CHAPTER SIX
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"Capo," Julio on the couch calls out, chuckling, and I remember we aren't alone in the room. I turn to him, my eyes pleading for help even though he doesn't know who I am.
"Stay out of it," Rafael growls and Julio raises his hands in surrender, standing from the couch.
"I think I'll wait outside while you guys get to know one another more," he says, moving toward the door. I feel the sudden urge to call him back, to beg him to stay and maybe talk sense into his boss.
"I don't have forever, Francesca," Rafael says, pulling my eyes back to his, and I know he means it.
I open my mouth to plead with him, but one brow lift has my mouth shutting sealed. The defiance he spoke about surfaces, and I bite it back. I can't give him a reason to want to hurt me and make my sister feel responsible for my death, which I know she would.
I take a deep breath, inhaling the scent of cigarettes and his expensive cologne, as I slowly move my trembling hand to the strap of my dress.
"You can do this. You can f*****g do this!" I silently chant to myself, trying to muster the courage to continue. My hands tremble as I reach for the hem of my dress. The fabric feels like lead as I slowly pull it up, exposing my legs inch by inch, followed by the soft click of my bra unhooking and the rustle of my underwear sliding down my legs.
Standing naked before him, a rush of heat creeps into my skin. Despite the familiarity between us, vulnerability washes over me like a tidal wave. My skin tingles as his eyes roam my body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. I follow his gaze, watching as it lingers on my n*****s, which betray my arousal by standing at attention under his scrutiny. Goosebumps erupt across my flesh, and despite the warmth of the room, a shiver runs down my spine.
"Get on with it," he snarls, his deep voice laced with impatience and barely contained desire.
Releasing another shaky breath, I move my fingers toward my core. The wrongness of the situation weighs heavily on me, but I press on. As I insert a finger, I find myself disappointingly dry. My muscles are taut with tension, and despite the weakening effect of his gaze, I’m too anxious to be truly aroused.
"I'm not prepared," I admit, withdrawing my hand and showing him my dry finger, hoping for a reprieve from this uncomfortable moment.
His response is immediate and unyielding. "Then make yourself wet."
"I don't know how to," I confess, feeling a mix of embarrassment and frustration. How does one simply will themselves into arousal? I feel like an inexperienced teenager all over again.
His reaction catches me off guard. He bursts into laughter, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he regards me with amusement. I stand there, silent and confused, waiting for his mirth to subside. But as his laughter fades, I find myself wishing I had said something—anything—to break the tension.
In an instant, his demeanor changes. Fury blazes in his eyes as he throws his cigarette to the ground and closes the distance between us, his face mere inches from mine. "That f*****g defiance again," he growls, his fingers tangling in my hair and gripping tightly. I bite my lip to stifle a wince, tasting the metallic hint of blood.
"I'm gonna f**k it out of you," he declares, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that sends shivers down my spine. Using his grip on my hair, he drags me across the table. The papers scatter beneath me, their crisp edges eliciting small gasps of discomfort as they scrape against my heated skin.
I land unceremoniously in his lap, my core making sudden contact with his obvious arousal. My body betrays me, clenching in response to the hardness pressing against me.
The tension in the room crackles between us like lightning before a storm. His eyes, dark and intense, hold mine captive, a swirling maelstrom of fury and desire that both terrifies and enthralls me. The warmth of his body seeps into mine, our proximity igniting a fire that threatens to consume us both.
"Should I punish you before I f**k you or after I f**k you?" he growls, his voice low and dangerous, sending shivers down my spine.
I swallow hard, my throat suddenly dry. Fear flutters in my stomach like a caged bird, but it's quickly overshadowed by a surge of desire that catches me off guard. The strength of my attraction to this dangerous man confuses and excites me in equal measure.
His face is so close, his lips mere inches from mine. The urge to kiss him hits me with unexpected force, thrilling and terrifying all at once. A small part of me whispers that I should be more afraid, but I can't deny the magnetic pull I feel toward him, stronger than any fear.
My mind races, torn between conflicting emotions. I think of Melina, of the reason I’m really here. Am I betraying her by feeling this way? But then, isn’t this exactly what I offered to do to keep her safe? Guilt wars with an unexpected hunger for his touch, leaving me dizzy and breathless.
"Tell me, blondie," he murmurs, his hand cupping my breast. A small moan escapes my lips before I can stop it, his touch electric and intoxicating. Waves of pleasure course through my body, surprising me with their intensity.
He smirks, a beautiful, devilish expression that lights up his face. That smirk should intimidate me, but instead, it sends a shiver of excitement down my spine. My breath catches in my throat as I realize just how much I want him.
I try to remind myself of the danger, of who he is and what he’s capable of. But my body seems to have a mind of its own, responding to his proximity, his scent, the heat of his skin against mine. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before, both frightening and exhilarating.
My breath comes in short gasps as I struggle to reconcile my conflicting emotions. Fear, desire, confusion—they all swirl together, but desire is quickly taking the lead.
As his hand on my breast tightens slightly, I bite my lip to hold back another moan. I’m balanced on a knife’s edge, the last vestiges of fear melting away under the heat of my growing arousal. I want this, I realize. I want him, even if I don’t fully understand why.
"I... I don't know," I finally manage to whisper, my voice trembling with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. "What... what are you going to do?"
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