Chapter 28 ۵ Spain

YARA'S POV

The first thing I noticed when I woke up was how heavy my body felt, like every inch of me had been wrung out and left to dry. My muscles ached in ways that reminded me of everything that had happened the night before. The sheets smelled faintly of blood and Alejandro, a mix of warmth and steel that seemed to cling to everything around him.

The other side of the bed was empty, though the mattress still held the faint imprint of where he'd been. I exhaled, relief and disappointment tangling in my chest. I wasn't sure which feeling won.

The sound of movement caught my attention. Alejandro stood across the room, his back to me as he rifled through a bag. He was shirtless, his broad, tattooed shoulders shifting with every movement.

I didn't say anything at first, just watched. His focus was sharp, his movements precise, even as he adjusted the bandage on his arm. Blood had seeped through again, staining the gauze and trailing faint lines down to his elbow.

"You're awake" he said, not even bothering to turn around. His voice was cold, as though the intimacy of the night before hadn't happened.

I pulled the sheet higher, my cheeks warming. "You're bleeding again" I said, ignoring his comment.

"It's fine" he replied curtly, pulling a clean shirt from the bag.

I pushed myself to sit up, my body protesting the movement. "It's not fine, Alejandro. You could get an infection or-"

He turned then, his dark eyes locking onto mine. "Careful" he said, his voice low and edged with something dangerous. "You're starting to sound like you care"

I froze, my heart skipping a beat. "I don't" I said quickly, though my voice lacked conviction.

A smirk ghosted across his lips, but it didn't reach his eyes. He pulled the shirt over his head, his movements slow and deliberate. "Good" he said. "Because I don't need you to care. I need you to follow orders cariño"

I rolled my eyes, irritation flaring despite the unease that lingered in my chest. "You could try being less of a dick about it"

His smirk deepened, and he stepped closer, the weight of his presence pressing down on me even as I stayed seated. "And you could try being less of a liability" he shot back.

The words stung, but I refused to let it show. "If I'm such a problem, why are you still bothering with me?"

For a moment, his gaze flickered with something unreadable. "Because I don't leave loose ends" he said simply.

The coldness of his tone sent a chill through me. But before I could respond, he moved to the small table in the corner of the room, grabbing a piece of bread and tearing into it like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"We'll be leaving soon for Spain" he said, his voice casual now, like we hadn't just been at each other's throats.

I frowned, pulling the sheet tighter around me. "Why are we leaving so early? Isn't this supposed to be a safe house?"

"It's safe for now" he said without looking at me. "But it won't stay that way. They're looking for us, and it's only a matter of time before they find this place"

My stomach sank, fear clawing at my insides. "So, what's the plan?"

"You don't need to know the plan" he said, turning to face me again. His tone was sharp, dismissive, and it made my blood boil.

I glared at him, my nails digging into the sheet.

"Get dressed. We don't have time for this"

I wanted to argue, to throw something at him, but the weight of the situation pressed down on me. Instead, I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, my feet touching the cold floor.

As I moved, I felt his gaze linger on me, sharp and assessing. It wasn't warm or comforting, but it wasn't cruel, either. It was just......Alejandro.

"I hope you have a plan" I muttered under my breath as I stood.

He smirked again, that infuriating, knowing look on his face. "I always have a plan, cariño"

As I dressed, I felt his eyes on me, heavy and unrelenting, like he was waiting for me to say something, to do something. But I stayed silent, the tension between us thick and suffocating.

"And what about my family? You told me you'd let me see them before we leave" He turned his back to me completely ignoring my question.

"Get your things packed" he said, his voice cold and detached once more. He wasn't going to let me see my parents.

"This isn't fucking you told me I could see them" frustrated tears brimmed my eyes.

"Be down in five" son of a bitch!

"You can just ignore-" before he could hear the rest of my sentence he slammed the door shut.

"Fucking dick!" My anger got the best of me as I furiously chucked in all of my clothes into a suitcase, not caring about whether or not everything was properly arranged.

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After the long tension filled journey, we finally arrived in Spain. I was finally able to take in the shitty situation I was in.

The drive to the mansion felt like a lifetime. The tension in the air between Alejandro and me was palpable, heavier than the oppressive silence in the car. He hadn't spoken a word since we left England, and I didn't bother trying to break the silence either. My anger simmered beneath the surface, not just at him but at everything he'd taken from me. He didn't even leg me see my family just like he told me he would. I hated him for that, the one thing I had and he wouldn't let me see them.

