“Why don’t you talk to me?” I try to step away, but he catches my arm.
“Get on the bed, ass up.”
Despite the sexy glint in his eyes as they roam over my naked body and the lewdness of his command, I decide to stand my ground. “No. Let’s talk.”
“Oh, we will talk. Now do as I say. Don’t, and you know how I truly love punishing you.”
“I didn’t do anything.”
“That’s yet to be determined. This is a reminder.”
“Of what?”
“Get on the bed. Don’t let me repeat myself again, or you will not like it.” His eyes become hard and guarded. I can’t even see past his fury.
This can’t be the guy I was so fascinated by all these weeks. The one who told me I was his girl, sailed me around the Caribbean, and melted my last resolve.
Am I the fool again?
Defeated, I slip off my shoes and crawl onto the bed, then glance over my shoulder, watching him take off his jacket and shirt.
He walks up to me and rests his hand softly on the curve of my back. A shiver of heat coils down my spine and I drag in a slow breath to keep my focus.
“Remember the other week when I said we’d talk about certain things after the wedding?” His voice takes on that Arctic edge. I shudder.
“Yes.” I don’t know what this has to do with what happened tonight, but it’s so typical of him to be cryptic.
“We’re going to talk about those things now,wife.”
He plants a line of kisses down my back, trailing down to my pussy, where he pushes his tongue into me.
The maddening cocktail of arousal and tension jolts my body, and I wish we weren’t in this weird space of uncertainty. I wish we could go back to mere hours ago when we devoured each other in this bed and barely wanted to leave.
I wish we hadn’t left because this feels like something else.
“It’s time you get another rude awakening about your beloved Viktor.”
I snap my gaze back at him. “He’s not my beloved. I told you what happened.”
He replies by pushing two fingers into my passage, pumping in and out of me slowly. I suppress a moan, but he teases it out of me.
“Always wet for me, though.” His voice is a whisper that speaks to the secret parts of me that crave his touch. “Your beloved Viktor would never have been able to keep his dick in his pants, but there’s something else you should know about him.”
I don’t like the sound of this. Desmier’s fingers trail up to my back again and linger by my spine.
“What should I know?”
“It’s about the vineyard.”
I narrow my eyes when he returns to my face and brushes his nose over mine.
“What about the vineyard?”
He releases a slow, pensive breath, tickling my skin, then moves away.
I continue watching him, our gazes tangled and unwavering. He undoes his belt buckle, shoves his pants and boxers down his hips, then steps out of them.
I’ve seen him naked so many times, but my heart still skips a beat at how perfect he is. Perfect and closed off to listening to me.