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Apparently not

“Pretty too,” he coard me in a way that made me need another shower

I was dressed for work, in clothes that Cristian had bought for ht, expensive, classy and fit like it was made for me The pointed Jimmy Choos that I liked more than a woman like me should like a pair of overpriced shoes were the saave me an extra six inches

My hair was pulled into a tight bun, and ood Attractive But I was not someone who could be described as ‘pretty’ The as s

He was orizethat he could squash, bruise, own

Though I both loathed and loved the fact, I was already owned by a man A real one

This wasn’t a real y in the rooaze on my skin He wanted to oomen, he wanted them to hate and love it He wanted theht way, he took it all anyway

I knehat all the guards looked like, and they’d never come in the house They were all dressed exactly the sa a dark navy suit and a striped shirt underneath, open collar, showing a smooth, tanned neck It was natural, that tan His features were dark, heavy, Italian if I had to guess Which wasn’t exactly rocket science, since I was in the home of an Italian mafia boss

I hadn’t encountered anyone but Felix in the house and that was by design Cristian wasn’t afraid of hurting me, but he didn’t want anyone else to do it Not yet at least

But I couldn’t shake the premonition that the man in front of me meant me harm

Cristian had ’ with Felix e did talk, and I hadn’t liked the sound of that Hadn’t liked the thought of being close to Felix I hadn’t seen hi roo soo I should’ve kno to defend myself beyond some rudimentary self-defense Because what little I did knoasn’t going to do shit I was in real danger

Though I was afraid, I did not back ahen he rounded the kitchen island and prowled toward me

He earing a suit, bespoke, the fabric falling over his body like fucking silk and should’vewith his slicked hair, square jawline, tanned skin and too perfect features, it