Chapter 21

I screamed as the last of my orgasms hit me, and I watched Russo stare at me like I was some sort of trophy. He looked satisfied, almost like he had met his goal. I hate how much I was starting to overthink the sex, but watching him look at me like that didn’t please me like I thought it would. It even made me feel worse, and I felt like I shouldn’t have agreed to let him sleep with me or even spend the night in my bed.

I got off the bed, and Russo’s hands reached for mine; he looked worried, and I swallowed painfully. There’s no way I could tell him how I feel. I didn't want to do that, especially since he has always accused me of running. Sex with him was enjoyable; scratch that, it was the best I’ve ever had. I don’t think I could quickly get the feeling out of my head.

“Are you okay, Alissa?” he asked worriedly, and I wanted to scream no. I wanted to ask if that's how he treated all of his former personal aides and if that’s how he fucks every woman that shows up in his empire.