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The way he talked to me, the way he had taken me, the damn way he had already touched every part of my body … I hadn’t been able to get it off my mind all night. And him standing this close to me wasn’t helping.

I swallowed hard and pressed my knees together, feeling the heat gather in my core.

“Do. You. Under—”

I laughed at him—full-on laughed in his face. It must’ve been his craziness rubbing off on me, or I had a death wish. Probably the latter.

“Listen, Cristian,” I said, wrapping a hand around his wrist. With my other, I placed it right on the front of his pants, feeling his already-hard cock. “The only thing I understand is this.”

Cristian closed his eyes and mumbled something in Italian under his breath, the words coming out low and raspy, making my heart race just a bit faster.

Instead of pulling my hand away—like I should have if I hated him as much as I told myself I did—I stroked his cock through his tightening suit pants and imagined him shoving it inside of me again, the thick shaft stretching me out.

Before I could stop myself, I slipped my hand into his pants and wrapped my fingers around his hard, bare cock. I closed my eyes and blew out a deep and unsteady breath.

“Fuck,” I whispered, clenching.

Suddenly, Cristian pulled my hand from his pants, twirled me around, shoved my chest against the door, and held me there with his forearm pressed hard against the back of my neck. “What don’t you understand about behaving?” he sneered in my ear, voice low and husky. Though I expected him to pull himself away, he fumbled with his pants, pulled out his huge cock, and ground himself against my ass through my thin dress.

“You’re the one who”—Cristian pulled up the back of my dress, forcefully pulled my hips toward him, swiped my underwear to the side, and pressed his cock against my aching hole—“doesn’t know how to”—he shoved himself inside of me in one quick thrust—“behave.”

Overcome by a wave of pleasure, I grasped on to a shelf near the door to hold myself up and moaned out as Cristian pounded himself into me so savagely, just like he had last night. My eyes fluttered closed, and I silently thanked Cristian for shutting the door earlier.

Balls slapping against my clit with every thrust, Cristian curled his finger around my hips every time my pussy tightened harder around him. “Fucking ride my dick, Roxie,” he ordered, slowing his thrusts.

I moved my hips back and forth on his, letting him get deep inside of me.

“That’s my goodprincipessa.” Cristian grunted behind me, his voice becoming raspier by the second. “Keep moving your hips like that for me and come on this dick.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, I clutched on to the shelf and stopped as wave after wave of pleasure shot through me. I slapped a hand over my mouth and screamed into it. Cristian grunted behind me and stilled too, his cum spilling into me.

“Never having sex with me again, huh?” I asked, mocking him after he pulled out.

All the light, happy pleasure drained from his face. He clenched his jaw, dressed, and grabbed me by the wrist, yanking me out of the room. “This stays in Boston, Roxie. We’re leaving.”

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roxie

Cristian hadn’t spokento me in three days straight. After we returned from Boston, he either stayed at his office or in his penthouse, only making eye contact with me at the club a few times. I knew that he had been watching me though—could feel his eyes on me every time I had my head turned.

I yawned and sat up in my bed, quickly adjusting to my new life as an innocent woman, using the Ricci family’s money because the don wanted me for some ungodly reason.

After eyeing the gun Cristian had given me—which I hadn’t touched since Boston—I decided that I’d find a shooting range around here and try it out again. If I was going to kill him one of these days, my skills needed to be perfect. Absolutely perfect.

Wearily, I dressed, grabbed the gun, and tucked it into my waistband. Someone knocked on my door, and I hurried to it, hoping it was Cristian. When I opened the door, Cristian wasn’t there, but the new guard he had assigned to me was.

“What?” I asked, brow arched.

After walking out of the apartment and locking the door behind me, I hurried to the elevators, not waiting for the guard to even follow. I jammed the bottom floor button until the doors started to close. The guard stepped into the elevator just before the doors closed.

“You slept late. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“Where is the closest shooting range?” I asked.

“Two blocks down, a few buildings away from Cristian’s club.”

After deciding to walk, I found myself standing at the doors to an upscale, exclusive shooting range. I hadn’t even thought that there’d be one this close, never mind this central in the city. I walked down three sets of stairs, down into a deep underground basement, and gave the pretty brunette at the counter the best smile that I could muster.

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