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“Yes,” she pants.

“Tell me what I want to hear.”

Her eyes flash. There’s the brat again.

“Thank you.”

Heat tears through me.

“For what?”

“For fucking me,” she moans.

I drive into her harder, one hand sliding under her hip to pull her tighter against every thrust.

“Again,” I groan.

“Thank you for fucking me,” she whimpers.

“Fuck. You have no idea what you do to me, Elena.”

I drop my mouth to her neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark, then graze my teeth over the curve of her shoulder. She gasps. Her hips try to lift. I grip them hard and pin her down.

“No. You put me in control,” I remind her, voice rough. “So take what I give you.”

She does. She takes every stroke, every dirty praise, every controlled demand until her body starts to shake under mine.

“That’s it. There’s my pretty girl.”

Elena comes with my name torn from her throat, clenching so hard around me I follow her a few thrusts later, buried deep with my face pressed against her neck.

When the room finally goes quiet, she stays curled against my chest. I drag my fingers slowly through her hair. She traces something lazy over my ribs.

Neither of us speaks for a while.

Then she whispers, “Still green.”

A laugh leaves me before I can stop it. I pull her tighter.

“Smartass.”

She smiles against my chest.

My Elena.

Chapter 59

Elena

Two weeks. It’s been two weeks and Luciano has decided the estate should become a small, heavily armed country.

There are more guards at every entrance. Cameras have appeared in places I’m positive did not have cameras before. Santo completed background checks on everyone who has ever crossed the property, including the new landscapers now restoring the flower beds Felipe ruined by turning out to be a murderous psychopath.

Rafael is back too.

I’m glad about that part. The rest is excessive. Luciano disagrees.

“I could come with you.”