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The sun is rising by the time I walk out of my meeting with the Triad. Having a full day of business to tend to and knowing we will not be heading home until sunset, the boys and I head to the Fourth Street Diner for some coffee and breakfast.

ChapterSixteen

Avalie

Until I manage to find a way out of here, I refuse to live like a captive or a hostage. Renzo told me I could make myself at home, and that is exactly how I have spent my day.

I made myself a late breakfast in the kitchen, since I slept well past seven. After cleaning everything up, I wandered through the house and made myself familiar with all of the rooms that Renzo had not shown me. Actually listening for once, I stayed clear of his father’s office. All these days in this huge house, and I have yet to run into a single person that is not hired help. It is strange, considering it is quite obvious by the state of the bedrooms in this house that several people live here.

Having walked to and from the produce store at least once a day for most of my life, I miss being outside. It’s a sunny day, so I decide to take advantage and check out the garden while getting in a few steps. My leisurely stroll was quiet enjoyable, and I found a great little spot to lay and read for a bit. It felt amazing to be outside in the sun again – even if I was being watched by armed guards the entire time.

Passing through the library, I stop to grab another book before heading upstairs. Since I cannot seem to rid myself of thoughts of Renzo’s hands aggressively combing over my body, I opt for Stephen King over romance this time.

Maybe if I scare the shit of myself, I’ll stop thinking about those mind-blowing orgasms for more than five minutes.

Reaching my room, I look at the clock and realize its already six. After laying out in the sun most of the afternoon, I should probably take a shower before dinner. Giving myself a quick sniff, I realize just how needed that shower is.

Stripping off my clothes, I head to the bathroom and turn on the shower. While waiting for the water to warm, my eyes catch a glimpse of the bite mark on my shoulder. My pussy clenches at the thought of his hands on my body while his teeth bite through my flesh.

Fuck. This is so wrong.

Standing in the bathroom getting wet over the man who basically bought me and fantasizing about him having his way with me, I start to realize that I might be a little fucked up.

Just a little fucked up?

He is unbelievably hot, and that was literally the most amazing orgasm of my life – and the first ever from a man. There is no harm in using him as inspiration for a little self-care.

Keep telling yourself that, Ava.

Stepping into the shower, the hot water sprays over my body from the rain head in the ceiling. Closing my eyes and imaging his hands running down my body, I part my thighs and press my hand between them. My fingers immediately dancing over and around my clit.

Fuck, the thought of him taking me is hot.

My breathing is rapid when my fingers plunge inside me. Biting my lip, I try to hold back my moan.

“And what are you doing,” Renzo’s inquisitive voice scares me nearly to death.

“Fuck! Get out asshole,” I yell back at him attempting to cover myself with my hands.

He does not leave. Instead he leans against the wall opposite the shower, crosses his arms, and repeats his question, “What are you doing?”

“You know damned well what I was doing! Now get out!”

“Did I give you permission to come?”

“Did you what,” his question catches me off-guard.

“You belong to me,” his voice deep and gravelly, “I decide when you come.”

“I’m sorry, but the fuck you do,” my hand dips back between my thighs.

He might’ve provided the greatest orgasm of all time, but I’ll be damned if he thinks he actually owns me. That he can control me. He will never control me.

“Are you sure you want to test me,” Renzo pulls open the glass door and stands fully clothed at the edge of the shower.

Ignoring his question, I close my eyes. Determined to prove him wrong, that he does not own me, my fingers vigorously rub my clit.

“You want to play,” his voice menacing as he firmly grabs my chin, “we can play.”

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