Page 79 of Monstrous Urges

“Come.”

Drazen turns, leaving me alone in the dressing room before I hurry after him. I follow as he walks out of my room, down the hall, and then out onto another gorgeous, shaded patio overlooking the ocean.

Just like the one he held me over the edge of yesterday, with a hand around my throat.

He gestures for me to take one of the chairs around a low table, with him sitting across from me.

“Where are we?” I ask.

“My home.”

I roll my eyes. “Yes, but where is that.”

Drazen smirks and points to the side, toward the mainland. “That’s the island of Elba.”

Yeah, there go my escape plans entirely, if there was even a sliver left. The “mainland” is itself an island.

And…hang on?—

“Did you say Elba?”

He nods.

“As in Italy?”

“Yes. Elba is where Nap?—”

“Yes, where Napoleon was exiled,” I sigh heavily. “I know.”

NapoleonInExile.

Of course.

“Where do my friends think I am?”

“Italy,” he says, matter-of-factly. “Tuscany, actually. Gabriel was quite insistent that you visit a certain vineyard he raved about. And your friend Fumi texted you hoping that you’d—and I quote—'get some good Italian stallion dick’,” he says dryly.

I cringe a little.

“Needless to say,” Drazen growls coldly, “that will not be happening.”

No, just some fucking FANTASTIC Serbian dick…

…You are insane.

“Now, shall we talk business?”

“Why not,” I drawl.

Drazen arches a brow. “I’ve decided I might believe you.”

I frown. “About?”

“About your amnesia. Your story checks out.”

“Oh, goodie,” I say sarcastically.

“Don’t get cute. Being dressed at the moment doesn’t preclude you from getting your mouth stuffed with panties and your ass with my dick.”

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