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Gwen hasn’t said a word, still looking dazed as she stares at me. Taking advantage of her stupor, I lean down and capture her lips, tasting them for the first time since I took her captive. I’ve craved her kiss since the restroom at Macy’s.

My tongue forcefully enters her mouth as I kiss her deeply, and she kisses me back, despite everything.

“This is one vivid dream,” she murmurs.

And I smirk against her lips. “Does that mean you’ve been dreaming of me, baby?”

She stiffens, pushing back and searching the room. Her eyes snag on the chastity belt on the nightstand, realizing it has been removed. “What the fuck?” She scrambles to her feet and switches on the lamp. I see the instant regret on her face as she covers her beautiful tits from my view.

“No use hiding them. I’ve already seen them.”

“What are you doing in here?” she asks.

I tilt my head. “Well, I came to see Ma and decided I’d pay you a visit, too. That cunt was so eager for attention.”

“Do you have to be so disgusting?” she spits.

I start toward her and before she can escape, grab her wrist, pulling her naked body against me. My cock is still semi-hard and presses against her abdomen. “It’s kind of my style, baby. Now get into bed, it’s time to sleep.”

Her body turns tense. “I’m not sleeping in bed with you.”

“Oh, you are,” I purr, grabbing her wrist and yanking her toward it. Before she can fight away, I lift her into my arms and push her onto the bed.

“I need to wash,” she says, looking at her messy pussy.

“No, you’re going to sleep with my cum on you. I don’t want you washing it off.”

Her slender throat bobs as she swallows. “You’re evil.”

“And proud of it.” I unbutton my shirt and throw it to one side, noticing the way her eyes dilate with lust as they take in every tattoo on my chest. When I move my fingers to my pants, I can see her breathing labor as I get completely naked for her.

She gets under the covers and wraps herself in them, perhaps as a barrier between us. But I get on the other side and yank them off of her so that I can wrap my arm around her waist and pull her back against my chest, my still semi-hard cock settling against her ass. “Sweet dreams, princess,” I murmur, pressing soft kisses to her neck. “Try not to get too horny and don’t go begging for my cock in the night, as you’re not getting it until we’re married.”

“Which will be never,” she spits back, anger lacing her words.

I chuckle at her comment and shut my eyes, enjoying the warmth of her body against mine. Gwendolyne Tesoro already belongs to me. Hearing her cry out my name unconsciously is already proof that her mind is no longer consumed with thoughts of Piero but me instead.

13

GWENDOLYNE

“Get up,” a deep voice snaps at me.

I sit bolt upright, eyes wide. “Cillian?”

He smirks. “Oh, yes, I’m here, baby. It’s not one of your fantasies, and neither was last night.”

“You’re too arrogant for your own good.”

He smiles. “And you love it. Now get your sweet little ass out of bed. We’ve got somewhere to be.”

At that moment, I notice he’s wearing a navy tuxedo that appears to hug him like a second skin.

I arch a brow. “Somewhere to be? I haven’t left this room since you bought me here. Where could we possibly be going?”

“Things are changing as of today, baby.” He’s holding a garment bag over his arm and he puts it on the bed. Yanking the covers off me, he forces my thighs wide apart. He groans as he moves closer. “God, you’re so damn wet,” he says, moving his nose between my thighs and inhaling my scent like a feral animal. “I want to feast on you,” he murmurs. “But we don’t have time.”

He stands, leaving my pussy throbbing and needy. “Shower and get dressed. I want you downstairs in half an hour at the most.” He spins on his heels and marches out of the room, leaving me staring at the garment bag.

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