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I bite my bottom lip and take another sip from the bottle, trying to ease my nerves.
“Show me how much you want it, again,” he asks me.
Oh.
My cheeks heat at the memory. Is he thinking about me, now? No, why would he? His moans and groans pull me back to reality as they start to get louder, his hand moving furiously along his cock until he lets out an animalistic groan as he releases onto his stomach. Quickly, I rush back up the stairs and along the hallway, my heart beating wildly in my chest. Back in the bedroom, I jump straight back into bed and pull the covers up over me, hoping if, or when, he comes to bed that he can’t see how flushed I am or hear the throbbing ache between my legs.
It seems like forever until I hear him walk through the door. I squeeze my eyes shut, pretending to be asleep. He walks into the bathroom and shuts the door. I can hear the shower turn on, and I let out the breath I’ve been holding. You can do this. I give myself a shake to get rid of the tingles and the porno that is stuck on a loop in my head. If you can get through this first night, then it’s going to be okay. I hear the water turn off and my body tenses. You’ve spent the night with him before, you can do it again. Both times I was drunk, not dead ass sober. Maybe I should have drunk more during poker. My body tenses as the door to the bathroom opens and light shines into the room. I still, then try to settle my breathing, still feigning sleep. He turns the bathroom light off and the entire room falls into darkness, then the bed dips as he gets in. He fusses about with his pillow, getting it in the right position before settling.
“Did you enjoy the show tonight, princess?” he asks, and I can hear the smirk in his voice. Shit, what does he mean? Is he talking about watching him touch himself? The poker game? “I remember you telling me in Vegas how much you loved watching me stroke my cock for you.”
Ignore him. He’s teasing you, trying to make you feel uncomfortable, hoping he can scare you from his bed, and from the deal.
Not going to happen.
“Don’t remember,” I say.
He chuckles darkly. “If that’s the lie you want to tell yourself.”
“You really have a big ego, don’t you?”
“Princess, you know it’s not only my ego that’s big,” he coos, and I feel his warm breath against my neck. “I saw you in the reflection watching me tonight. Your eyes trained on my cock. Your cheeks pink remembering the way your tight little cunt slid down on top of it. Because let me tell you, my cock fucking remembers.” I try to calm my shaky breath. Fuck. Ignore him. “You can pretend you don’t remember what’s happened between us, but I remember. And tonight, as I touched myself, I remembered the way you begged me to fuck you, stretch you, spank you. The way my mouth devoured your pussy. I remember your sweetness coating my face as you came all over it.”
He has me almost panting and I hate it, hate that he has me twisting with need, thanks to his filthy words.
“Guess you’re going to have to get used to using that hand because we will never ever repeat what happened between us. Ever,” I tell him angrily.
Alessandro chuckles, and I feel him move closer toward me. “Doubtful, I can feel you squirming beside me, trying to stave off the throbbing that’s between your thighs.”
“Get over yourself,” I bite back.
“You can still hate me while I make you come,” he whispers against my skin.
I bite my bottom lip, trying to ignore the heat he’s igniting within me. You’re fine. You don’t need him.
“I don’t need you. I have my own toys that can get me off better than any man.”
He tsks me. “Like I’ve said before, you keep fucking boys, princess. When you fuck men, you don’t need a toy to finish yourself off. But I know you won’t let me touch you to ease the ache that I know is between your legs, so the next best thing is your toys. Now get them,” he commands darkly.
Huh. “What? No,” I answer.
“If you won’t get them then I’m hopping out of this bed and searching high and low for them. Your choice,” he demands.
“Fuck you,” I spit back, ignoring his teasing.
“Suit yourself,” he says, throwing back the sheets and turning on the bedside lamp. “If I was Natalia’s toys, where would I be?” he questions as he heads toward my bags.
Next thing I know, I’m out of bed and rushing after him. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Helping you because you’re too fucking stubborn,” he says, grabbing my suitcase and opening it.
“Don’t touch my stuff,” I yell, grabbing his thick arm, and that’s when I realize he’s dressed in nothing but a pair of pajama shorts that leave nothing to the imagination, highlighting how big he is. He ignores me and continues to search through my things. “This is madness. Stop, you’ve made your point,” I tell him.
He stills and turns to me. “What point would that be, princess?” he asks, raising a brow in my direction.
I stand there in my old T-shirt, staring at his half-naked self. “That … that …” I can’t seem to say the words.
“Spit it out, Nat.”
