I was sent to capture the CIA's most wanted fugitive.
But things took a tragic turn,
My entire team was murdered before my eyes, and I was kidnapped by said fugitive.
It seemed like my government had forgotten me and I became a puppet for the fugi...
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The halls of the mansion are quiet as I make my way in. No guards or security, just me. I make my way to the master bedroom-my bedroom.
"Did she eat?" I ask when I pass by Stefano.
"You're not supposed to be back." He shifts on his feet.
"Did. She. Eat?"
"Si." He responds.
I nod at the guards at the door and they leave, creating an entrance space for me. I don't expect to see her asleep on the bed but I do. She lies there in one of my dress shirts, her beautiful body spread across the king-sized bed. I don't see the ring on her finger, but on the nightstand. I knew she wasn't going ro agree just like that, in fact, I was counting on it. The dress from earlier must be somewhere in the closet, but fuck me if my shirt doesn't look fucking better on her.
My dick hardens in my suit pants at the sight of her lush thighs. She might have lived a harsh life as a killer for hire and then a CIA agent, but she also has the sexiest body I have ever seen. I have to wrestle against myself not to touch her, not to have a taste of how fucking soft she is. I'm reminded yet again of her undercover mission, the way she was able to captivate all my fucking attention, so much that I let her hurt me physically, I let her have control over me only once.
Which is precisely why I hate her so much.
Marrying her was part of the plan, the scheme, to shut the mouth of the Cosa Nostra elders that claim I need a woman by my side, and she was the perfect candidate. An outsider with the blood of an insider, a fact she is not yet aware of.
What I do not fucking understand, is why I find myself attracted to her body; or attracted to her at all. The way she stirs in her sleep, the little gap between her lips as she snores softly, the way she looks so small in my big shirt. She stirs again, hugging the pillows and the urge to get in the bed with her and thrust my leg in between her those thighs and watch her grind against it, chasing her orgasm until she fucking gets it-
Get a grip, Andreas.
I'm going to pretend like I didn't spend every night of the last month sitting at the basement listening to her screams. Like I didn't wonder if she was having nightmares, or feel the urge to strangle Enrico for keeping her there.
She murmurs something in her sleep and then she begins to shake and scream silently. I sit on the bed without thinking and I watch her scream. I should do something, like shake her awake, or whatever the fuck they do to people who are having nightmares.
I don't know when I do, but I give in. I cradle her in my arms, her sweaty face pressed against my chest. She holds on to my suit, murmuring more incoherent things. She soon stops screaming and I release her slowly, and she falls back into deep sleep. She stirs some more, and I take yet another full look at her.
Mine.
Fucking mine.
And she has no fucking idea yet.
I walk away from the bed before I do something so fucking stupid like pull the covers over her.
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A U T H O R ' S N O T E
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