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“Most. There are the exceptions.” Her beautiful whiskey-colored eyes dance around my face as she tilts her head.

“So if I told you I didn’t want to be yours, would you let me go? Even after publicly declaring it last night the way you did?” She expects me to be like the other men in her life—only a taker. But I will not give her the satisfaction.

“I would. But on one condition.” Her eyes widen in response, her shocked expression making me smile.

“What condition?” She now fully turns to face me, the prospect of her freedom capturing her attention.

“You would stay with me for two months. In my house. In my bed. You will accompany me to events, both family and business. You will get to know my life and the people in it. You will give being with me a proper try. Fully committed. After two months, if you don’t want what I have to offer, I will remove the bounty on your head, and you can leave. I will even give you enough money to disappear.” I could see her mulling my offer over, her bottom lip captured between her teeth as she does.

“Will we have to be intimate?” I lean forward, our faces mere inches apart, her teeth releasing the lip she has been biting.

“You won’t be forced into anything. But,” I say, gripping her chin between my fingers as my lips brush against hers.

“Your body wants to be intimate with me. Already, just being this close, you are slick with desire. I bet if I bunch this pretty dress up and dip my fingers into those cute panties you are wearing, my fingers would be slick with your wetness.”

She moans as I release her chin, my point proven.

“You won’t have to do anything,il mio fiorellino. But I am sure you will ask me before the two months are up. And I will oblige. Because, make no mistake, I have thought of tasting that sweet pussy of yours while I stroked my cock in the shower just this morning. Had you been there, I would have stuffed you full of my come, an event I’m inclinedto think you might enjoy.”

Her eyes are wide as she runs her hands down her dress nervously, her thighs squeezing together with that tell-tale sign that she is turned on. My dirty words make her pussy throb. Just like my hand around her neck does. I’m pretty sure if I spanked her ass, she would be dripping after the fourth slap made contact with that pretty flesh. These thoughts make me rock hard.

So much to explore. I just hoped two months was enough.

Not only for that, but for her to realize what I already know.

She is perfect for me, and I am perfect for her.

Chapter 19

Lily

The Grand. I have been here before. The salads are nice. It’s the only thing I was allowed to eat to ensure I maintained my figure. No one wanted a fat fiancée, I was told on numerous occasions. Perhaps today, I could eat something from their five-star chef that wasn’t just rabbit food. Dominico doesn’t seem fazed by what I eat as long as I eat, which is refreshing.

Dante opens my car door, and I climb out while Dominico stands at the entrance, speaking to someone I don't recognize. He asked me to wait for five minutes while he took care of some business with the owner, which sent my anxiety skyrocketing. What exactly are we doing here?

I wish I could ask these questions, but I doubted I had any right to any answers. I was just here, doing what others told me to do—the theme of my life. Except now, after this car ride, there was a light at the end of the tunnel. I could be free. However, the condition attached to it might be a higher price than I can afford to pay—two monthsin a relationship with a man who already made me feel all mushy. Imagine being in the same bed as him. I’d be a walking puddle at the end of my sentence.

I approach the man in question, his gaze roaming my figure and making me squirm with a feeling I try hard to suppress. Desire. Lust. Stronger than I have ever experienced in my life. More intense than I can comprehend, given everything I have been through. I never thought I would feel desire like this again. Sexually, I believed I was broken.

Dante and Nero vanish inside as two of Dominico’s bodyguards stay behind, their eyes scanning the vacant parking area. It seems odd that no one is present.

As I stand before Dominico, his gaze sweeps my face.

“Have you made a decision?” His question surprises me. I didn’t realize I had so little time to decide.

I stare at him, my mind swimming with my options. If I attempted this alone, I wouldn’t be free. Not with such an enticing bounty on my head. So what choice did I truly have but to strike a deal with the devil himself?

His eyebrow lifts, and my heart races as I sense the weight of my answer.

“I agree,” the words spill from my lips, sealing my fate as my heart races erratically in my chest. The anticipation of everything that is entailed makes this both thrilling and frightening.

A smirk spreads across his face as he slips his hand into mine before we enter the lobby of the stylish restaurant.

“As mine, no one disrespects you. A message must be sent—one that is essential for your safety. Are you prepared for that?” I don’t understand what he is saying until we enter the large restaurant area, which has only two guests.

I stop in my tracks as I observe Senator John Underwood and a young woman around my age, her eyes devoid of emotion. Blank. It's a look I know well, having seen that same expression reflected in my own eyes countless times in the life I had escaped. Defeat.

Their presence here is surprising. We left after Dominico's declaration last night, allowing no chance for the Senator and me to cross paths again, thankfully. But now he was here, and I was being compelled to engage in something I didn’t fully understand.

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