When Marco stopped the car in front of a small cottage, Laura was confused.
It was a small place, surrounded by tall fences and electric barriers. It looked like a small fortress.
"Who lives here?"
"No one, it's part of the ranch."
Inside, she observed the surroundings. It was rustic, with a wooden bed in the center, there was a hearth that Marco lit with ease. A bathroom further ahead, colorful curtains as she liked, and cushions on a rug.
When Marco approached, Laura took a step back.
"Marco."
The danger and sensuality in his eyes were overwhelming.
"Speak, baby."
"Was this a place where you had trysts?"
"No, I never brought another woman here. I built this for you. At the ranch, our time alone is limited. This is our hideout. Here no one will knock on the door or ask me to sig
