Page 20 of Sins and Secrets

God, how good it would be to be owned by him.

Stop that!

I duck to get into the car and slide across the leather seat. He follows and shuts the door behind him as the driver presses a button to engage the partition between the front and the back.

“Care to tell me what you’re doing here tonight?” Alessio asks, his hand resting on the seat beside my bare thigh.

“I thought it would be fun to go home with someone for once. It’s not as if I can bring anyone back to the compound ever.” I shrug and lean back in the seat, stretching my legs out and crossing them at the ankles.

“And two months with a man who could make you do whatever he wanted seemed like a good way of getting what you wanted?”

I shrug, hoping he doesn’t see through the lie. “It was as good a plan as any. See someone for two months, make a lot of money, and then I can carry on with my life.”

“That was stupid, Billie. And you know it. Who knows who you would have been going home with if I hadn’t been there?”

“Paolo Marino. He looked like he was doing his best to make sure I would be leaving with him.”

Alessio sighs. “You make that sound like it would be a walk in the park. Paolo has always been a brutal man with a wicked imagination. The things he would make you do would make you question if you were even human anymore.”

“I appreciate the concern,” I say softly, trying to toe the line between assertive and docile. “But I knew what I was doing when I went into that club tonight. Paolo is no worse than the rest of the men in the mafia.”

“And you think that’s a fine way to live your life?”

I play with the hem of my dress. “It’s the way I live now. I’m no stranger to brutality, Alessio. I’ve even killed my share of people.”

He falls silent for a few minutes as we drive out of the city and down the winding road that leads to the compound. It’s still nearly half an hour away by the time his hand lands on my leg, his thumb drifting along my skin.

Sparks ignite everywhere he touches, and I don’t know what to think of it. The touch is casual from him. Almost caring even.

Though I know that would be going too far. Men like Alessio only care about themselves and their best interests.

I put my hand on his and move it off my lap. “We’re not going to have a repeat of last time. That was a mistake.”

He chuckles lowly, the sound sending heat flooding to my core. I clench my legs together, trying to ignore the way I ache when I hear his laugh. It’s rare, but it fits him.

Smooth and sexy, like he knows exactly what it does to me and he’s going to keep doing it.

“You seem to forget that you signed a contract stating that you would be willing to do whatever I want. Right now, this is what I want.”

“Sex is not happening. I’m never going to beg for you.”

He looks at me fully, arching an eyebrow. “I doubt that. You think I didn’t see the way you pressed your thighs together? You think that I don’t know that you’re soaking wet for me. Hell, Billie, I bet you’re thinking of the way my cock would stretch you to your limits right now.”

My cheeks warm as I look at him. “That wasn’t what I was thinking about.”

But now it is.

He smirks, his hand climbing higher up my leg. He slides his hand beneath the hem of my dress, his fingers just grazing against my inner thigh. My pussy pulses at the thought of those fingers inside me.

“You didn’t deny the rest of it, though. That’s what I find the most interesting,” Alessio says. “I’m going to be drawing up a new contract later tonight. A supplemental one to what we signed at the club. One that says you’ll keep everything about this a secret for another half a million dollars.”

My mouth drops open as he grazes a knuckle up my slit, pushing against the silky material of my thong. He leans back in his seat, the front of his pants strained by his cock. My tongue darts out to lick my bottom lip.

“See something you like?” he asks, his voice husky as he slides my thong to the side and slips a finger into me. “And for what it’s worth, you might not be begging yet, but you certainly aren’t complaining.”

My eyes squeeze shut for a moment as he thrusts slowly, his thumb pressing against my clit with each thrust. “This is a mistake.”

“If you want more, Billie, all you have to do is beg for it. Beg for me to pull out my cock and let you straddle my lap.”

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