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He rises and comes toward me, stopping close enough for his scent to reach me. “With what?”

I force myself to hold his gaze.

“Finding me a man.”

His expression doesn’t change immediately, but the air between us does.

“A man,” he repeats.

“A Dom. Ideally, both.”

A beat passes.

“You want me to train you for another man.”

“I want you to teach me enough that I can choose one for myself. There’s a difference.”

His eyes move slowly over my face. The intensity of it wakes up the ridiculous possibility I dismissed upstairs.

Maybe he doesn’t like the idea of someone else.

Then his lips twitch, and reality returns. He’s enjoying my discomfort. He’s fucking with me. Asshole.

“And how do you expect me to help with this decision?” he asks.

“You’ll make me a list.”

Chapter 21

Luciano

“Alist?”

There is no fucking way she’s asking me what I think she’s asking me.

Elena stands within reach, barefoot on my rug with her toenails painted purple. She looks as if she already belongs in my house while asking me to help her belong to another man.

Her chin remains lifted, but her fingers have curled into the hem of her top. This request is costing her more than she wants me to know.

“Why?” I ask.

She takes a breath. “Because Angelo is going to arrange my marriage eventually.”

“And you want to be married to a Dom?”

“A Dom you trust. Someone who might be interested in an arrangement with someone like me.”

Someone like me.

As if finding an interested man would be the difficult part.

“So you want me to find someone you can present to your brother.”

“Yes.” Her fingers tighten around the fabric of her top. “To be my husband.”

The word places an image in my mind with brutal efficiency.

Elena wearing a wedding ring. Elena sleeping beside the same man every night. Elena kneeling between his knees, looking up at him with sharp, wanton eyes.