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The uniform doesn’t fit. Too snug around my breasts, which are disproportionately larger than the rest of me.
His breath quickens.
I try to brush his hand away. “I can zip it …”
He dips two fingers beneath the material, catching a nipple and catching me by surprise.
A shiver races through me. “What are you doing?”
His entire body stiffens. “Good fucking question.” His hand drops. “Leave that zipper exactly where it is, capisci?”
I protest. “My breasts are on full display.”
His lips curl, and my heart stops.
There was a time I’d have died and gone to hell to earn a smile.Now you nearly died and are in hell, Riley. You’re one ofthemnow.
“What’s inside the other package, a feather duster?”
He blinks, my scorn surprising him.
We stare at each other. Distrust warring with indignation.
“Am I part of yourcleaningstaff now?”
Energy sparks in the air between us. Then he’s on me, lifting me by the hips and tossing me across his desk, pushing me down until I’m sprawled across it. The horrid uniform rides up, baring me to him.
Revealing my shame. Confirming that, despite his twisted, wicked soul, my body weeps for him.
“Jesus.”
I flush bright red. Because there’s no hiding it. He could unzip his pants and drive home, with little resistance.
Physical resistance.
Plastic rattles … except he’s taking too long for it to be a condom. He grabs my ankle, and then locks something else into place. “You’re free to move around the villa. Don’t stray from the grounds, or my men will shoot you. You’ll sleep in the same bedroom as before.”
I roll up onto my elbows and jerk the hem lower. I wiggle my leg. “What’s that?”
“A tracking device.”
I swallow hard. It’s better than the cage … better than death.
“Use the gym, the pool … library … Do whatever the hell you want. But at all times know I’ll know where to find you.”
“Am I supposed to thank you?”
His eyes narrow.
“Be grateful you’re still alive.”
CHAPTER 13
SANDRO
Water dripson the white tile floor. Fresh from an after-workout shower, I make my way to the kitchen, my throat parched and body in need of nourishment.
Cursing greets me.
