Raoul: Once the treasure is inside the villa, she doesn’t leave without supervision. Understood?
Trevor, my jack-of-all-trades and most trusted employee, is quick to respond.
Trevor: Yes, sir. Understood.
Raoul: Oh, and tell Mariana to bring us coffee. One black, one two sugars and cream.
I’ll be crawling out of my skin with all the caffeine I’ve drank today, but running on no sleep means that I’ll need every advantage I can get.
Looking up at Skye as she approaches the villa, her heart-shaped ass a magnet for my attention, I know I’ve got my work cut out for me. For once, though, I’m looking forward to the job.
* * *
The villa,which had been dubbedCastle on the Rockby whoever built it decades ago, was full of empty rooms and spaces. I hadn’t really paid it much mind before, but seeing the way Skye looks into each bare place with a wistful sadness on her face, I’m glad they are there. It is space for her to fill with the things she loves…hobbies, trinkets, whatever she fancies. In the future, though, it will be space for our children. Our many, many children.
She’s going to look so beautiful when she is with child.Mychild.
Filling my mouth with hot coffee, the momentary burn hurts just enough to keep me from getting hard again. I’ve been half-erect since the second I saw her in my home, and my cock is getting more and more persistent by the second.
It’s the pale lipstick mark on her coffee cup, the way her nails tap on the ceramic, and most of all, the way she nibbles and licks her bottom lip when she’s deep in thought. I’d sucked that same lip into my mouth just last night, but that’s been far too long ago.
Now, Skye is standing at the railing of the terrace, once again staring out at the horizon. She reminds me of a dove, ready to take flight.
“What do you keep looking at,Tesorina?”
“I’ve just never seen it all from this angle before. Sometimes when all I do is work and go home to sleep, it’s easy to forget what this place is really like. All I see some weeks are the city streets, and the only evidence that I’m actually in Tenerife is the smell of the ocean.” She sighs. “You’re so lucky to see it this way every day.”
I come up behind her, putting my hands on the railing on either side of her body, bracketing her in while I dip my face down to her ear. “I’ve never seen it more beautiful than it is today, but something is different about the view.”
Skye melts into me with a contented sound. “You’re such a charmer.”
I chuckle, nuzzling her jaw. “You’re the first person to ever use that word to describe me. Usually it’snightmareorasshole.”
Skye shivers in my arms, breath coming out of her in a rush when I brush my lips over the shell of her ear. She lets me kiss her cheek, the line of her jaw, and down to her sensitive neck where I can feel her heartbeat thundering under my mouth. I can’t help myself–when she moans softly, I press myself fully against her, the stiff line of my cock pinned against her softness.
Her moan takes on a desperate note, but like a nervous filly, she tries to scurry away from me and out of my grasp. I don’t move my arms, keeping her in place. Skye’s body knows she’s ready, I just need her mind to catch up.
“Easy,” I rumble, once more pushing forward until her body is trapped between the railing and me. My manhood is surging against the zipper of my jeans, almost painfully, as she squirms against it, the feeling of her ass an almost unbearable distraction.
“This is going too fast,” she pants, squealing as I narrow my hold on her, hands sliding up her soft belly as my fingers brush the undersides of her tits. “I–I think you should take me home.”
“Let’s talk about that in a bit. Right now, I have different plans.”
Skye shudders again, but she’s still denying me. “I said take mehome,”
I didn’t want to have to do it this way, but maybe the pleasure I can give her will ease the divulgence that she’s just not leaving. Not anytime soon, anyway. I caress right under her bra again, fingers meandering over the cups of it and stroking where I can feel her stiff nipples begging to be set free. “This is home for you now.”
Now she gives escaping my grasp an honest effort. I want to continue touching her gently, and hearing her gasping breaths, but she isn’t going to give me that chance. As she bucks, I wrap my arms firmly around her waist and hold her in place, lifting her off the ground when she attempts to kick me in the shin. Her fiery anger turns me on even more.
“Feisty,” I comment, laughing. “What a little spitfire you are.”
“Let me go!” Her rage is there, bright and burning, but it’s the edge of fear that gives me pause.
“You don’t have to be afraid.” I loosen my grasp enough to let her put her feet on the ground. “I will never hurt you, Skye.”
Wiggling until she’s facing me, she stares defiantly into my eyes, red spots on her cheekbones the only indication she’s feeling anything but fury. Pissed that I’m holding her here, touching her like I want, but her traitorous body enjoying it nonetheless.
I know what I have to do to bend her to my will, now.