Vlad
I answer to Victor all morning—taking his calls, dealing with his money, joining conference calls, but all I’m thinking about is the way Alessia looked orgasming last night.
The taste of her p***y.
The feel of her supple skin beneath my hands.
I want to spread those thighs wide again and make her scream. I want her in trouble with me—a*s bared and s*****d, hands tied.
I want her breathless and hot and ready.
But I’m not going to push. Time is on my side. Alessia’s my prisoner, here for two years, maybe more. I know she’s turned on by me. Her body responds. So it’s just winning her mind now. Her heart. Bending her will.
And I have her right where I want her.
In my home.
My bed.
I’ll learn what she likes, give it to her. Eventually, she’ll let me in. She’s already so unguarded
