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My feet stop moving when Frankie swivels in his seat to face me. His icy gray eyes burn into mine. Okay. This part of my investigation I appear to have brushed over. I’ve always kept my distance when keeping tabs on these men. I’ve missed one key detail. The fact this man is drop dead gorgeous.
Sitting at that table, handcuffed in a navy suit, is probably the sexiest guy I’ve laid eyes on. His dark chestnut hair is slicked back, and a tidy beard frames his chiseled jaw. With that moody, yet mysterious, look in his eye that tells me he could fuck me seven ways to Sunday.
The way she says my last name has my cock twitching, imagining the way she would moan out “sir”. I shake my head to try and free myself of the image.
“I’ll warn you once. The next time we’re in the same room together, I will fuck you, Zara. I will ruin you for any other man. I’ve let you have your fun.”
“Yes. Really. I came thinking about you tied up on my bed, your red ass up in the air as I fuck that little tight hole of yours as you beg me to let you finish.”
“I’ve never had a stalker before. I’ve become quite accustomed to it. I can’t have you dying on me.”
“Good girl,” I rasp.
“You mean you want to be spanked over your father’s desk for disobeying me? Is that what you need?”
“Who. The. Fuck. Did. This. To. You?” I grit out through clenched teeth.
“W-what do you want from me?” I whisper. “You. Simply you.”
“Never, and I mean ever, bow your head to anyone, Zara. Not even me. Not like this. You are a fucking queen, and you make them kneel before you.” His
“There isn’t a single corner you could run to where I wouldn’t scorch the earth to find you. I told you, you belong to me. Understand?”
“The fact you have my cum dripping down you, tells me this isn’t a kidnapping, dolcezza. You can’t steal something that’s already yours.”
“La mia ragazza perfetta.” My perfect girl.
“You’re crazy, you know that, right?” she says between kisses. I raise an eyebrow. She’s right. I’m crazy about one thing. Her. “I may have been told that one or two times before.”
“Touch another woman, I will cut your dick off and make you eat it. Do I make myself clear, sir?”
“I don’t want to be your good girl, Frankie.” “Is that right?” I rasp. My hands slide down her back and rest on her perfect ass. “I want to be your dirty little slut.”
“Ti amo,” I whisper back. “Sei la mia anima gemelli.” You are my soulmate.
“Surrender to me. Fucking. Come. Now.”
“Always mine, angel. I love you.” “I love you, sir.”
“You are incredible, Zara. Truly.”
He brings me strength, and he brings me to life. With him by my side, I can conquer anything.
“Marry me, Zara. I’m down on my knees for you. I love you. Marry me.”
“We,” I answer. This is no longer just about me. “We will never be able to get back what we’ve lost. But we will burn the fucking world down to get ours, dolcezza. That, I promise you.”