The sleek black car slowed against the asphalt as we approached an enormous iron gate, flanked by high stone walls topped with discreetly hidden cameras. The gate creaked open with a low, mechanical hum, revealing a long driveway lined with trees that led to the mansion at the top of the hill. And what a mansion it was. Way bigger than the one in England, and far more imposing. The sprawling white stone estate loomed like something out of a dream or a nightmare. Its modern design was paired with an air of sophistication that screamed wealth and power. Large floor to ceiling windows gleamed in the sunlight, reflecting the immaculately maintained grounds around it. But what caught my attention most was the security. 6 Guards, dressed in sharp black suits, patrolled the grounds, their movements precise and purposeful. Thankfully there were no cameras near the actual mansion itself, only around the entrance.

The car rolled to a stop in front of the massive mansion doors. One of the guards stepped forward, his hand on the car's handle to open it for me. Before he could, I shoved the door open myself, ignoring the look he shot me as I stepped out. The polished stones of the driveway crunched under my shoes as I stormed toward the mansion, my eyes fixed on the grand double doors ahead. I didn't have time to linger around I just wanted to get this over and done with. And right now I couldn't care less about how angry and moody I looked.

"Yara" Alejandro's voice called from behind, sharp and commanding.

I didn't stop. Didn't even look back.

One of the guards by the front door moved to intercept me, but he hesitated when Alejandro's voice cut through the air again.

"Déjala (let her)" he said, his tone colder than the wind that whipped through the open courtyard.

I reached the front doors and grabbed the handle, but it didn't budge. My irritation flared when I noticed the small keypad on the side, its sleek black surface blinking expectantly. Of course, Alejandro wouldn't make it that easy.

Before I could turn back and demand he open it, I heard his heavy, deliberate footsteps behind me.

"Real smart Yara" he drawled, his tone laced with amusement as he came to stand beside me.

"Just open the door" I shot back, glaring up at him.

He smirked, reaching past me to press his thumb against the biometric scanner beside the keypad. With a soft beep, the door unlocked, and a low mechanical hiss followed as it swung inward on its own.

"After you" he said mockingly, gesturing for me to step inside.

I didn't thank him. Instead, I stepped through the threshold, determined to keep my pride intact.

The interior of the mansion was as cold and imposing as the exterior. Marble floors stretched out in every direction, their polished surfaces gleaming under the light, my heels clicking against them.

"So you're telling me a university professor owns all this?" I spoke raising my brow turning around to meet his gaze.

"It doesn't matter what I tell you" he spoke his lip curling as he took a cigarette from his pocket and dangled it from him mouth.

"Yes it does Alejandro"

"yeah?" He spoke, a strand of his dark hair dangling in front of his face. He strode over to meet, I gulped talking in his height. His rough hand moved towards my face, slowly moving towards my scalp, he firmly but not painfully fisted my hair. The smoke from his cigarette blowing in my face.

I stood, furrowing my brows, figuring out his next move.

"Yeah" I breathed out.

He dropped his hand from my hair, walking away from "well, cariño, I haven't been completely honest with you" he spoke walking into the depths of his mansion. I followed after him trying to keep up with his powerful strides.

"What do you mean?"

Alejandro didn't answer immediately, his steps echoing across the marble floors as he moved even deeper into the mansion. I trailed behind him, a mix of confusion and unease bubbling in my chest. He led me into a large sitting room, if you could even call it that. The space was enormous, with dark leather furniture arranged in a way that screamed both luxury and intimidation. The walls were lined with bookshelves, though the books looked more decorative than well read, and a decanter of amber liquid sat on a side table, surrounded by crystal glasses.

Alejandro strode to the bar in the corner, pouring himself a glass of whiskey. He turned to face me, leaning casually against the counter, the glass dangling from his fingers. The cigarette still smoldered between his lips, the scent of tobacco hanging in the air.

"You wanted honesty" he said finally, his tone measured. "So here it is"

I crossed my arms, trying to ignore the knot forming in my stomach. "I'm waiting...."

His dark eyes locked onto mine, their intensity almost suffocating. "I'm not just some university professor who got lucky with money, Yara" He exhaled a long stream of smoke, setting his glass down. "I run things, big things. I make decisions that keep people alive.....or bury them"

I frowned, trying to piece his cryptic words together. "What are you talking about?"

