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My first impulse is to tell him to shut the fuck up and stay away from her, but I control myself. There’s a bigger picture to consider.

“She may prove useful,” I say evenly, masking my irritation. “Especially in dealing with the Garadinos and their little flunky, Jimmy. But she’s off-limits. I’ll be the one to handle her, understood?”

Sean raises an eyebrow but doesn’t push it. “Got it. Just saying, she could be a distraction we could use.”

“I know exactly how to use her,” I reply, my tone hard. “And it won’t involve you.”

Sean nods, understanding the finality in my voice. “All right, boss. Just let me know what you need.”

“I will,” I say, standing up. “For now, focus on keeping Jimmy in line and finding out what the Garadinos are planning. We can’t afford any surprises.”

Sean stands as well, his expression hard. “I’ll get right on it. We’ll keep things tight.”

“Good,” I reply, watching him leave. As the door closes, I let my mind wander back to Mandy. She’ll be useful, all right, but in ways Sean can’t even imagine.

I refresh my drink, letting the warmth of the whiskey slide down my throat as I imagine sultry images of Mandy. Her body is a vision I can’t shake. I think about her luscious ass and perfect breasts, the way her long, brown hair splayed around her face as I made love to her.

Her innocence ... God, it was a turn-on. I can’t believe she was a virgin. The way she responded to my touch, the way she gave herself to me so completely—it was intoxicating. I want to have her again, to claim her over and over.

I swirl the whiskey in my glass, staring out over the city. The lights twinkle below, a constant reminder of the power and control I hold. But right now, all I can think about is Mandy and the way she made me feel. Her vulnerability, her purity, mixed with the passion she showed, was unlike anything I’ve experienced before.

The night stretches ahead, filled with possibilities. I take another sip of whiskey, savoring the burn.

I’ll have her again. And this time, there’ll be no holding back.

Chapter 11

Mandy

Good. Now, I want you to touch yourself.

The text is burned into my memory.

I can’t stop thinking about Enzo, our texts, our fun.

I close my eyes and think back to the other night, to how sexy Enzo was and the way he took control. The memory lights little fires under my skin.

I can still feel his hands on me, the roughness of his touch mixed with surprising gentleness. The way he made me feel was incredible. I’d never felt so alive, so completely consumed by another person. His commanding presence and the way he seemed to know exactly what I needed was intoxicating.

My mind replays the moments: his lips on mine, his body pressing against me, the way he made every inch of my body tingle with desire. He took me to places within myself I didn’t even know existed, and now I can’t stop thinking about him.

All I want to do is relive those moments with Enzo, to feel his touch again, to lose myself in the fantasy of him.

I give in to my thoughts, unable to resist any longer. Still in bed, I quickly strip off my pajama shorts and panties. My skin tingles with anticipation as I close my eyes, ready to bring myself to release.

Enzo’s deep voice echoes in my mind, his muscular body and commanding presence filling my thoughts. I can almost feel his hands on me, rough and gentle in the perfect combination. I bite my lip, remembering the way he looked at me. He knew exactly what I wanted and how to give it to me.

My breath quickens as I recall those sexy texts he sent, teasing me, asking if I was touching myself. The memory makes my heart race and my body ache for him. I let my hand slide down, finding the spot that craves his touch. I start to move, imagining Enzo’s strong hands instead of mine, his voice whispering filthy promises in my ear.

I picture him standing over me, that wicked grin on his face as he takes control. His hands on my hips, his breath hot against my skin, the way he made me feel completely owned.

"Are you touching yourself, Mandy?" I imagine him saying, his voice a low growl. I moan softly, answering him in my mind, feeling the heat build inside me.

Just as I’m about to lose myself completely in the fantasy, a car door slams shut outside, and the sound jolts me back to reality, shattering the moment. I open my eyes, my heart still racing, frustration bubbling up with the lingering desire.

“Seriously?” I mutter, glancing toward the window.

With a sigh, I sit up, the longing for Enzo still burning inside me, now mixed with the annoyance of being pulled from the edge.

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