Page 21 of Sins and Secrets

I look at him. “Not going to happen. We’re not having sex.”

“You’re right. We’re not. I said that I wouldn’t have sex with you unless you begged for it. However, this doesn’t count as sex unless you come. And guess what, Billie? You haven’t been a good girl. You don’t deserve an orgasm.”

His fingers move faster inside of me, thrusting harder and deeper. I moan, rocking my hips to meet his thrusts. When his thumb presses hard against my clit, my pussy starts to pulse.

“Like I said,” he says as he withdraws his fingers. “You might be soaking wet, but you certainly don’t deserve to come.”

The car comes to a stop and the drivers get out. I hurry to adjust my dress, pulling it down just as the door opens. Alessio gets out of the car and holds his hand out to me. I scowl before putting my hand in his, playing the part that I’m expected to play.

“I’m not going to do anything to you from now on that you’re not begging for,” Alessio says as he holds my hand and leads me to the front door. “That was just a taste of what you’re missing out on.”

I take a deep breath, trying to slow my racing heart.

I can still feel his finger inside me. He plays me so easily that, in a matter of seconds, I was ready to come.

I knew these two months would be hard, but I had no idea I’d be fighting my own body and my craving for this man. Fuck.

I am so far over my head. Why did I agree to this?

My stomach is rolling as I count my breaths and try to pay attention to what’s going on around me. I can’t have a meltdown when Alessio is watching.

My entire body feels like it’s on fire as he leads me through the tall wooden doors and into the front hall. I look around at the dark gray walls and white furniture.

Everything about his home is sleek and modern. It’s not the kind of house I would expect a bachelor — especially one of his age — to live in. I was expecting to see furniture that didn’t match and hadn’t been updated in years.

In my head, there wouldn’t have been any art or warmth in his house, but the subtle wood accents and abstract paintings prove me wrong.

“Nice house,” I say as I look around. “It’s hard to believe with all the time that Papa has spent over here, I’ve never seen the inside of your home. Just your office and the main house on the compound.”

“I don’t like having people in my space. That’s why you’re going to be signing another contract that swears you to secrecy about this entire thing. If anyone asks what you’re doing with me, you’re to tell them that you’re my personal assistant. Understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good,” he says as he makes his way to the kitchen. “Did you have anything to eat? I know when my father died, I had a hard time eating.”

There is a sharp pain in my chest as I take a seat at the kitchen island and run my fingers along the butcher block countertop. “I had some lunch. Couldn’t really eat before the auction.”

Alessio nods and opens the fridge, digging around in it until he pulls out a box of pizza. “It’s not much, but this is all I have right now. Taking over grocery shopping is going to be one of your tasks. My chef will write you a list tomorrow of everything you’re going to need to get for him.”

“Okay,” I say as he opens the box. I grab a slice of pizza and take a bite. “This is the best pizza I’ve had in a long time. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. I’m going to have a room prepared upstairs. As you know, I like my privacy. The only other people who work here are my chef, Rodrigo, and my housekeeper, Annette. You’ll see both regularly and they will assist you with anything you don’t know how to do.”

“Alright.”

Inside, I’m freaking out — It’s going to be a lot harder to plan my escape when I have to live in his house. Hopefully, he is never home or wants very little to do with me.

The edging incident in the car was just a show of power.

He’s testing me to see how far he can push me until I break.

I’m not going to let it happen, though. Getting through the next two months is the only thing that matters.

I finish my pizza and yawn. “Do you mind if I go to bed? It’s been a long night.”

Alessio nods and leads the way through the house to the staircase. “Did you bring anything to sleep in? You’re going to be living here for the next two months.”

“I could just live at my own house.”

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