Page 106 of Wicked Tricks
He shook his head, smirking.
“I want you to rest,” he said, getting off the bed and pulling on a new t-shirt.
“Why?” I frowned.
“Because,” he leaned over me, his strong arms holding his weight above my body, “I’m far from finished with you.”
“Oh really?” I teased, stretching out and pulling the coverings from my body, “is that a threat or a promise, Don Antoni?”
He chuckled, wrapping his fingers around my throat gently.
“Both. Always both.”
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