I need relief. It’s all I can think about.
When I wiggle against his cock to soothe the ache, he groans. It’s the raw, guttural sound of a man wrestling temptation. It’s arousing. And heady.
A bold sense of power surges through me, and I do it again. And again. And again.
The intensity sizzles dangerously between us. I’m too caught up in him—too tangled in the curls of pleasure—to think about where this is going, or how it’ll end. All I know is his skillful mouth and practiced hands. His hard muscle and masculine scent.
It’s as though I’m possessed, and no longer have control of my mind or body.
Antonio’s lips are bruising, demanding my surrender, as his fingers dig deeper into my flesh, holding me still against his solid body.
Without warning, he sinks his teeth into my bottom lip, and although I whimper from the pleasant zing, it jolts me out of my stupor.
What are you doing, Daniela?He’s the enemy. How much do the Huntsmans need to take from you? You stupid, stupid girl. How much?
Overcome by a sharp attack of conscience, I force my head to the side. “Get off me,” I croak, pushing at his chest. “I don’t want this.”
“Liar,” he taunts, softly, caging me with his muscular forearms braced on the wall, above my head.
He’s right.I do want this.I spent years wanting this very thing, but I can’t disrespect my mother’s memory any more than I already have. I won’t do that.
“Get off me. Now!”
He doesn’t budge.
“Not until I’m finished with you.” His voice is low, rough and tight, edged with menace. “You’ll learn that in time. It’ll be a pleasurable lesson, if you don’t fight me.”
It’ll be a pleasurable lesson, if you don’t fight me.
The panic hits hard, landing with such force it’s paralyzing.He’s not going to stop.History is about to repeat itself.I don’t want to die.
Terror swirls in my head, until my thoughts are nothing more than a labyrinth of fears.
I can’t die. Please. No. No.
A scream withers in my throat when Antonio takes secure hold of my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes.
“You have nothing to worry about—not today. Deflowering virgins isn’t my thing.”
He pauses, his features hardening into something grotesque as the light fades from his eyes. “I’m not a man who has the patience to teach inexperienced girls how to swallow cock. I play with women.No exceptions. And I prefer when someone else has taken the time to break them in properly.”
I squeeze my eyelids together to block out his filthy words, and so I don’t have to look into his face, where a tempest rages that’s as black as his soul. But Antonio is not having it.
“Look at me when I speak to you.”
My heart hammers until the pain in my chest is almost unbearable, but I do as I’m told. At least I try. When it takes me a few seconds to focus, he tips my chin higher until we’re peering at each other, with only a breath between us.
“Our fate—yours and mine—is entwined for eternity. For now, you’re safe,Princesa. But when I come back, it’ll be for more than a kiss.”
He releases his hold on me, turns, and walks out.
I don’t move a muscle. I’m not sure I even breathe, until the front door latches.
What just happened?
Nothing. It was nothing. Don’t think about it. Within a week you’ll be gone, and it’ll all be behind you.
I adjust my braid, but the ribbon is missing. It’s not caught on my clothing, or on the floor. I look near the desk, but it’s not there either. It’s the least of my concerns. But searching for it makes a fine distraction, so I don’t have to think about what almost happened here. What I wanted to happen—until I didn’t.