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Before I think better of it, I do. My hand, now trembling, continues to roam over my body while the infamous Rhode Island mafia Don watches intently.

After several long minutes of coaxing myself to an impending orgasm, I hold back just to make us both suffer. He finally breaks the tense silence, “Is this what you do when you’re alone in here all day?”

“You know it is,” I barely manage in a breathless pant. I know he watches me all the time. I have no secrets, and he knows it.

He gracefully pushes himself to a standing position and slowly saunters to me, again stopping just short of touching me, as if he’s waiting for me to cave first. He bends to bring his lips a hair's breadth from my ear and whispers, “Do you think of me?”

“Always.” I don’t know what has come over me. I can’t lie when I’m locked on his eyes; they make me feel like I’m the only person in the world who gets his undivided attention.

That seems to be his signal to give in, because in the next breath, his right hand is gliding between my thighs, and two thick fingers are inside me. “Oh God, Hudson.” I gasp.

After only one delicious stroke of his fingers, he hoists me over his shoulder. I try to protest, but his fingers start to work me again, thrusting slowly in and out as he carries me across the room.

He stops and mutters, “Look at you, pet. This is what I’ve had in mind ever since the first night I had you draped over my shoulder, your ass in the air.” I glance around his arm to see that we are in front of a mirror so he can watch himself fuck me with his hand. I feel my inner muscles clench involuntarily at the sight. He swats my ass in response, and I can no longer hold back.

An orgasm hits me like a freight train. I call out his name as he continues to thrust his fingers deeper into me with each wave. It feels endless. When I finally come down from my pleasure, I’m too weak to try to fight my way off his shoulder. Without a word, Hudson carries me to his bed and gingerly lays me down before covering me with the silken sheets.

“Get some rest, piccolo uccello,” he whispers before placing a single kiss to my temple.

I say nothing as I drift off to sleep, barely aware of him leaving; but I feel the burning in the very spot where his lips had grazed long after he’d left.

CHAPTER 16

ANDREA

After the meeting in Hudson’s study and our failed outing last night, I haven’t attempted to leave the room again, even though I now have permission to wander. I tested it after breakfast yesterday, and the door is truly unlocked.

Except now there’s a tall, thick-necked guy standing next to the door. My babysitter. It’s like I’ve graduated from being caged in one room to being imprisoned in the entire mansion. I wonder what he’ll do If I make a run for the front door. I don’t want to find out; he’s huge, but he looks fast and like he doesn’t fuck around.

Diane brought my breakfast this morning, as well as lunch. It’s a shame I have no desire to walk about and act like the little lady of the house. I already have no choice but to do as that asshole wants, I don’t need to be chummy with him. It seems like a betrayal of my loyalty to my brother, even though the meat-head didn’t think to extend the same courtesy to me.

What were you thinking, Ezra?

There’s a short knock I’m starting to recognize as Diane’s, and sure enough the door pops open, and she strides in—sans the food tray I was expecting since it’s dinnertime. Oh look, there’s no clock in here, but I’m starting to know when it’s time to eat like a well-trained pet. My hands form fists.

Behind her, Maximus trots in, his huge tongue lolling out and his short stubby tail wagging as much as it can. Despite myself, a grin stretches across my face, and I reach out my hand. “Maximus!”

He lets out a woof and continues trotting to me. I get up from the bed and drop to my knees. He stands on his hind paws and places the front ones on my chest in his excitement, knocking me off balance and flat on my back. I blink at the ceiling in astonishment as the beast starts licking every inch of skin he can find.

Have you ever tried laughing with your mouth closed? Trust me, it’s incredibly hard.

His coarse tongue tickles my neck, sending me into stitches, but I don’t want his tongue to accidentally graze mine since he’s also licking my face. I have to laugh with my lips firmly pressed together.

“Maximus!” Diane calls sharply, snapping her fingers. He steps back, giving me a much needed reprieve, but one paw rests on my hip as I sit up. “I’m so sorry, miss, are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” I say as I lift up my–er–Hudson’s shirt to wipe away Maximus’ drool.

“He somehow knew I was coming up to your room and wouldn’t stop following me no matter how much I shooed him away,” she adds apologetically.

“It’s fine, Diane. Really, I don’t mind. I’ve told you several times to call me Andrea.”

She smiles. “Maximus must like you. It takes him a good deal of time to warm up to new people, but he’s taken to you so quickly.”

“Maximus must be a really good judge of character,” I mock, pleased with the remark. Hearing his name, the mutt gives two barks in rapid succession. “My father always kept cane corsos, so I’m fond of them,” I explain, rubbing his head.

“Maximus is a good dog.” She pauses and continues, “Would you like to come have your meal in the dining room? You must be tired of being holed up in this room.”

As a matter of fact, I am. I’m not one to stay in one spot for too long. Then again, I’m hesitant to interact with Hudson. I will have no choice but to do that in public; but after last night’s interaction, I don’t trust myself alone with him.

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