Alejandro pushed off the counter and closed the distance between us in a few quick strides. His height loomed over me, his presence commanding and suffocating. He tilted his head, studying me like a puzzle he was debating whether to solve or destroy.

"I'm talking about power" he said, his voice low and deliberate. "Real power. The kind that doesn't come from a title or a paycheck. The kind that comes from control. From loyalty. From fear"

The air seemed to thicken as his words sank in. I stared at him, trying to make sense of what he was saying. "Are you trying to tell me you're.....what? Some kind of criminal?"

He smirked, a sharp, dangerous curve of his lips. "Some would call it that" He shrugged, as if the label meant nothing to him. "But I prefer to think of myself as a businessman. A strategist. Someone who understands the game and plays it better than anyone else"

My stomach turned. "You're in the mafia.....aren't you?" My face almost dropped at the realisation.

His silence was answer enough. Alejandro took a slow step closer, his gaze unwavering. "I run the underworld" he said finally, his voice a quiet storm. "The most powerful organisation in Spain. Every inch of this country? Every deal, every favor, every bit of blood spilled? It's all tied to me"

I stumbled back a step, the weight of his revelation crashing down on me. My mind raced, connecting dots I hadn't realized were there before. The mansion, the guards, the endless resources, it all made sense now. Too much sense.

"You......you lied to me" I whispered, my voice shaking.

"I didn't lie" he countered, his tone sharp. "I just didn't tell you everything. And frankly, darling, I don't owe you a fucking explanation" he took a puff of his cigarette.

My chest tightened, anger flaring to life alongside my fear. "You've dragged me into this......this mess, Alejandro! And you don't think I deserve to know the truth? A-and what about Edwardo? He's after me because of you? Isn't he?"

Alejandro's expression hardened at the mention of Edwardo. He exhaled a cloud of smoke and flicked the cigarette into the ashtray with a finality that mirrored the tension in the room. His eyes locked onto mine, his dark gaze cold and calculating.

"Edwardo" he said slowly, as if tasting the name on his tongue, "is a problem. A loose end. One of many in this game" His voice was calm, but there was an edge to it, a sharpness that sent a shiver down my spine.

"I thought you don't play games" his thumb moved to my lip, pulling it down with deliberate slowness, the motion smooth and intimate as a hungry smirk settled on his lips, a small amused chuckle came from his mouth, sending a flutter through me.

"I don't play games, cariño" he said, his voice dropping lower, almost a whisper now. "But I can make exceptions"

I pulled his wrist down, making sure his thumb slowly slipped from my lip. The heat between us felt suffocating, but I wasn't about to let it consume me so easily.

"So where's my room?" I asked, my voice sharp with impatience, but laced with an underlying challenge.

He turned away from me, casually setting his gold watch down, his movements slow and deliberate, like he knew the effect he was having on me. "Your room is my room" he said, his words smooth, coated with amusement.

I blinked, processing what he'd just said. "I'm sharing a room with you?"

Alejandro didn't flinch. His gaze flicked over me like a caress, and there was no hiding the mischievous glint in his eyes. "Unless you prefer to be alone" he said, his voice dropping lower, each word deliberate.

Before I could respond, he took a step closer, the space between us narrowing until the air felt thick with tension. His hand reached out, fingers trailing along my jaw, his touch deliberate and controlled.

"I would"

"You won't last the night without me, cariño" he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. His hand sliding to my ass, giving it a firm squeeze "I can make sure of that"

"How exactly are you going to make sure of it?" I spoke, my voice breathless as he feathered his fingers over my waist, lifting up the hem of my shirt, his calloused hand finding its way under my bra, his fingers pinching my already sensitive nipples, making my back arch.

"Changed your mind yet princess" he husked, his lips lingering over my ear.

"Maybe....." I teased, the words leaving my mouth before I could even stop them.

His manly chuckle vibrated against my ear "what about now?" I could practically feel him smirking against me as he moved his rough hands down and into the waistline of my jeans, his fingers nearing my clit from over my underwear.

I breathed out, a shaky moan leaving my mouth "if- oh my god Alejandro!" I squealed, my eyes widening as I quickly slipped away from Alejandro's touch.

