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Revenge.
“So beautiful,” he whispered in a husky tone as he brushed the tip of his index finger across my forehead. As he trailed it down the side of my face, I suddenly remembered him doing that when I lay in his arms after he’d saved me.
The memories were returning very slowly, but I knew I’d been ambushed in my house, my privacy desecrated.
“Diego,” I whispered, fearful of everything that happened and what this meant. I couldn’t be here. This wasn’t my life. I knew that he meant to keep me, claiming me as he’d promised he’d do.
I tried to shift, to crawl out from under the soft covers, but as soon as I did, he issued a deep growl.
“You’re not going anywhere, sweet Sabrina. Make no mistake, you now belong to me and it’s going to be a pleasure to take all of you.” He wrapped his hand around my neck, holding me in place as he lowered his head until our lips were centimeters apart.
I struggled in his paralyzing grip until his hand tightened, squeezing with enough pressure I knew he could snap my neck. When he pressed his lips against mine, I took several raspy breaths. “Don’t do this, Diego. I can’t stay here.”
He issued a series of low growls, the deep sound vibrating in my chest. “You know I can’t let you leave. They won’t leave you alone. They will finish what they started.”
“Using me against you.”
“Yes.”
The frankness of his words was debilitating, but I refused to fall into yet another dark abyss because if I did, I would never be freed from being under his thumb.
Or his protection.
The little voice tried to remind me that he’d saved my life, but the fear of what could happen continued to keep me on a dangerous precipice.
Every part of my body remained stiff, shrinking back as much as his hold would allow.
“Yes, so beautiful.” When he rubbed my arm, I looked down, noticing a bruise. He followed my gaze, trying to offer a reassuring but brief smile. “You were given fluids to counter the drug.”
“That bastard drugged me?”
“Yes. Do you remember anything about him? Did he say anything?”
Wincing, I closed my eyes, trying not to envision the man’s face. “Not that I can remember except it was time to die.”
“Fucking bastard.”
“You killed him.”
“Yes.”
I wanted to shout that it wasn’t his right to be judge and jury but I’d have to consider myself a hypocrite. “Good.”
Exhaling, he pulled away by several inches. Then without warning, he claimed my mouth. I pushed my hands against him, trying to break the connection but it was no use. I refused to open my mouth as he shoved his tongue against my lips but the anguish of his fingers digging into my jaw forced an involuntary action.
His actions forceful, he swirled his tongue against mine, teasing relentlessly. The taste of him was overtly masculine, the flavors of scotch and what had to be cinnamon enticing my taste buds. I did everything I could to thwart his demanding actions, but he was far too powerful, able to hold me in place with ease. Everything about him was larger than life, the kiss so all-consuming that it sucked all the air out of my lungs. I was lightheaded, stars floating in my periphery of vision.
The same stubble on his jaw I’d found so sexy scraped against my skin, igniting a firestorm of desire between my legs. I couldn’t believe I was wet after everything I’d been through, the dampness of my panties adding to the wave of embarrassment. For a few irritating seconds, I found myself falling into the kiss, the moment of pure sin unlike anything I’d ever experienced. I was almost drunk on my desire, dizzy from the passion, no longer able to feel my legs. If the brute of a man hadn’t been holding me, there was no doubt I’d stumble and fall.
Everything about this was so wrong, bad on every level. I wasn’t supposed to be attracted to a monster. I couldn’t be. I just…
You’re in love with him. He’s your savior, the only man you can ever trust.
Was that true? Could I believe in my instincts and trust this man?
There was no avoiding the connection, the passion we shared. I was tingling as I’d done before, perhaps even more so. Yet the survivor in me, the one who refused to give up her control required me to push my palm against his chest, trying to break the connection.
There was no stopping the man. He thrust his tongue inside, drinking from me as if he was dying and I was the only person capable of quenching his thirst. The sheer physicality of the man was daunting, but I wasn’t afraid, just mortified that I would so easily surrender to him and his intense prowess. I couldn’t do that. Not now. Not when…
