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I don't want to.

Amanda

The rug scratches against my cheek, and I'm still trying to remember how to use my legs when the full weight of what just happened catches up with me.

I roll onto my back and look up at him. He's sitting back on his heels, watching me like he knows exactly what he did.

"You played me," I say. My voice comes out wrecked, which does nothing for my dignity. "I asked you to fuck me. And you did all of that, and then you just⁠—"

"I'm not going to fuck you on a safe house rug," he says, low and rough. "Not with an asshole like Mancini three doors down."

"Oh, so this is about Elio." I push up onto my elbows. "Romantic."

"It's not about Mancini." He leans forward, close enough that I feel the heat of him before he touches me, his eyes dropping to my mouth before they move lower. "When I fuck you, bella, the whole building is going to know about it. Every guard outside. Mancini in the room down the hall." His eyes hold mine. "They're all going to know exactly what's happening. And they're all going to know how long it takes."

My stomach drops, heat rushing fast and low before I can stop it. My thighs press together, and one corner of his mouth lifts because of course he saw.

I look away first. "That's a threat."

"It's a promise.”

"Same thing, with you."

I get to my knees, then to my feet, and the room tilts a little, but I find the wall, steady myself, and pretend it was on purpose.

I look down at him, still kneeling there like some dark saint who hasn't decided whether to bless me or ruin me.

"Fine. I'll remember that one. The promise."

He rises.

It's a slow thing. One second he's on the floor, the next he's standing in front of me, filling the room again.

Then he reaches down and adjusts himself inside his pants with the brisk irritation of a man dealing with an inconvenience.

Except there is nothing inconvenient about what I'm looking at.

The fabric strains.