In front of me stood a man, who had just witnessed everything, he looked about the same age as Alejandro. I quickly turned around, embarrassment taking over my mind. I looked up at Alejandro who looked amused, not the slightest bit of shame or embarrassment on his features.

He smirked "you've traumatised the poor girl" Alejandro teased, turning toward the man with mock concern. His voice carried the faintest hint of amusement, as if he found this entire situation incredibly entertaining.

The man gave a chuckle, stepping closer.

"That's not funny Alejandro!" I whisper shouted but the man opposite us could still 100% hear.

Alejandro, leaned back against the table, throwing Rafael a look of.....amusement? "You had to walk in on that, huh?"

Rafael smirked, glancing at Alejandro. "It's not my fault you're making a spectacle of yourself" He tilted his head, his voice taking on a playful edge. "You've always had a way of.....entertaining people"

I could see the camaraderie between the two men, they were clearly close it seemed.

Alejandro leaned forward, his eyes locking with Rafael's. "I've seen you do worse" he spoke, taking a swig from his glass.

Rafael chuckled, stepping further into the room as if he belonged there. His presence was confident, his smirk lazy but warm. "So" he started, his gaze flicking between Alejandro and me, "who's this, Alejandro? You finally decided to get yourself someone who talks back?"

I opened my mouth to retort, but Alejandro beat me to it. "Careful, Rafael" he drawled, leaning back against the table, his posture oozing nonchalance. "Yara might take that as a challenge"

"Yara?" Rafael repeated, rolling the name off his tongue as he tilted his head, studying me. "Interesting name for someone caught in this situation" His grin widened as he turned back to Alejandro. "What, did you kidnap her, or did she follow you willingly?"

"Depends on who you ask" Alejandro replied smoothly, his voice a touch darker now. His hand slid along the edge of the table, his fingers tapping a lazy rhythm. "But you know me, Rafael, I don't ask for permission."

Rafael raised a brow, intrigued. "I figured as much. She doesn't seem like the type to fall into your lap without a fight, though" He looked at me, his tone teasing. "How much trouble did you give him, Yara? Please tell me you at least made him bleed a little"

I crossed my arms, trying to suppress the blush creeping up my neck. "Not enough" Alejandro spoke, earning a low chuckle from Rafael.

Alejandro's eyes glinted with amusement as he stepped closer to me, brushing a strand of hair from my face with maddening ease. "She's still trying, though" he said, his voice a silky tease.

"But she's learning, aren't you, princesa (princess)?"

"Learning what, exactly?" Rafael cut in, his smirk widening.

"How to deal with your insufferable ass?"

"Something like that" Alejandro replied, unbothered, his gaze never leaving mine. "Though I doubt you're here for commentary, Rafael. What do you want?"

Rafael shrugged, pouring himself a drink from the bar cart in the corner. "I came to check in, see how things were going with our.....situation. But I didn't expect to walk into a private moment" he added, looking over at me. "You know, you might want to start using your locks, Alejandro. Or maybe just keep it in your pants next time"

Alejandro's smirk turned wicked, his hand moving to rest possessively at the small of my back. "Why would I do that? You seemed to enjoy the show" he jeered, drinking the last of his whiskey.

"Besides I own this building" he smirked.

Rafael choked on his drink, laughing despite himself. "You're impossible" He shook his head, giving me a knowing look.

"Good luck dealing with him. You're going to need it" trust me I knew.

I rolled my eyes, but Alejandro's hold on me tightened, his voice dropping low enough for only me to hear. "upstairs" I looked up at him, his eyes fixed on me "we'll finish what we started......later"

My breath hitched, heat rising to my cheeks at the sheer confidence in his words. Rafael raised an eyebrow, clearly sensing the tension but choosing not to comment. Instead, he took another sip of his drink, watching us with the same smug amusement as before.

Alejandro didn't even glance his way, his focus entirely on me. "Go" he said again, softer this time but no less commanding. His dark eyes promised everything he'd just said, and more.

After a few minutes of wandering I finally found Alejandro's bedroom. I was unsure of what I was expecting but was still caught off guard by the sheer intensity of the space. The walls were a deep charcoal gray, smooth and cool, their starkness offset by the warm flicker of a sleek fireplace in the corner. Massive glass windows framed the room, leading to a massive balcony. Moonlight casted a silvery glow over the polished floors. The bed, enormous and dressed in black silk sheets, sat like the centerpiece of an untouchable throne room.

