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Good girl.

I gasped as my cheeks burst into flames. The man really was a demon sent from hell… no… a mind reading demon sent from hell to torment me.

With a knowing chuckle, he picked up my discarded and now soaked clothes off the floor, turned, and left, closing the door behind him.

Uttering a humiliated groan, I sank below the water.

Maybe I would get lucky and drown myself.

CHAPTER 12

CESARE

I leaned against the closed door and clenched both fists as I inhaled slowly, counting to ten.

It didn’t work.

I still wanted to storm back into the bathroom, wrench her out of that tub, and fuck her until she screamed my name.

Jerking off had done nothing to ease the gnawing hunger I felt for Milana. Finally possessing her, learning I was her first—and knowing I would be her only—had unleashed a demon inside of me. I wasn't saying I condoned it, but I was finally understanding why some men chained women to beds. I was coming dangerously close to doing the same.

I needed to get a grip. I was playing a long game here. This wasn’t for a quick fuck, a weekend of fun.

Milana was my future. She was going to be my wife. For that, I would have to show some restraint. I had no choice. I just wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold out.

Dio santo!

The sight of her pleasuring herself with such abandon in my tub was one of the single most glorious things I had ever witnessed in my life. Knowing she was more than likely thinking about what had just occurred between us made it that much more pleasurable to behold. And that much harder not to join in. It had been worth it to hold back. It was proof I was getting to her. I was breaking through the massive wall of ice she had formed around her.

One battle at a time.

I was going to win this war.

The prize was too great for failure to be an option.

I made my way back into the kitchen to see about our dinner.

It was sometime later when Milana finally appeared. She cleared her throat, deliberately hanging back in the hallway area. She clutched at the lapels of the oversized robe she was wearing. “Where are my suitcases?”

I gestured with my head. “There is time for that later. Sit. Dinner is ready.”

“I’d really prefer to put on some of my own clothes first.”

I removed the pan from the stove and turned to face her. I shrugged. “I’m afraid that won’t be possible.”

I headed toward the table and ladled two portions into the dishes waiting there.

Milana gathered up the extra fabric of the robe and pajama pants pooling around her feet and marched into the kitchen. “What is that supposed to mean? What did you do with my clothes?”

I surveyed her from head to toe. She looked adorable in my robe and pajama bottoms. They were, of course, way too large on her, so she looked like a little girl playing dress-up.

I placed the pan back on the stove and picked up the wine bottle. “Nothing nefarious. I know how particular you are about your wardrobe and knowing your clothes had been crushed in those suitcases all day, I thought the considerate thing to do would be to give them to the housekeeping staff at the villa to launder and press.”

That she now no longer possessed a stitch of clothing beyond what I gave her was just a bonus.

She placed her hands on her hips. “You did this on purpose!”

The flaps of her too-large robe split open with the gesture and her beautiful naked breasts spilled out. My mouth watered at the thought of taking one of those cherry-ripe nipples in my mouth and sucking until her back arched and she moaned for me to fuck her.

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