AlfredoThe whiskey was still roaring through my veins as we stood outside my bedroom door. Maria’s arm was around my waist, steadying me, and the warmth of her body pressed against mine felt like the only real thing in this cold empire of mine. Her scent clean, subtle, with a hint of something sharper clouded my thoughts even more than the alcohol.I turned to her, my hand sliding down to grip her hip. “Don’t go,” I murmured. “Stay with me tonight, Maria.”Her icy grey eyes widened slightly, but she kept her composure. “Sir, you’re drunk. You should rest.”I chuckled darkly and pulled her closer, my other hand cupping the back of her neck. She was so beautiful up close with those full lips, the porcelain skin, the quiet strength that made my blood run hotter. I’d been thinking about her since the night of the meeting. Dreaming about breaking through that careful mask she wore.“I don’t want to rest,” I said, leaning in until our faces were inches apart. “I want you. I’ve wanted you
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