My eyes scanned the room, landing on a wall mounted bookshelf. It wasn't just books. Ornate weapons, cigars, and framed photographs filled the shelves, personal touches that felt oddly intimate amidst the dark, meticulous luxury. I moved closer, drawn to one particular photo. It was a little boy, Alejandro, he looked young and happy. A big smile was plastered on him and his families faces. I couldn't help but feel.....sorry? Sorry for the innocent little boy who turned into a heartless man.

"Enjoying yourself?"

His voice cut through the quiet like a blade, sending a shiver through me. I spun around to find Alejandro standing in the doorway. His jacket was gone, his white shirt unbuttoned just enough to hint at the toned body beneath. The way he stood, leaning casually, exuded a confidence that was almost unbearable.

"I-I'm guessing this is your room" I said quickly, heat rising to my face.

"And what if it wasn't?" His lips curled into a smirk as he stepped inside, his presence swallowing the space.

"Then I.....um....i don't know" he dryly chuckled at me not being able to come up with a proper answer. I straightened, trying to shake off my embarrassment. "So who's the man downstairs....Rafael?"

"He works for me. We've known each other for years. He's close"

"He has an accent"

"He's American?"I asked.

Alejandro nodded, moving closer until the air between us grew heavier. "He grew up in America, but he's Spanish. He's not the greatest at speaking it"

I allowed a small smile to curve my lips. "Good. At least I'll have someone I can actually understand when you're scheming in Spanish"

That earned a chuckle from him, low and quiet, like a rumble of distant thunder. "Scheming, cariño? Is that what you think I do?"

"What else would you call it?" I shot back, emboldened by his reaction.

He didn't answer, at least not with words. Instead, he stepped closer, his eyes burning with something both dangerous and magnetic. His hand rose, brushing a strand of hair from my face with a gentleness that belied the intensity in his gaze.

"You like asking questions, don't you?" he murmured, his voice dipping lower, pulling me into its gravity. His thumb grazed along my jaw, tilting my chin up until I had no choice but to meet his eyes.

"And you like avoiding them"  I countered, my voice softer now, more breathless than I intended.

He smirked, his thumb pausing just below my lip. "Maybe. Or maybe I just prefer to show rather than tell"

The air between us seemed to thrum with tension, his words heavy with unspoken meaning. "So" he murmured, his eyes flicking to my lips for a fraction of a second "what are you going to do now, little intruder? Keep asking questions, or finish where we left off?"

My heart skipped a beat at the suggestion, but instead of answering, I tilted my head, a playful smile curving my lips. "Can we just talk?" I asked, my voice soft but firm, surprising even myself.

He paused, his smirk faltering for just a moment before he let out a low chuckle, his fingers tightening around my waist. "Talk?" he repeated, voice rich with amusement. "You've been asking me questions since the moment you got here"

I bit my lip, locking eyes with him. "I want to get to know you. Not just.....this" I gestured between us, trying to steady my breathing, even though my heart was racing. "If I'm stuck with you I might as well"

He gave me a look, one that seemed to weigh me down, to consider me, but there was no answer at first, just silence that stretched between us. Then, his lips curled into a teasing smile.

"You don't think you already know?" he asked, his voice low, his eyes dark with an unreadable expression.

Before I could respond, he pulled me into his arms roughly, the force of it almost taking my breath away. "If you want answers, princess" he murmured into my ear, his arms wrapping around me with a possessiveness that made my heart race, "maybe you'll have to earn them"

I felt my pulse quicken as his grip tightened around me. He wasn't gentle, there was an undeniable power in the way he held me, his body pressing against mine as if marking his territory. My breath hitched, but I fought to keep my composure.

"Earn them?" I repeated, raising an eyebrow, my voice just a bit shaky but defiant. "How exactly do you expect me to do that?" Alejandro's smirk deepened, his gaze never leaving mine as he traced the outline of my jaw with his finger, the motion slow and deliberate. "You'll figure it out, Malik. You're smart when you want to be" His voice was so low it made my stomach flip, each word laced with a promise of something dangerous.

