Chapter Thirty Eight
Luciano Vitale POV
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“who is the boss?”
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"You…”
“Come here and bend down.”
I ordered, knowing she had made up her mind, framed her questions over and over in the head that she wanted to deliver it perfectly in front of me. It was like a monologue, every answer already playing on the tip of her tongue.
I would give an A for the effort, but I would fail her just because she does nothing to hide the effect I have on her.
And that's a f*****g turn on. I enjoy the way she's standing in the middle of the room. The way she's fidgeting around, her eyes trying to look everywhere else but mine. However, she can't break our gaze. I have her.
I always do.
Since the night I first touched her, I have wanted more of her. I can't get enough. But she's shaken, nig
