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“Relax, my love. I won’t hurt you.” His voice is raspy, as if he’s tired, and his breath moves my hair when he speaks.

Then a thought comes to mind. “Whose room is this?”

“It’s my room,” he replies, and I feel him nuzzle his face into my hair, inhaling my scent. It causes my eyelids to flutter and my core to heat.

I’ve never been spooned before. I am no virgin, but I’ve never stuck around after sex to be cuddled. Even if I had to sleep with someone on an assignment, I found a way to sneak out post-sex. And I’ve never brought anyone back to my apartment. I would just have a quickie in the bathroom at a bar or in the back seat of a car. Sometimes even a hotel, then sneak out as soon as I got the chance to. Intimacy is too foreign for me, and I’m automatically uncomfortable and anxious.

“Why am I staying in your room?” I’m sure there must be tons of empty rooms here and enough guards to spare to keep watch over me. Why put me inhisroom?

“Because I want you in my room, Irma. I want you in my bed, with me, every night.” He moves my hair off the back of my neck and presses his lips to my skin there.

My body begins to tremble, and his arm tightens around me. He slides his other arm under me to wrap around me as well, pulling me completely flush with his body. “Why? What do you want from me?” I whisper.

Pressing his lips to my ear, he whispers back, “Everything,mi amor.” Kissing the spot behind my ear that apparently my body really likes, he settles in behind me. “Sleep, my love. We will talk more in the morning.”

Sleep? He really thinks I can sleep now? That I can just close my eyes and drift off as if nothing is wrong?He’s insane. Psychotic. A monster. A beautiful and sexy monster. No, I cannot think about him like that. I cannot think of him as being attractive in any way, shape, or form. He may be attractive, but he’s a very dangerous and deleterious man. He slit a guy’s throat in broad daylight with zero hesitation or any remorse. He drugged me and took me as a prisoner and starved me for almost a month. Not to mention he has a heavy hand in selling illegal weapons, the sex trade, and drugs. He’snota good man. I may be no angel, but I do havesomemorals. I don’t have murder on my hands, and I would never sell a human for any amount of money. It’s disgraceful and beyond contempt.

Lying there for what feels like hours, I listen to his breathing even out and wait to make sure he’s in a deep sleep before moving. Lifting his arm up, I try to stealthily slip out from underneath it, but both of his arms tighten around me in reaction. He pulls me back into him once again. “Do I need to handcuff you to me? Or better yet, to the bed?” he rumbles into my neck, and I shiver. His erection I’ve been desperately trying to disregard is now digging into my ass and simply cannot be ignored any longer. Growling, he presses it to my ass. “Do you feel what you do to me,mi amor? Don’t push me. I’m already very close to snapping and taking you rather than having you,” he warns, and I get the message loud and clear. Like he said, I’m no match for him even on my best day.

Swallowing hard, I lie still, but my bladder begins to throb. Licking my dry lips, I turn my head to find his eyes closed. I study his face for a long moment while he’s dormant and I have the chance. Most people look so innocent when they sleep, but not Alejandro. He even looks cross when his eyes are closed and he’s relaxed. As if even in his sleep he’s stressed and uptight. I almost feel sorry for the cruel man.

“Alejandro?” His eyes instantly pop open, immediately alert, but his body doesn’t move. “I need to use the restroom.”

Expecting him to carry me there or at least insist on going with me, I lie there unmoving when he unwraps his arms from me. Unsure of what to do. “I’ll be right here,” he says with a tiny smirk, and I almost think this is a trap or another test.

Sliding out of bed, I get to my feet and linger for a moment. I glance over my shoulder to find him watching me with his cool gaze. “Um, would it be okay if I showered? It’s been almost three days, and I feel kind of—” I stop when he rolls out of bed and stands to his feet. “What are you doing?”

“Let’s go shower.” He stands in front of me, and I can’t help but take in his beautiful and very naked torso. His skin is smooth, aside from the light dusting of dark hair on his broad chest, and it’s the color of caramel mixed with milk chocolate. It’s stretched over steel abs and chiseled muscles, and as I continue my perusal of him, my eyes stop at that damn V muscle that disappears into his low-hanging sweats.

Literally shaking my head and closing my eyes, I want to smack myself for getting easily distracted by his good looks and for being so obvious with my ogling. If he thinks I am at all attracted to him, it’ll only encourage him.

I open my eyes and want to wipe that smirk off of his gorgeous face. “I’m not showering with you.”

He crosses his arms over his delicious-looking chest. “Then you’re not showering.”

My eyes widen. “Seriously?” He nods, and I want to punch him. I want to punch him so bad. Right square in the nose. “You’re sick,” I hiss.What kind of perverted game is he playing?

He sighs and takes my hand in his. “I need to be there in case you fall.” He begins leading us toward the bathroom. “You’re still too weak to be doing such physical activities.”

We enter the bathroom, and he flicks the light on. “Physical activity?” I blanch. “I’ve been sleeping forever, and all I want to do is stand under the water and wash myself.”

“Stop arguing.” He drops my hand and gestures toward the toilet that has its own private door for seclusion.

I go and quickly do my business, thankful that he didn’t insist on standing there while I peed. When I come out, he’s in the large glass-enclosed shower turning the water on. I don’t even think. My body reacts on instinct, and I take the opportunity to turn and run. I literally make it to the door of the bathroom when his arm encircles my waist, lifting me off my feet, and he uses his free hand to slam the bathroom door shut.

“I’m not showering with you, you sick freak!” I shriek, and flail my limbs as he backs us up, chuckling to himself.

He sets me back down on my feet, keeping one arm around my waist. “And I told you, it’s either you shower with me or you don’t shower at all.”

“Then I won’t shower at all,” I retort.

“Well, ever since you mentioned a shower, it’s all I can think about now,” he muses, then spins me around to face him.

“Then go ahead and shower. No one’s stopping you.” I glare up at him defiantly.

He grins, and my eyes dart down to his perfect set of teeth. “Just get in the shower, my love.”

I cross my arms over my chest like a petulant child. “No. And stop calling me that.”

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