Page 28 of Savage Prince

Her grin grows wicked.

“Yes,” I hiss.

“Maybe that’s my plan.”

“It would probably work.”

She sucks her bottom lip between her teeth, batting those dark lashes and burning need zips down to my cock. Fuck, what is it about this woman?

I’ve heard about love at first sight but lust at first kidnapping? I’m a completestronzo.

Dropping the towel, which barely covers anything, she presses the shirt to her chest and her nostrils flare. “What cologne do you use? I like it.”

Heat rises up my neck, and I clear my throat awkwardly. “I don’t wear any,” I mutter. Not unless it’s a special occasion, but I don’t find it necessary to clarify.

“Hmm, interesting.” She continues to watch me from beneath waves of damp hair, clutching my shirt and boxers in her hands, andmerda, seeing her naked like that holding my clothes has my stupid cock thickening.

“Put on the clothes,” I bark.

“Okay, okay.”

I turn away, focusing on the terrace on the opposite side of the room and the setting sun’s reflection on the lake. It may not have been as grand as the masterterrazzobut at least I’ll have a place to sit outside and stew tonight.

Who knows what tomorrow will bring once I deliver the news of his daughter’s abduction?

This could be my last sunset…

The thought is oddly comforting.

Thirty-five years and already I find myself looking forward to the quiet peace of oblivion.Mamma’s passing was anything but peaceful. When my time comes, I long for a quick bullet to the head.

“You can turn around now. I’m decent.”

Serena’s voice has the dismal thoughts waning and my head spinning over my shoulder. “Cazzo,” I rasp out through gritted teeth.

Serena’s even more tempting inmyclothes.

The black dress shirt is barely buttoned high enough to conceal the sensual swell of her breasts and her long, sexy legs peer out from beneath the hem. I can’t even see my boxers under there, but I can imagine the soft material cradling her ass, caressing her pussy…

Dammit, stop that.

“You should go to bed,” I murmur, my voice rough.

“Right. Busy day of hostaging tomorrow.”

“Serena…” Her name comes out as a needy rumble.

She moves toward the adjoining door before spinning back. “You’re not sleeping?”

Of course not. I won’t be able to sleep knowing my precioustesorocould be trying to escape. “Not tired.”

“Right.” A sigh parts her lips, and she pads out of my room. “Night.”

CHAPTER 15

ESCAPE

Serena

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