Page 32 of Savage Don

“Yeah, like school,” Francesca mumbles, apparently only now coming to the realization of what this plan means to her academic career.

“No more school until you get home,” I confirm for her. “Or for a while after that. You’ll be on lockdown.”

“The semesters almost over,” she sighs. “One more essay and a few exams and I can take next semester off.”

Stepping back in front of the light, I cover her in my dark shadow once again. Her tight little body sinks in relief and I can’t help but study her.

One way or another, that body will be mine.

“In a few days, I’ll bring you home to your father,” I announce. “I’ll take the credit for saving you from your kidnappers. I’ll also point out the perpetrators… and then I’ll sneak in your homework while you’re on lockdown.”

There’s that shocked look on her face again. It drops her plump bottom lip and I’m so tempted to lean over and kiss her that I could almost throw everything out of the window just for a taste.

Almost.

Somehow, I’m able to control myself. That time will come soon enough. First, I need to get all of my pieces in place.

“How?” Francesca asks, slack-jawed.

“Domenico may be able to keep you in, but he won’t be able to keep me out. Especially if I have suspicions that he isn’t running a tight ship. He works for me, after all.”

“So, you’ll help me?” Francesca asks, pushing herself further up the headrest that she’s been leaning against for support. Still, I spot the suspicion returning to her tender gaze.

“I didn’t say that,” I tease.

Everything is going exactly as planned. Francesca is even coming to all of these conclusions on her own. Hopefully, the next one will be the one I crave the most.

Her subservience.

But is she experienced enough to catch the subtle desire in my gaze, or do I need to make it clearer?

Dropping my hands, I stop clenching my fists and let the blood rush below my waist.

Take a peek, princess. This is what I really want for you.

“Please, Ray,” she begs, that soft voice breaking like she hasn’t just chugged three glasses of water.

“What do I get in return?” I ask, turning my chin up at her.

That’s all I ask. The rest is up to her. And as I loom over Francesca, watching the naïve but clever little princess comb through her throbbing mind, I can’t help but begin to like her.

That’s dangerous. My obsession needs to remain on her body, and on how useful she can be to my ambitions.

Anything more is just asking for trouble.

… But she’s really trying to make this work, even if she doesn’t really know what’s happening.

I’ll fill her in soon enough, but only after I’ve claimed her. Only after she knows that she belongs to me.

“I’ll be your slave,” she suddenly says.

“My slave?”

For as much as I was expecting, I wasn’t ready for that. It’s too on the nose. Hell, I thought we’d at least have to dance around it a little while.

She must not be as naïve as I thought.

Or maybe my cock is just so hard that it’s impossible to miss.