Chapter 11
"Take Every Inch"
Salvatore
She’s not Italian.
Interesting.
