Sergio looked over his shoulder. When he’d renovated this place, he tore down the walls between the kitchen and the living room.
Jessie hadn’t come out. She was taking her sweet time. An irrational thought crossed his mind. There was a single window in the bathroom. Could she have climbed out of there?
“Stop thinking she’ll run out on you. She’s here. She’s safe.”
Safe from Victor and the rest of the Rossi family but certainly not from him. Jessie knew by now how much he hungered for her. She was a smart woman. She ought to know men like him didn’t do anyone any favor for free. He’d taken her, after all. Saved her. Jessie owed him. Sooner or later, he would demand payment. It wasn’t just her body he wanted to own, but all of her. Heart and soul included.
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Jessie closed her eyes and let the water drench her hair and body. Part of her still kept thinking this was all a dream, that she’d wake up to reality sooner or later. She fingered the scar on her wrist repeatedly, dug her nail into the old wound. Her disastrous suicide attempt. Looking at it always reminded her of her failure, and she hated it. It hurt when she pinched the scar.
“Don’t panic. Think this through,” she whispered to herself.
This was her new reality. Right now, Jessie had no choice but to rely on Sergio for everything. She couldn’t lean on him forever.
She thought about their kiss earlier. How it felt so good and right. This was all wrong and twisted. Jessie couldn’t fall for a killer, a mafia hitman—except Sergio had lost his job, hadn’t he?
Jessie thought of his big body and the tent in his pants as he took her mouth. She traced her bottom lip where he bit her and she could feel her nipples tightening. She gave the aching buds a squeeze. The sharp kiss of pain made Jessie push her hands between her legs. God, what was she doing? Sergio was probably wondering what was taking her so long. Still. She thought of all the lonely nights she’d spent in her apartment and the fantasies she’d had of Sergio.
She began stroking her pussy lips back and forth. A moan slipped her lips. She didn’t care if Sergio heard. The situation they were both in felt so absurd. Unreal. Jessie wanted, no, needed to suspend harsh reality for a few moments. She pushed two fingers inside her cunt, imagining it was Sergio’s shaft penetrating her. She bet he would be big and thick. Would he be rough in bed? Just imagining him pinning her arms and fucking her senseless into the mattress had been enough to trigger her climax.
“Sergio.” She didn’t know why she ended up whispering his name.
Panting, Jessie rested her forehead against the tiled wall. She closed her eyes, focused on the sensations still running through her entire body. Jessie was spent. Her limbs felt heavy. She no longer felt like the walls were closing down on her, but it would’ve been better if the real Sergio had taken her in the shower. The water was still running, she realized. She opened her eyes and froze. Sergio stood by the doorway, his hand clutching the knob.
“What the hell?” She began to cover herself, then dropped her hands by her sides. What was the point if he had witnessed her at the most embarrassing moment of her life?
“I wanted to check on you. I wondered if you hurt yourself or tried to escape,” Sergio said.
His voice came out harsh. He wasn’t like most men. She already knew that. She flushed when he looked her up and down and licked his lips like a hungry animal. Jessie had always been considered average and basic her entire life. She still wasn’t used to any man paying her this much attention. Tension rose up between them like a wall. Would he decide to join her? Did she have the courage to invite him? So many questions raced through her head. Her heart beat erratically.
“Finish your shower, Jessie. I don’t want you to catch a cold. Dinner’s almost ready.” He shut the door.
She leaned against the wall in relief. It took her several minutes to get moving. She used some of his shampoo and liquid soap and furiously scrubbed her body. He called this trailer his safe house. Mr. Rossi probably didn’t know about it, she assumed. Still, the trailer looked old but refurbished. She’d only caught glimpses of it, but it felt like someone had lived here before, maybe used this place as a home.
Jessie got out of the shower. She looked at her dirty clothes and decided Sergio wouldn’t mind if she looked through his cabinets. Bingo. She found a loose shirt that fell to her knees. Jessie put that on, then pulled out an old pair of sweatpants. They were too big on her and kept slipping down, so she took them off. She looked at herself in the mirror.
The fabric of the shirt was thin enough that Sergio would be able to see her nipples. She realized she wanted to see how much she could tempt him. When he looked at her, she felt sexy and incredibly alive. Jessie didn’t exactly know what she wanted to happen, but Sergio’s heated look renewed her confidence. She decided she’d just make the best of her new situation and headed out of the bathroom to find out what he made for dinner.