I couldn't stop myself from leaning in just a bit closer, my lips barely brushing his. "I don't think I'm the one who needs to figure anything out" I whispered, my voice a mix of challenge and curiosity. "You're the one who's been keeping so many secrets"

He chuckled softly, his hand sliding down my back, fingers pressing into my skin as though reminding me of just how little control I really had here. "Secrets are the game, cariño. And some things are better left unsaid" His eyes darkened as he spoke, the air between us thick with tension.

I wanted to press further, to demand more answers, but I couldn't ignore the heat that was building between us. "You're playing a dangerous game" I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper.

His lips hovered just above my ear, his breath warm as he spoke. "I've been playing it for a long time" he said, his voice thick with a hint of something darker. "But the real question is, are you ready to play, too?"

I swallowed, my heart racing in my chest as I finally pulled back, trying to regain control. "Maybe" I said, my voice firm, though I wasn't entirely sure of my own words. "But you're going to have to do better than that"

Alejandro's eyes glinted with amusement as he took a step back, his hands slipping from my waist, leaving a sudden emptiness between us. "I'm just getting started" he said, his tone low and teasing.

As he stood there, the distance between us growing, I realized that I was in far deeper than I'd ever anticipated. But I couldn't deny the pull, the undeniable, magnetic force that kept drawing me closer to him, even as I told myself I should be running in the opposite direction.

His fingers grazed my cheek once more, a final touch before everything blurred together in a rush of emotions, desires, and unspoken promises.

Alejandro's hand didn't leave my waist as he guided me towards the bed. I felt the heat of his body behind me as he pushed me down onto the soft, cool sheets. Before I could react, he sat beside me, manspreading, his posture relaxed but the intensity of his gaze never wavering.

Without a word, he roughly pulled me towards him, making sure I was sitting on his lap, his chest against my back. His arms wound around my waist, pulling me closer, my body flush with his.

"You're being bold" he murmured against my ear, his voice dark and low. I could feel the tension building between us, and despite my initial reluctance, the position felt strangely comfortable, even safe.

I shifted slightly, feeling his growing cock against my ass, trying to regain some control, but the weight of his body against mine was overwhelming. Still, I wasn't backing down.

I spoke, looking over my shoulder at him. "What is it that you really do, Alejandro? You run this underworld, but what does that mean? What's your role in all of it?"

His fingers brushed lightly against my stomach, tracing the edge of my shirt. "I told you" he said, his lips curling slightly. "I do what I have to, to keep things running. Not everything is as it seems"

"That's not an answer" I narrowed my eyes at him, trying to keep my voice steady despite how close he was. "What kind of things are you involved in? What do you get out of it?"

His thumb ran over my skin, the touch casual, almost teasing, as if he could feel the questions gnawing at me. "I get what I need" he said vaguely, his eyes never leaving mine. "Power, control......you'd be surprised"

I frowned, frustration bubbling up. "That's all you'll give me? I'm sitting on your lap asking you all these questions, and you give me nothing?"

His grin deepened, clearly amused by my frustration. "You think you can get me to give up all my secrets, princesa?" He cocked an eyebrow, his tone playful but with a dangerous edge.

"You've got to do better than that for me"

I was still frustrated, but there was something about his challenge that ignited a spark in me. "Fine" I said. "Then tell me, Alejandro......What do you want from me? Why bring me into all of this?"

He paused, as if weighing the question. "What makes you think I want anything from you?" His lips grazed my ear as he spoke, his breath hot against my skin, the proximity making my heart beat faster. "Except for those pretty lips and that pretty little cun-"

"Fuck you" I cut him off, my voice raspy.

He mused at my response "Maybe you're the one who wants something"

I stiffened slightly, meeting his gaze again. "I'm asking you the questions, remember?" I shot back, trying to mask my unease.

"Your questions were getting a little boring, cariño"

He leaned in closer, his lips just a breath away from my ear. "But here's the real question.......what are you willing to give in exchange for the answers you want?" His voice dipped, the tease clear in his tone.

I swallowed, not sure how to respond. I hadn't expected him to turn the tables like this, but I wasn't backing down now. "I don't know" I said slowly, my voice quieter.

"Well, how about you start asking your questions when you know what you're willing to give in return?" he husked, his lips brushing possessively against my neck. With a final lingering kiss, he set me down on the bed, his presence lingering in the room before he turned and walked out, I could still feel his rough touch on my skin, how much I craved it. I was meant to hate him, loathe him and instead I was sitting on his bed wanting more from him....

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