Alessio smirked. “Is there another reason you need me to be?”
I tried not to look at him. He was behind me. The table was in front of me. No room for escape. Just me, him, and the table.
Oh God.
His hands moved to my neck, moving my hair to the side.
I bit my lips so hard trying to stop any whimper from my mouth. He leaned in, his breath against my neck.
Goosebumps were already forming on my skin, I pressed my thighs against each other looking at the table. Wishing my eyes could produce laser and rip it open.
My breath hitched when his hands came to rest on either side of me, his fingers curling around the edge of the table, trapping me in place.
“Don’t resist it. Say it,” he murmured, his voice a low, dangerous whisper against my ear. “Tell me what you want.”
I swallowed hard, my
