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“Just hurry up and pack,” I said, turning away to give her some space. “We need to leave as soon as possible.”
“I’ll maybe go,” she said, her voice tinged with defiance, “but I have to do my makeup first.”
Before I could respond, she turned on her heel and headed toward the bathroom. I checked my watch, tapping it impatiently. The more she delayed, the more we risked being noticed by potential enemies, whoever they may be.
“Sofia,” I called out, trying to keep my voice steady, “what are you doing in there?”
No response.
I clenched my fists, my jaw tightening. She was pushing me to the edge, and I couldn’t afford to wait much longer. I took a step closer to the bathroom door, the sound of running water reaching my ears. My mind raced with thoughts of what could go wrong if we stayed here any longer. We could be attacked. A sniper could shoot her through the windows. They could be waiting outside to gun us down.
“Sofia,” I called again, louder this time, “we need to leave. Now.”
Still no response.
I glanced at my watch again, the seconds ticking by painfully slowly. The more she dragged her feet, the more it became clear that she might need a firmer hand to get moving. My instincts screamed at me to break down the door, to drag her out if I had to, but I forced myself to remain calm.
This wasn’t the time for brute force.
This isn’t the time to flip up that pretty skirt, pull down her panties, and redden her bare ass until she’s sore and sorry and soaking fucking wet.
My cock had a life of its own.
Then she called out a single word that changed everything.
“No.”
CHAPTER 5
Sofia
Iput my foot down.
This was fucking ridiculous. Massimo was being an overbearing ass about all of this. I wasn’t in any danger. My father was just a tailor, for Christ’s sake. He didn’t have any enemies. Fuck, he’d gotten arrested on some bullshit tax stuff, not for first degree murder. Massimo didn’t need to worry about me, and neither did Papa.
Massimo needed to go home and go about his life. He had far bigger fish to fry than babysitting me. I was a girl who could take care of herself and that was exactly what I was going to do.
I’d figure my shit out.
I huffed, fixing my makeup. On some level, I knew I was toying with Massimo, pushing his buttons to see how far I could go and how far he would let me. Would he drag me out of here? What would he do if I refused to go?
I stared at my reflection, my lips forming a perfect, defiant pout. Sure, it was childish, but I couldn’t help myself. Massimo had always been so controlled, so dominant. I wanted to see if I could break through that calm exterior, even if it was just for a moment, for the fun of it, really. Would he force me to go after all of this?
“Sofia,” his voice called out, firm and insistent. “What are you doing in there?”
I ignored him, applying another coat of mascara. He could wait. My eyelashes were more important.
The seconds ticked by, and I could almost feel his patience wearing thin. I smiled to myself, relishing the small victory. But then his tone changed, growing darker, more serious, and it did strange things to my insides that I decidedly wanted to ignore.
Things I thought about late at night with my hand between my thighs when my dad was asleep, and Massimo wasn’t anywhere close by.
Things that I was deeply ashamed of and would never admit to anyone.
Things like how it would feel if Massimo held me down and forced his big, thick cock between my legs until I screamed his name and flew apart beneath him.
I shivered hard, staring into the mirror. Turning back, I looked over my shoulder.
Did he think those things too or did he think I was just some silly little girl?