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"We're done."

Her eyes start welling up as soon as she hears this, but I also notice how she straightens up in a way that will push her breasts out in a blatant attempt to seduce me into changing my mind.

"Orazio outside will take care of your fees—-"

"B-B-But Master—-"

"Quit the theatrics, Ana. You'll get ten times your usual rate tonight, and the same amount next month. Consider it as a parting gift."

This finally does the job, and the threat of her tears disappears the moment she realizes how much I'll be paying her. She quickly gets up, the smile breaking over her lips making it clear that she's not at all bothered by her nudity—-or the termination of her agreement.

"Oh, thank you so much, Master!"

I've always known money is the only thing she's after, and I would've paid her even more if she hadn't tried the fake-crying route with me.

Orazio raises a questioning brow as soon as I step out, and the older man starts laughing when I impatiently fork over a thousand-dollar bill.

"Always a pleasure doing business with you,signore," he says with a smirk.

The two of us had a bet that the next girl to come in would join Ana and me in a threesome, but that obviously wasn't the case.

"You just got lucky, Raz." I'm about to ask him which direction my runaway beauty has taken when I spot her on one of the benches lining the sidewalk. She looks like she has trouble catching her breath, and satisfaction almost has me smiling.

Did I excite you a little too much, ciliegina mia?

She even has a hand on her chest like she can't believe how hard her heart is pounding...and seeing it makes me want to do things that can make her heart race even faster.

After instructing Orazio on how to settle for Ana's services, I start walking toward my prey.

With a black silicone mask covering most of her face, all my mind can obsessively commit to memory is the raven shade of her hair, the delicate frame of her body, and the olive tone of her skin.

She jumps to her feet when she sees me coming, and she quickly walks away when she realizes I have no intention of slowing down.

My pace remains unchanged even as she keeps looking over her shoulder to gauge the distance between us. If I want to, I can get to her before she can even draw her next breath.

But I don't.

Because her nervousness is something I want to savor, and so I bide my time like a predator wanting to lull its target into a false sense of security...before pouncing to devour my prey.

She wants me.

I can practically fucking smell the silken wetness of her womanhood like a goddamn wolf.

This girl wants me as much as I want her, but the fact that she's managed to resist me this long also tells me I need to take extra fucking care.

One threatening misstep from me, and she'll run like hell. The only reason she hasn't yet is because of her pride, and I need to keep it that way.

A swift look around us shows that most of tonight's guests are at the concert.

Good.

With the main driveway of our property mostly empty, the accompanying silence gives me the chance to draw her into a conversation without getting too close.

"What's your name?"

She lifts her shoulders in anI-don't-knowshrug, and my lips twitch.

"Do you know who I am?"