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“Like a maid,” Francesca nods, quickly confirming her naivety. “I’ll cook and clean and all of that stuff.”

“I can afford a thousand maids,” I scoff. “And all of them would be more qualified than you.”

“But they wouldn’t be me,” she shakes her head. “I’m the daughter of a don. Even if he is a disgraced don, he’s still a don. Consider me a status symbol.”

“A status symbol that I can’t show off to anyone?”

“Fuck,” Francesca huffs, sinking down into the mattress. “What do you want, then?”

“I want your obedience,” I tell her. “I want your servitude. Your submission.” I want your body.

“Yeah, a maid.”

“I want a slave.”

“Call it whatever you want. I won’t be getting paid anyway.”

“You would be willing to do whatever I want, whenever I want?”

“Yes.”

“No matter what I ask for?”

Francesca gulps as her gaze darts back and forth between my eyes and the bulge growing below my waist. She sees what she does to me. But is she willing to take advantage of it?

“No matter what,” she gulps, one more time.

“Deal,” I smirk. “Now, let’s get started.”

7

Francesca

Oh shit.

What the fuck did I just do? What the fuck did I just say? What the fuck did I just agree to?

To escape my demons, I’ve gotten in bed with the devil.

And he’s already looking to collect my soul.

“You want to start now?” I ask. A dull ache still pounds behind my skull and my body is just as sore as it’s ever been before.

“There’s no time to waste,” Ray smirks, mischief glimmering in his dark brown eyes.

“Can I at least have some time to recover?”

Despite the pains ravaging my body, there’s something else growing in there, too. It’s a feeling that only gets more intense as my eyes pry themselves away from Ray’s scorching glare.

Hesitantly, my gaze drops down his body, below his waist. The bulge is unmistakable. And it looks like it’s still growing.

He’s getting hard, and he’s not even trying to hide it.

At first, I thought I might be able to take advantage of that. Now, though, I just feel stupid. How much more naïve could I possibly be?

“What kind of recovery?” Ray asks, his curious gaze wrapping around my body.

“I mean, you said it yourself. I was just drugged. If I’m going to be of any use to you, I should probably get some more rest.”