We’re practically nose to nose and I’m topless. Bottomless, if he decides to tug away the last of the blanket. I stare at him, breathing hard. He gives me a strange look. Is he about to tell me I’m beautiful? That he’s fallen for me?

Doc frowns. “I’m not the jealous type. You can fuck whoever you want. Experiment. As long as you’re bringing in money, I don’t give a shit.”

I flinch. Does he really mean that? I try to imagine sleeping with people from his clubs. The men who pay me. My stomach drops to my feet. “I don’t want that.”

“Liar.” Doc bends forward and captures one of my nipples in his mouth. Wet heat pulses through me and I throw my head back.

“See,” he says, releasing my nipple. “Do the Catholic schoolgirl thing all you want, but you’re aching.”

“No, I—”

“Spare me. I’m not Morelli.” He turns us onto the bed, his body arching over mine like a tattooed cage. I screw up my eyes and try to ignore the glow between my legs.

“Tell me you don’t want me?”

It should be easy. Just four little words. But I’ve never been a good liar and as much as I hate this man, the words won’t come.

Doc’s hands return to my breasts, and he lowers his mouth to my other nipple, drawing on it and making my whole body jerk.

“Doc!”

His tongue circles my sensitive peak. “Say my real name.”

“D-Domenico.” He sucks me until I see stars. “Please don’t do this.”

He grinds his hips into mine and I can feel the hard length of him behind his jeans. “It’s okay, Tesorina, I’ll make it gentle. It’s been a long time since I took someone’s cherry, but I can do it again.”

I hate him. I hate the thought of him with other virgins. I grab his hair and pull as hard as I can.

He looks up at me mildly. “Ow…?”

“You can’t sleep with me. Eli promised… he wants…”

Doc’s eyes go dark. “Morelli can go fuck himself.”

Before I can say anything, his tattooed arm is between my legs, fingers brushing at my thighs. His hands are practiced, surer than sure. I hold my breath as he feels my wetness and grins from ear to ear. “You’re soaking, Tesorina.”

I screw my eyes shut. “Domenico.”

“Yeah, say my fucking name.” He runs a thumb over my waxed outer lips, and a moan escapes me.

Doc lets out a low laugh. “You want to get fiddled, baby? You want to come?”

He makes it sound revolting, cheap, and ugly. The way I’ll be if I let him do this. I push his chest. “I don’t want this.”

“Oh yeah, what do you want?”

“I want to go home!” It bursts out of me, tearful and pathetic, and something in me shifts. “Get off me! I want to go home!”

Doc bares his teeth and I’m sure he’s going to slap me. Then the pressure on my lower body vanishes. He stands beside me, looming over the bed. “You’re pathetic.”