Page 40 of SINS & Lies

Kennedy remains resolute. “I need to give her notice.”

“You need to pack, Bella. Now.” I hold up the little dog to her face. “I’m taking a hostage until you’re done.”

She makes a grab for the dog, which is ridiculous. I simply hold him over my head, out of her reach.

“Give him back,” Kennedy insists, bouncing up on her toes to try and reach Truffles with surprising determination.

“Pack,” I counter firmly, my voice low as I glance at her bouncing breasts. I know it’s a cheap thrill, but this woman has me wound up tighter than a drum with all this sexual tension.

A few months back, I would’ve had my fill—sated myself with supermodel sex fiends three at a time. But ever since this woman barged into my life, I swear, one look and she broke my dick.

The damn thing works for her and only her—totally fixated on her full lips and gorgeous, fuckable tits—and he hasn’t even had her yet.

Goddamnit, I am fucking her to Milan and back again, and no one is stopping me.

Not even her.

Sadly, she gives up. “He’s going to pee on your head.”

What? Is that a thing?

At this point, I drop the dog and back her into a wall. “I said pack.”

Her big eyes meet mine as she nibbles that lush, lower lip. “If I did go,”she says meekly as if it’s a choice, “could I visit my sister?”

Pressing my body against hers, I let the weight of my thick, angry, hard cock sink into that pretty head of hers. “You won’t be in Italy for your sister, Bella. I’m not sharing you with your sister or anyone else. You’ll be there for me.” I fist her hair and steal access to her neck. I nip her ear and whisper, “And I’ll be there for you. Only you.”

“Just one week?” she breathes.

She smells like she smelled the other night—nothing special. Just a hint of cheap drug store soap and fear and her, and it’s fucking addictive. “One week, Kennedy. And then I’ll let you go.”

For good.

Liar!

Shut up.

She swallows hard, her voice a raspy bundle of nerves. “And what do I get out of it?”

My eyes bulge. “An all-expenses-paid trip to Italy. Reprieve from this hellhole.” Seriously, who needs convincing of this? Entire competitive game shows are built around it, for fuck’s sake.

“And to be your living, breathing blow-up doll?”

“You make it sound like a bad thing.”

The fire in her eyes is a wall of resistance that I either need to smother out or walk away from.

“Look around, Bella.” She does. “What could possibly be holding you back?”

She thinks for a moment, and finally says, “You. You’re holding me back.”

CHAPTER 15

Enzo

Me?

I’m holding her back?

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