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“That’s very insightful for someone so young,” he mused, taking a sip of his drink.
Realizing that was another piece of information I hadn’t received. I found myself leaning back to take another good look at him. I had no idea how old he was. His birth-date wasn’t listed anywhere. As I studied his profile, I summarized that he could be anywhere from his mid-twenties to early thirties.
“I’m thirty-three.” He answered my unspoken question.
Holy shit, no wonder he considered me young. I was eleven years his junior. He looked incredible for his age. I eyed his hands in search of a tan line that would indicate he was once married, but saw they were bare aside from the family crest ring on his index finger.
“Is that a problem?”
“Oh, of course not––I mean, no. Why would it be?”
His age was a positive check in the pro column. I had a taste for men who were older. I looked down at my freshly painted nails when silence elapsed again.
When I glanced back up he was studying me so intently, the urge to blend in with the black of our leather booth was overwhelming. Had I said that aloud?
“Women usually don’t act this way around me. You’ve barely looked at me longer than a full minute since we’ve been here. I know what you look like when you come, know what your tight pussy feels like around my cock, and very soon I will make you beg me to fuck you, yet you still behave like this.”
He cocked his head to the side, a devious smile spread across his face. “Do I intimidate you minha beleza?”
There was no way I was going to justify that with a response. He knew damn well he did. I reached for my ice water and took a healthy swig. “What does that mean?”
“It means my beauty.”
“Yours?”
“Yes, meu––mine.” He spoke the word with the same finality he had the day of the post-reception.
Gooseflesh skipped across my skin upon hearing the translation. The claim should have pissed me off. The raw possessiveness he was already exerting over me when we weren’t together should have terrified me. Instead, it once again poked and provoked a feeling inside me I should have suppressed but didn’t.
Something that had gone stagnant was ready to flourish under his influence. I didn’t know what to do with that. I knew obtaining a relationship with him was my goal and I had naturally developed feelings for him but that didn’t explain why he was so deadest on us being an item. My insides were beginning to feel like the ball of yarn a kitten battered back and forth before being unwound.
“What do you want from me?” I came right out with it, looking him in the eye to see if I could catch a reaction. I couldn’t.
He had an excellent poker face. “Is it just sex? I thought that’s all it was to you. Today you say you want more, but more of what? Am I a challenge? I’m not sure I even want to know these answers. I’m just trying to understand why I’m here…with you.”
“Elena,” he groaned. “You clearly don’t know what a man who wants ‘just sex’ looks like, but I i
magine that’s because you’ve only been with boys.”
My face flamed. It wasn’t true, but I’d walked right into that. The overhead light only amplified the blush staining my cheeks. Of course, he saw this and smiled devilishly at me before continuing. “You’re not a conquest, and this is much more than just sex. I don’t wine and dine my one night stands. I don’t ever need to work this hard to obtain pussy. That’s not why I asked you out.
“If all I wanted to do was fuck you, amada, I’d have lifted your dress and done it when you had your sweet round ass bent over that banister. We wouldn’t be here right now.”
His brass words had my body temperature starting to rise.
“Stop it,” I hissed at him when I saw the woman in the booth across from ours was listening intently to what he was saying. He ignored my protest and kept talking.
“As for you being mine…in the manner I want you to be.” He paused and openly ran his eyes over me again. “We have much work to do. That’s why I asked you out. I’d like to start by getting to know one another aside from being inside you, and to do that, I need more than random weekly meet-ups. I need you in my world, fully, and you haven’t even skimmed the surface yet.”
My surprise couldn’t be tempered. His words, his geniality––once again threw me into a state of confusion.
I could tell he meant it. He truly wanted to immerse me in his world.
I knew I was going in for my sister, but that was completely different to going in with him. There would be no leaving.
“I don’t know what to say…I mean what more do you need from me?”
“It’s all really simple. Just say yes. You’re going to be mine utterly––completely. And I do mean that in every barbaric, possessive, fucked up way there is.”
