Page 26 of Alessio

I release my hold on her hands so that I can run one down her body, and the other I use to brush a strand of hair out of her face. Staring seriously into her eyes, I say, “There’s no changing my mind. Your ass isn’t going anywhere, even if it means tying you to the bed and fucking your pretty brains out and bringing you food to hand feed you.”

“That doesn’t sound so bad.” Her voice quivers as I rub her leg, sliding my hand up her inner thigh.

“Good. Now, tell me. Did I hurt you?” I ask, cupping her sex.

“In a good way.”

I back off and sit up, feeling the weight of the situation. “It’s never a good thing that you’re hurting.”

“No? Not even when you were destroying my pussy?” she adds with a bit of mirth, and I can’t deny a sense of pride. She’s got me there. Tearing apart her innocence and taking her virginity is something I’ll always be grateful for, but I should have been gentler.

“Okay, I suppose that’s an exception.” Lowering my head, I kiss the soft smile on her lips, stealing the gasp that escapes her mouth. When I pull away, she pouts, turning me on further. My dick is almost ready to plunge into her wetness again, but June’s little hole needs rest and a nice soak. Besides, I plan to keep her here for the rest of our lives, so there’s no need to get her sick of me already.

I have to feed her and seduce her before she realizes I’m not fucking kidding about keeping her here tied to the bed if she wants to leave. The idea of her going back to the apartment isn’t even a fathomable concept.

Sure, I want her to see her sister and roommate, but in due time—once she’s married to me and mine forever when I know they can’t convince her to run from me. Any female friend in their right mind would tell her to run when a man like me wants you to the point of madness. I know it’s wrong, but fuck if I care. I’m obsessed with June, and Dario’s just going to have to find a new maid.

“I need to head back home. My sister’s going to wonder where I am since it’s Thursday evening.”

“Tell her you have to work late for a party and you’ll be spending the night in the guest rooms because they’ll need help with the clean-up tomorrow.”

“Is that true?”

“No, but I’m not ready to share you yet, and I’m guessing you’re not ready to tell your sister about us, are you?”

“No. She’ll want me to quit, and she’ll want to know what you do for a living.”

“Exactly, so for a day or two, we’ll enjoy our time like this,” I insist. It’s not what I have in mind, but that’s what I want her to think until I can convince her to marry me.

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“Did you sleep well?”

“I did.” Last night was fantastic, and she hadn’t stressed too much after she told her sister that she had to work late and then would be helping with the party clean-up the next day, so she was staying overnight instead of going back to the apartment.

Her older sister May has to work so it isn’t a big deal, but she is suspicious and concerned. June promises to send her a text message in the morning to reassure her everything is fine, just to assuage her worries.

She’s already sitting up in bed with her phone in hand. “Are you texting your sister?”

“She sent me a message this morning. It’s weird,” she says, staring at the message, typing and then deleting something.

“What does it say?” I ask.

“That she’s going out of town to help a coworker, and she won’t be in contact for a couple of days since it’s in the boonies. I don’t believe it. I need to call her because it’s not like May at all.” She presses send and jumps off the bed in my shirt looking sexy as fuck, even though she’s nervously pacing. I grab her hand and stop her, sitting her on the bed and massaging her shoulders so I can intentionally listen in to the call.

The phone rings and rings. “June,” her sister answers on the last ring.

“Hey, what the hell is that message all about?” June snaps as soon as May answers.

“Seriously, girl. I told you. I’m on my way there now.” Her voice sounds too groggy to be someone driving.

“Actually, your text didn’t say shit.”

“Listen, her mom takes care of her grandparents, but her mom’s ill. She can’t leave because she has kids and a dick husband, so she asked me if I could do it. They are willing to pay me, so I told Coleman I quit last night. I only had a week left, anyway.”

“Okay. Seriously. You’ve got me worried. You never do anything like this. Does January know where you’re going?” I had to think about who the January chick was, but then I remember it’s the roommate.

“I sent her a message, but she’s on assignment with that asshole boss of hers.”

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