Page 36 of Covert Desires

There is something that draws me to this man. All these years later, something is finally giving me that rush of excitement again; that rush that used to be my reason for living. Before….

No, focus Kiah.

I push the thought out of my head and take my coffee outside to let the waves calm me as they always do.

But there’s no calm for me today.

The ocean is as chaotic as my thoughts.

I know I haven’t solved my problem, merely kicked the can down the road. In three weeks, I’ll have staff around, and then what? How do I explain the murderous man with the explosive collar?

I take a sip of my coffee, counting my breaths.

One problem at a time.

Chapter eleven

Spanking

(Nico)

Thiswomanisacomplete whackjob, I think for the umpteenth time as I continue my struggle with the fitted sheet.

Three days intohelping, and I’m already over it.

I need to get out of here already.

Not exactly an easy mission with this fucking bomb collar around my neck. How does she even have such a thing?

The worst part is that I’m starting tolikemy collar. I’ve only had it for a few days but I’m so hyperaware of it at all times. It makes my pulse race and my dick press uncomfortably against its cage.

The metal around my neck feels like someone has their hands wrapped firmly around my skin, just holding me, ready to choke me.

I don’t think Kiah would press that button, but I also didn’t think she was anything other than a helpless woman. So, who knows what she’s really capable of?

Miss Kiah seems to like hiding things from me. She clearly can’t be trusted.

Then why the fuck am I so turned on by her? Sure, she’s beautiful if you’re into older women with a nice rack (which, I’ve just found out, I am). But it’s been a long time since I let a woman distract me…

This whole situation is just weird.

And the insane heat isn’t helping me clear my thoughts.

Wearing clothes has become unbearable, so I’ve just given up altogether. It’s not like this woman hasn’t seen (and touched) every part of my body already—repeatedly, often when I wasn’t even awake. Not that I mind that part. I wish she’d spentmoretime feeling me up.

Kiah’s so damn hard to read, though; it drives me mad. The innkeeper didn’t even fight me on the no clothes thing; she just shrugged when I defiantly declared I wouldn’t put anything on. It made me furious, but I refused to let her see it.

Urgh, the lack of clothes is worsening my constant state of unfulfilled arousal.

If only she’d let me out of this fucking cage. It’s changing me. I don’t know how, but it’s making my mind think about things I wouldn’t usually think about, leaving less and less space for the demons that usually live rent-free in my head.

Focus, Domenico.

I don’t exactly have time to get sidetracked here. My father is dead, and everyone thinks I did it. I need to get off this fucking island and find a way to clear my name and take my throne as the rightful heir. Not play house with some deranged blonde having a midlife crisis.

Yet here I am, trying to figure out which side goes where with this stupid sheet, and I’m oh-so tempted just to set the whole lot on fire.

The piercing sound of laughter floats in behind me, and I snap my head around to find Kiah regarding me with what looks like amusement.

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