“Have you ever been to New Zealand?” she asks in a hushed tone, a useless attempt to distract herself.
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Never had a reason to.”
“Not even for the glowworms?”
“No.”
She quietens, the air growing dense with tension so thick, I can feel every shift of her body within my own.
I hear her swallow. “Are you going to hurt me?”
“Si,” I say, my cock growing hard from just the thought of it.
“What… what are you going to do?” Her voice wobbles, the words pitching and sinking with fear.
A corner of my lips curls up. “Now, why would I tell you that?”
She turns away, and I study the way she stares straight ahead, beyond the pool and into her own mind, likely imagining all the ways I could hurt her.
A shot of excitement leaks down through my chest as I circle behind her and press into her back. She sucks in a sharp breath, feeling my cock resting against the swell of her ass. She’s solid stone as I lean down and brush my mouth across her ear.
“That’s what makes it so fun,” I murmur, lingering for a beat so I can memorize the way her lip trembles.
“Are you going to try to fuck me?” she spits.
“No,bella ladra.I’ll never fuck you again, not even when you beg me to.”
She scoffs, her upper lip curling with disgust. “I would never.”
Reaching around her, I grab her jaw and force her head to the side, her glassy blue eyes catching hold of mine.
Not good enough. I want those tears spilling over.
I squeeze tighter, and utter bliss releases in my bloodstream when a tear wiggles lose.
Now, that’s a sight that can make any man come undone.
I lean closer, my lips a mere inch from hers.
“You’re already so close,bugiarda. All I would need to do is kiss these pretty lips, and the words would be slipping off your tongue before you could stop it.” Releasing her jaw, I grab her hand and force it between her thighs. “Feel,” I order.
“No,” she bites out, anger boiling in her glare.
“I wasn’t asking,” I snarl, my voice dropping lower with warning. “Feel for yourself, or I will.”
Swallowing, she tucks her fingers into the side of her shorts for half a second and then quickly slips them out. She resists as I grab her hand and raise it high for both of us to see, the evidence of her arousal reflecting the luminosity from above on her fingertips, turning them bright aqua.
“Look at that. You can glow, too.”
Then, I step away, saying nothing else as I make my way out of the cave and toward the lighthouse. She’ll stay behind, embarrassed and ashamed, and won’t dare show her face for a while.
Plenty of time to make myself come to the image of that tear falling past her eyes.
Chapter 14