Page 33 of The Mafia's Vendetta

“What do you mean?”

Drew could tell she was nervous, which pleased him, but he also caught the undertone of fear in her voice.He walked to her and cupped her face, ignoring the flinch.

“Don’t ever be afraid of me, Sweetheart.I will never harm you.”He studied her face, and he smiled when she relaxed and nodded.“That doesn’t mean you won’t get punished.”

Her mouth dropped open.“But you just said…”

“Yes, and I meant it.That doesn’t include my hand on your ass or you having to stay in the room…”

“I’m to be punished like a child?”she interrupted.

He smiled.“Oh, no.It will definitely be between a man and a woman.There are things I’d never do to a child.”

“Like what?”Nala asked.

“Slide my hand in between your legs and play with you.”

“How?”

His grin widened, and he slipped a hand to cup the back of her head.“I’d caress your clit or thrust my finger or fingers into your cunt or ass.”

Her eyes widened, but she didn’t look afraid, just curious.“I’ve never done that.”

“I’ll teach you to love all my touches,” Drew said.

She stared up at him.

“Go wash the chlorine out of your hair, and then come back to me.”

Drew took a step back and started to unbutton his shirt.

“Oh, um, what are you doing?”she asked.

“It’s time that you become mine, don’t you think?”

She studied him for a moment and then nodded.

Drew exhaled.He’d been afraid she’d continue to fight him.“Then go shower.”

He watched her go and undress until he was in just his pants.He closed the drapes enough to keep out the afternoon sun but kept them open enough to be able to see her clearly.

Drew felt like taking this step would change the way he felt and looked at things, and he didn’t know if he was ready for the emotional upheaval he’d been told about.It wouldn’t keep him from taking her, though.She was his, and he was about to show her.

Chapter Seventeen

Nala stood under the water, hoping it would relax her.She wanted his hands on her, but she was afraid of two things.He’d figure out she had very little experience, or he’d see the marks Clayton had put on her.Fortunately, most of them were on her back.

The first one made her look ignorant, and the other made her feel ugly.

She rinsed and then turned off the water before squeezing the excess moisture from her hair.She wrapped it in a towel before grabbing another one to dry her body.She slathered lotion all over before trying to comb through her hair.It seemed to take forever for her hair to dry, and she didn’t want Drew to get impatient with her.After wrapping a towel around herself, she opened the door and walked out.The room was darker but not dark enough to hide her scars.

“Can we make it so there’s not so much light?”

He shook his head.“No.”He’d taken off all his clothes except his pants, which he had open.

Her nerves made her body shiver, which she tried to hide.She should have known he’d see it.

“Come here,” Drew said with his hand out as he sat down on the side of the bed.

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