Page 55 of I Would Die For You

His hand slips onto my knee, crawling up, one finger brushing my sex. I moan again, writhing against him.

Mandy lets out a little squeak across from me. Right, we’re on a mission here. I open languid eyes and stare at her with a slow smile.

“I still can’t tempt you?”

Stefano skewers her with this intense hazel gaze next, all while his hand is slowly caressing my thigh. His other arm sneaks behind my neck, the tips of his fingers caressing the sensitive love bite.

“You want me to sleep with you two?”

I smile. “Hmmmmhmmmm. He’s a great lover.”

“How…how much?”

She’s licking her lips, and her eyes glaze over when I mention the figure. Sure, it’s not everyday you’re offered ten K for a threesome.

“When?” she asks. “Tonight?”

I smile at her, just as Stefano’s hand leaves my thigh and starts to slink up her knee. She gasps when he touches her, and as much as it sickens me to watch him touching another woman, we’re playing a part here. I have to hold it together. At least, only so long, until…

I whine and run a hand up Stefano’s chest and shoulder.

“Baby,” I moan. “Who’s gonna take care of me when you’re fucking her?”

He laughs, low and rather sordid. It’s as chilling as it’s hot.

“I know your plan,” he says, voice sounding rough like gravel just went at his vocal chords. “You want cock. In fact—” his hand has returned to my body, inching along my boobs to unfurl over my throat, “—you want two cocks inside you, you little slut, don’t you? One pounding away at your pussy while I’m fucking your ass.”

His hand has closed around my neck with every word, and my breathing is labored now.

He glances at Mandy. “You got a boyfriend?”

She blinks, then nods.

“Got a pic?”

She nods, showing him a picture of her man on her phone. It’s definitely the guy we’re after.

“Does he fuck you hard?”

“Yeah,” she mutters.

“Good. Because what my baby wants, my baby gets.” He releases my throat now, sliding his touch to my jaw which he clamps hard before kissing me even harder. “Double what she promised if you bring him along tonight.”

“I need to call him.”

“Do it.” There’s no brooking his tone. “Give me your number. I’ll text you the details.”

Stefano gets up after, his hand clasping mine and pulling me up none too gently. I land with a smack against him, and his arm wraps possessively around my waist.

“One hour,” he tells Mandy, then he’s carting me out of the bar.

I wait until we’re clear of the entrance then smile up at him.

“That went well.”

His jaw clenches, and the thunderous look on his face makes a shiver of dread course down my back. When we reach our luxury SUV—got an image to project here, after all, not that the likes of him and Valentino would ever be caught dead in anything rundown—Stefano grabs my arm and pushes me to the side of the vehicle. We parked in the last spot on the right, a CCTV dead spot. With his back facing the lot’s wall, he slams me into the back passenger door.

“Don’t ever make me touch another woman again,” he bites out.

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