Page 49 of The Virgin I Desire

She is my sister.

Mikhail:

That doesn't change the fact that she interrupted us.

Pietra:

It was for the better.

Mikhail:

Why?

Pietra:

I would have done something I shouldn't have.

Mikhail:

Do you really think you shouldn’t?

I kept staring at the message, thinking about what to reply, but I couldn't lie. It was irrational, it was reckless and risky, but there was nothing I wanted more than Mikhail. I thought if I didn't respond to the message that insane feeling would disappear. I hoped for it with all my might, and that's when my cell phone started shaking and my heart came to my mouth.

“Pietra.” I shivered completely at the serious tone of his voice.

“You shouldn't call me.”

“Stop thinking about what I should or shouldn't and tell me what you want.”

“I don’t want anything.”

“Liar.”

“I'm going crazy with everything...”

“What are you wearing?” he interrupted me, and I was startled by his question.

“Why?”

“Tell me.” The firmness of his voice only made me even more insane.

“Pajamas.”

“Take off your bottoms, no panties.”

“I won’t do it.” I got even more scared, and my cheeks instantly flushed.

“I'm ordering.”

“You can't make me do something like that. Have you lost it?”

“Do as I say. I'm sure you gonna like it.” The authority in his voice softened, but there was still an implicit command.

I had a choice, turn off that phone, tell the men in my family and put an end to this matter once and for all. Mikhail wouldn't be crazy enough to face the Belluccis in our territory, but instead of doing what prudence required, I lowered my hands to my waist and pulled down my shorts and panties just like he had done when we were both in the bathroom.

“Pietra?”

“Yes...” I was shaking.

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