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“I feel little next to you… next to whatwecan mean.” I neared his mouth, unable to reach the kiss I wanted to steal. “I’m nervous with what will happen afterwards…”

“After I fuck you?” he asked sternly, eyes pinned to mine.

I nodded again.

“After that, Gemma… I give you everything you already have with me, but refuse to acknowledge: a home, a place to rest your head, to cry, to feel, to be appreciated and praised like the incredible and deserving woman you are.”

Alejandro’s palm consumed my thigh, swallowing it up as he slowly slid his fingertips up and over my panties, teasing the spot right above my clit, but not touching it.

“I’m afraid of getting hurt, of not knowing the truth about who you are,” I admitted. “But I’m willing to try.”

“You’ll do more than that. I’m not just persistent, Gemma, I’m effective. I’ll get what I want, even if I have to fuck it out of you first.”

He balled my panties into his fists, pulling them aside, exposing my cunt to the cool air. I was so fucking wet, spilling over my lips and onto his hand.

“You will be mine, Gemma. Youwillfeel me; you will scream my name, not by choice, but by the demand of your own body.” He warned one last time, testing how hard my shoulders could tremble, smiling once more. “Do I scare you, Gemma?” He clenched my auburn hair, yanking it to meet his eyes, evoking every root to tingle like the spread of a wildfire.

“Yes,” I answered weakly.

“Do you want me to keep going?” he asked, as the elevator stopped and opened to his penthouse.

He could barely finish his question, my answer already causing his cock to swell.

“God, yes,” I begged. “Never stop.”

Chapter11

Gemma

“I’m rough, Gemma. Between these walls I don’t play nice,” Alejandro bit into my neck as he lifted me, cradling my ass with an all-consuming pinch. I loved how he carried me through the foyer, my legs wrapped around his waist, crashing me along a wall that spiraled a frame into a crooked mess.

“I’m done with nice,” I cried, “I want bad.” I was so lightheaded, panting as he shifted his lower hand to cup my mound, spreading me open. He couldn’t stop kissing me, kissing me in a way that felt hurried but slow, his fingers digging into my sensitive flesh.

“Good,” he grunted. “Rule number one: I’m not your keeper, I’m your fucking Papi.”

“Papi?” I croaked.

Alejandro slid me off his waist, bent me over, and shoved me against the kitchen counter, causing my dress strap to fall off and my stomach to be wedged between the cold, white granite and him.

Smack!

A pop rang through the kitchen, as he slapped my ass. I yelped louder than the spank as he pinched me harder, making it sting.

“That’s right. Say it when you’re fucking helpless, and you need a daddy to tell you how to feel, because there are consequences for you not admitting that you’re mine.”

The endearment of ever calling him Papi—or daddy—was so fucking sexy. He was older and authoritative, a culmination of all the things I missed from my childhood, but never knew I needed, or rather, wanted. Still, this was different, sexy even.

“Consequences? Like punishment?”

“Only the worst and best kind. Something I’ve been dying to do.”

“And will it hurt?”

“At first maybe. But I’m here to teach you a lesson.” He answered to the back of my neck, squeezing my pink nipple into a delicate chaffed red, pinching it so damn good. “It won’t be easy, but believe me, Gemma… today’s pain is tomorrow’s pleasure. Now, palms on the counter,” he demanded sternly.

I eagerly complied.

Alejandro tore the rest of my vintage dress, ripping the silk down to my navel, restlessly removing his jacket and tossing his phone onto the counter. He was just as impatient as me, my purse already sprawled out of reach.

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