Angelo
When he says it, there’s that fizzing sensation in my blood again, like champagne bubbling through my veins. “Do you mean it?” I ask, my voice trembling, afraid that he’ll change his mind. That this is some trick, some other kind of cruel punishment, and that he’s not really going to give me what I so desperately want.
“If you want this,” Angelo repeats, his voice deep and gravelly and laced with lust, “then you’ll be a good girl, Rosalia, and do as I say.”
I suck in a sharp breath, the words burning straight to my core as I reach for the hem of my tank top. “Slowly,” he instructs. “Let me enjoy seeing you strip for me for the first time, beautiful girl.”
His praise warms every inch of my skin. I do my best to obey, to fight the urge to rip my clothes off, and slowly slide the t
