Page 28 of Stealing His Christmas Present

Chapter 10

WHEN PABLO CAME FORme the next day, I was still starving. Those two loaves of bread had been stale and tasted like shit, but I’d eaten them anyway. Still, they hadn’t been anywhere near enough to sate me.

“Shower,” he simply said as he opened my cell.

Was he finally going to let me have some clothes? Or was I only going to get a fresh towel?

Moving around in a towel was a problem, especially when his camera was still on me whenever I lay down. The blanket helped, but I wanted some actual clothes.

It would make me feel at least a little bit safer. It would give me hope that I could escape. Running away only wearing a towel was so not going to be easy, especially without any shoes to protect my feet.

Not that I was going to get a chance to run away anytime soon. Unless my family found me.

Where were they? What were they thinking? Were they really chasing the wrong lead?

Pablo turned around as I made my way to the shower, but I was sure he’d be taking a peek. I kept my eyes on him as I dropped the towel and entered the shower.

He threw a quick glance over his shoulder at me.

Yep, I was right.

He liked me. Well, my body, anyway.

As I turned on the shower, grateful for the hot water and the shower gel that smelled like vanilla and roses, I kept my gaze on Pablo.

Maybe I should try a different approach.

Even back in Spain, I’d felt his erection pressing against me when we’d danced together. He’d wanted to fuck me then, and he clearly still wanted to do it, judging by the way he was looking at me and all the ways he was trying to see me naked.

Maybe I could give him what he wanted. If I seduced him, he might lower his guard, or he might be willing to allow me more freedom. He might even be willing to talk to me or let me go.

But was I willing to do that?

I bit down on my lip.

Maybe.

I’d really wanted him before, and now...

When he’d told me he would spank me, there was a rush of warmth inside me. I wasn’t sure what it meant, or if I should even think about it.

He was still as hot as sin. Nothing much seemed to have changed in that department. Except the angry look in his eyes.

Should I let him have what he wanted?

Should I let myself have it?

I had to make a decision.

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JUST LIKE YESTERDAY, Pablo brought me back to my cell and offered me a choice. A bag full of food, or more of that tasteless bread.

“But if you want the second option today, since you refused yesterday, there’s going to be some extra punishment,” he said. “You’ll have to get on your knees first and beg me to spank you.”

I gritted my teeth, but my insides tingled again.

What the hell was wrong with me?

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