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"Just a little something for you to unwrap.” I pick up the bags and head to the door. I crane my neck over my shoulder before exiting. "I know how much you love red." I pause, licking my lips. "And lace."

"Cruel woman," he hisses, his jaw twitching as he pushes himself off the desk and marches toward me. He coils his hand around the base of my throat, dragging his thumb along my bottom lip as his balmy breath fills my lungs. "You are maddening."

"Hmm…” My hand travels down to his pants and I stroke the outline of his growing erection. "You seem to like it." Pulling away, I cast him a devious smirk. "Ten minutes. Make yourself comfortable."

"Ki—"

"Bye," I sing, quickly darting out of his office, a triumphant grin on my face as I run to my bedroom.

One dose of Kiara, coming right up.

Chapter 29

Dirty Little Secrets

I am not a classically trained stripper.

I probably shouldn't be doing this. I shouldn't be knocking on Milo's bedroom door with only a silk robe and skimpy lingerie covering my body. I shouldn't already be flushed from the idea of giving him a lap dance. I shouldn't be thinking that this is the perfect Vittoria antidote.

But I am.

Maybe I've lost my mind. Possible. But there's no way in hell I'm losing him. Not with what I have planned. Not in this outfit. Or lack-there-of.

Some cures are slow, they take time to work.

Personally, I prefer a more aggressive approach.

Fast acting.

"Enter."

My heart thuds in my chest as I open the door. Confidence. My stilettos click against the hardwood floor, my hips swaying seductively as I slowly walk toward him. Milo's sitting on a black leather armchair like it's a fucking throne and he's the goddamn king.

My mouth dries. Shit. This might be more difficult than I thought.

"Hi," I breathe, my chest rising as he looks up at me with a darkened, deviant expression. I bite my lip, slipping the robe off my shoulders, revealing the spilling flesh of my breasts. "Worth the wait?"

"Oh, fucking hell," Milo grunts, running two fingers over his lips as I approach. Ideal reaction. Thank you, Claudia. "Kiara, you?—"

"Shh," I command, dropping the robe to my feet as I start moving my body in circular motions, using my frantic heartbeat as a metronome. "Don't move. Don't talk. Just watch."

I glide my hands over every curve of my body, my breasts, my hips, my stomach. My skin pebbles as I imagine that it's his hands touching me, groping me, making me so fucking horny. Turning around, I bend over, dragging my hand up the length of my thigh-high stockings, my neck craned over my shoulder as I wiggle my ass. Just a little.

"Like what you see?" I coo, sifting my fingers through my hair as I stride toward him. He doesn't say anything which pleases me greatly. "Cat's got your tongue, baby? Or maybe it's a kitten? A little gattina? Hmm?"

His lecherous eyes are narrowed, focused, locked in on my half-naked body, his mouth slightly agape as he orders, "Come here. Right now."

"As you wish, sir." Slithering up between Milo's parted, inviting legs, I lean forward, my back arched, my hips swaying as I grip either side of the armchair. "Let's play a little game, Mr. Di Vaio," I whisper, teasingly inching my breasts closer and closer to his tensed face. His shallow, hot breath blows against my chest. "What do you say?"

"I thought we were done playing games, tesoro," he rasps, lifting his hand up to imprint me with his scalding touch.

"Ah, ah, ah…” I pull away and wave my index finger in the air as I click my tongue, a sense of control and power burning inside me. "That's part of the game. No touching."

Milo's pupils expand with carnivorous hunger. "That is impossible. Like asking a man not to breathe."

"If you succeed…” I arch down and wisp my lips against the soft shell of his ear. "I will let you fuck me—" I pause, circling my breasts in front of his face. "Anywhere."

A feral groan vibrates his throat, the thunderous sound reverberating against my red lips. "How long does this fucking game last?"

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