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“I’ve told you already,” I say, kissing her neck and dragging the edge of my teeth down it to the juncture where it meets her shoulder. “I’m your captain, princess.”

She shudders as I slide my teeth into her flesh, savoring everything about this moment.

Her scent.

Her taste.

There’s a part of me that wants to tear into her right here, devour her and have her begging me for more over the countertop. There’s another part of me that wants her to admit she wants me more than Piero willingly. Although, I doubt I’m going about it the right way.

She’s a fucking treat.

“And don’t forget it.” I release her from my grasp, resisting the urge to give in to temptation. “Sweet dreams.” I wink at her before turning away and leaving my beautiful little princess alone and needy in the restroom. It won’t be long until I take her. I just need a solid plan in place before I strike.

Piero won’t know what hit him, and neither will sweet little Gwendolyne.

6

GWENDOLYNE

Asharp knock jolts me from my dazed thoughts. Piero isn’t available for dinner tonight, like most nights that I’ve been here in Los Angeles, so I ordered room service. The point of me being here is to get to know him better, but he doesn’t have time for me.

My heart sinks when I open the door and clash gazes with alluring chestnut eyes—my stalker from Macy’s.

He’s wearing a black suit and white shirt without a tie, the buttons only done so far, displaying an impressive amount of ink scrawling across his chiseled chest.

The look on his face makes my insides twist and my heart race.

Quickly, I push the door shut, but not fast enough.

He wedges his shoe into the gap and uses his powerful strength to force it open. “That’s not nice, is it Gwen?” he asks, stepping into my room without invitation.

This man is dangerous, and it’s not just his stalking tendencies that tell me that, it’s the darkness in his eyes.

I stumble backward until I’m against the wall, desperation clawing its way through me like talons against flesh. “Stay away from me,” I say, my voice quivering.

He doesn’t just scare me because he’s clearly unhinged. He scares me because of the way he makes me feel. I think it’s why I haven’t told Piero about him yet. If I had, I know Piero would have tripled my security.

Alejandro.

“What have you done with my bodyguard?” I ask.

A wicked smirk flashes across his beautiful face. “Don’t worry, he’ll live.” He steps into the room, shutting the door behind him and trapping us together.

“I’m expecting room service,” I warn.

“Is that supposed to be a threat?”

I narrow my eyes. “I’ll beg them to help me.”

He laughs and steps closer to me. “No, you won’t, Gwendolyne, because you’re intrigued.”

“Intrigued?” I question.

He keeps moving closer, making butterflies erupt in the pit of my stomach. “Intrigued as to what I want from you and what will happen between us tonight.” He pauses and runs a hand through his dark hair. “If you’re ordering room service, it means Piero doesn’t have time for dinner with you tonight. Is that right?”

A pang of hurt clenches at my chest because he’s right. What kind of man doesn’t have time for dinner with his future wife? I fear it might be a preview of what I should expect when we’re married. Loneliness.

“What’s your point?” I ask.

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