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I threw my head back, imitating a painful, inaudible cry as I squeezed my eyes shut.

I exhaled, dropping my shoulders as I reached for the handle again. Just breathe. It’s fine.

Slowly, still hiding my naked body, I pried the door open and peaked out. I cleared my throat. “Do you mind getting my towel?” I asked, watching him, watch me.

Then, the corners of his lips almost twitched up into a grin but instead he stood up. He walked toward the dresser and I exhaled, looking down at my feet.

He grabbed the towel and slammed the dresser shut, pulling my attention back to him.

Closely—I watched the fucker cross the room and sit back down. He placed the towel on his muscular left thigh, slightly lifting his hips upwards.

Using his gun, which I hadn’t noticed on the small table beside the sofa, he gently tapped his right thigh with the muzzle. “Come and get it.”

An annoyed sigh left my lips. “Give me the towel, Antonio.”

He extended one arm over the back of the sofa, and used his other hand to beckon me closer. I narrowed my eyes at him.

It was evident that he wasn’t going to back down, and with that gun in his hand I didn’t want to risk getting my head blown off.

“Fine.” I gave in, watching his shoulders relax as though he was pleased I’d met his command.

With a body filled with disgust, and shame, I pushed the door open to reveal myself. Cold green eyes consumed with unwieldy desire.

Tension expanded in my throat and I swallowed once, stepping forward with wobbly legs.

Then, he lifted the gun. “Crawl.”

Time stilled. Every ounce of oxygen was knocked from my lungs. I stared down his muzzle, shaking my head. Crawl to him? He’s officially lost it.

“I’m not crawling to you.” I plastered on a forced smile. “You’re d—“ I was cut off when a single shot rang through the air.

My body jerked and I blinked away a flood of tears as I released a shaky breath. My chest tightened and without moving, my eyes shifted to the bullet hole merely an inch away from my head. Oh, he’s going to kill me.

I squeezed my fingers into fists at my side. “I’m not role-playing your fantasies, De Luca.”

The motherfucker grinned. “Oh, yes you are.” He motioned the gun to the floor. “Get on your hands and knees… and crawl to me, tesoro.”

A sharp ping shot through my ears as I stared at him through blurred vision. Tesoro…

His words barely settled when my body lowered to the floor.

Amusement danced behind his eyes as he watched me on my hands and knees, at his bidding. It took everything in me to move forward and like a hawk his eyes never left me.

My body burned with rage as I inched closer until I finally stopped in front of him.

The corners of his lips lifted into a grin as I reached forward, snatching the towel from his thigh but his hand shot out, gripping my roots.

He tugged my head back, pressing the cold muzzle of his gun below my chin.

My mouth went dry as I stared into his soulless eyes, my heart thudding as every second passed. “Do it.”

I reached back to grab his wrist but his fingers only gripped my roots tighter. Steadily, he used the muzzle to brush a few strands out of my face, hooking them behind my ear.

Suppressing the anxiety pulsing in my veins I leaned in. “Coward.”

His eyes dropped to my lips. “You won’t escape me that easily.” He leaned closer but I turned my head, my eyes landing on the nightstand. Wait!

I’d made his men dizzy with all the errands I sent them on. Pairing that with how innocently I batted my eyelashes and allowed my silk robe to reveal a little too much at times… It took everything inside of me not to smile. They were too distracted to thoroughly check every single bag.