Page 47 of Scarred Heir
“I’m going to inspire you quite often.” I took her face between my hands and kissed her long enough for her to lose her breath. “I have to go now.”
“Go where?”
I tucked my shirt into my pants and zipped and buttoned them before reaching for the short, black robe Camila had provided Sable with when we arrived.
“Work.” I helped her into the silky garment, leaving it open because I appreciated the view. “Just because you suck my cock better than anyone I’ve ever met doesn’t mean I can shirk my responsibilities. I have an empire to run.”
“Should I go back to the penthouse?”
“I’ll have Ricardo come for you in a couple hours.” I buckled my belt and then put my jacket back on. “You’re not leaving here until you have a new wardrobe.”
She shook her head as she tied the robe closed.
“I find that spark of defiance in your eyes intriguing.” I slipped my hand inside her robe and caressed her breasts. “Do you know why?”
“I have no idea what goes through your twisted mind.” She challenged me with her put-off expression.
“Your defiance is intriguing because there are various ways I can make you obey me.” I trailed my hand to her throat and tugged her close to me. “I look forward to seeing how obedient you can be for me.”
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Sable
Losingmy virginity and being the recipient of an obscenely expensive shopping spree wasn’t going to change me. Entering into an unholy arrangement with a mafia prince and agreeing to be his trophy might.
Why did Milo want me here?
I rubbed my forehead as I counted the bags of clothes, shoes, underwear, and whatever else Camila insisted I needed. Where was I going to put all of this stuff?
It couldn’t stay on Milo’s bedroom floor. It definitely wasn’t coming with me when I went back to my apartment. The items in those bags weren’t meant for someone like me. They were made for someone who felt comfortable in her own skin. A woman who would know how to be the companion of Milo Accetti.
A woman like Camila would be better suited for him. What did I have tooffer him?
“Sable!” Chance hurried into the sitting room. “Are you okay?”
“Yes.” I hugged him. “Are you?” I looked him over, noting there were no new bruises on his face. It had only been two days since I last saw him, but we had never been apart that long before. “How did you get in here?”
My stomach churned when I thought about him sneaking in to find me. I didn’t want to think about what Milo would do if he caught Chance.
“Ricardo told me I could come up and see you. He said Milo okayed it.” He glanced around the bedroom. “Is this where you’re staying?”
“The first night I did.” I sat on the couch and patted for him to join me. “Last night I stayed at Milo’s penthouse.”
“Why?” He plopped down next to me, focusing on all the packages lining the wall.
“Milo sent for me and I went.” I shrugged. “What have you been doing?”
“Not too much.” He pointed at the bags. “What’s all that?”
“New clothes.” I rolled my eyes. “Milo insisted. He said if I was going to accompany him to places, I needed to look the part.”
“He didn’t like your clothes?”
“I didn’t even like my clothes.” Milo wasn’t wrong. If he was going to take me out, I couldn’t go in the clothes I came here with. I hadn’t forgotten the way the hostess and the other people at the restaurant looked at me the other night.
“Sable?” Chance shook his head. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing.” I ran my hand through my hair. “Have you been eating?”
