Page 9 of Bianca's Choice

“Have a seat, Bianca. Can I get you anything to drink?”

She shakes her head as she stares at me.

“Please, sit,” I say, gesturing at the sofa in front of the fireplace.

Giving me a nervous smile, she sits down.

I walk over to the bar and pour a glass of scotch into a crystal tumbler before returning to her side, and sitting next to her.

“Mr. Russo, I–”

“Bianca, you call me Stephano.”

“Okay, Stephano. I’m kind of confused. I thought we were supposed to be…” she blushes, as she hesitates.

“Fucking?” I ask bluntly, wanting to see how far her blush will go.

She clears her throat as she looks anywhere but at me. “Yes.”

“Look at me, Bianca.”

Her eyes snap to mine immediately. “I paid for your virginity, but I won’t be taking it tonight.”

“I don’t understand. Madame Lilith said this would just be one night.”

“Madame Lilith might need a better lawyer to read over her contracts because mine found a loophole. You’re mine until I’ve taken your innocence.”

“I’m sorry?” Her eyes flare with anger. “Do you expect me to stay here until I’ve fulfilled my obligation to you?”

I nod. “That’s exactly what I expect.”

She stands and puts her hands on her flared hips. “That’s not how this is supposed to work,” she growls like a sexy lioness. She has no idea what she’s doing to me.

I hold my hands up in surrender as I grin. “You signed the contract, I’m just asking you to uphold your end of the deal.”

I know I sound like a complete asshole right now but I won’t take her like this. Do I want her naked, spread out on my bed? Of course, I do. But I want her willing, more than willing, I want her to need me to take it, to beg me to claim her.

“Why aren’t we doing this now?” She growls.

“I have my reasons.”

“Well thank you captain obvious for being so enlightening, care to inform the class?”

Jesus, she’s a sight. I love seeing her fired up like this. Before I can set her at ease, a yawn escapes her full lips. She covers her mouth as yet another yawn pops out.

“It’s late. Let’s get you to bed, Beauty,” I say, standing and setting down my glass.

Bianca crosses her arms and looks around the room. “And if I don’t want to stay?”

“You’re free to leave, but if you step one foot out that door the deal is off. You forfeit the sale and you go back to living with your roommates while your brother stays in foster care.”

“How do you know all of that?”

“I did my research, Beauty. As soon as I saw you I needed to know everything I could.”

“So you know why I need the money, why I did this?” She asks, sounding frustrated and relieved all at the same time.

“I do.”

Taking a deep breath, she nods her head. “Fine. I’ll stay until I’ve upheld my end of the deal, but then I’m out of here.”

“Good, now let’s get you to bed,” I say, pressing my hand to her lower back and guiding her forward. I lead her down the hall to my master bedroom, where a white silk nightie is lying on the bed for her to slip into.

“This is for you,” I say, picking it up from the bed and putting it in her hands. “You can change in there,” I say, nodding towards the open bathroom door.

Nodding, she walks away, closing the door once she’s inside.

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