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I waited on him to elaborate; instead, he led me to the bright and airy bathroom.

I kicked my heels off my aching feet, taking in the Carrara marble, the shower with an ocean view window, dual vanities, and a soaking tub overlooking the meandering coastline. At the end of the room was a set of French doors opening to a balcony.

This felt surreal.

I’d just been coming to terms with being back at my parents’ estate, adjusting from the rundown bungalow I’d lived in for the past few years. Now I was here, in a room of pure opulence, with come running down my legs.

I caught a glimpse of my reflection and cringed. My hair looked like tumbleweed, my skin was flushed, my lips were swollen, and there was no mistaking what I’d been doing for the past two days.

Mateo turned the shower on, and then returned to where I’d remained standing.

He looked down at me, bringing his hand back to my throbbing pussy, grazing my sensitive clit.

He coated his fingertips in our sticky mess and then brought them to my mouth.

“Open,” he roughly commanded.

With zero hesitation, I parted my lips, swirling my tongue over his thick digits.

“By the way you’re eagerly sucking come off my fingers, I’d say you very much give a damn, anjo.”

I swallowed the taste of us, refusing to admit what we both knew. With Mateo, my dangerously unorthodox prescription, running through my veins, my head was a much clearer place. The truth was reflecting from my brown eyes into his golden ones.

I could deny it till I my voice no longer worked, but the truth was I had fallen for him.

The moment I saw his face, I pinned it on my soul.

I fell hard, I fell fast, and he hadn’t quite let me hit the ground, but I almost wish he would have because this splinter in my chest was hell.

In a million ways for a million different reasons that would never make sense to anyone other than the two of us, I wanted him.

He brushed a few stray hairs away from my face and tucked them behind my ear.

“I’m still infatuated. You’re still mine. And I still mean that in every barbaric, possessive, fucked up way there is. That means putting my ring on a certain finger attached to your left hand and having twenty-four-seven access to every fuckable hole on your body.”

He grasped my jaw when I attempted to divert my gaze. “I want to make you a deal and amend what we previously discussed. I can show you where your sister is or I can do one better, but that will be contingent on you saying yes or no.”

“What kind of deal?” I asked slowly.

“Take my last name without argument. Play the role I need you to play in the game. Do exactly as I say, and in time, I’ll give you everything you need to uncov

er the truth and answer all your questions.”

I bit the inside of my cheek and rubbed my lips together. His cryptic wording had a million possibilities racing through my mind.

“I don’t…” I trailed off, flustered by the situation in its entirety.

“You don’t have to answer me right now. I have some errands to run, so sleep on it. I just want you to remember something when you think it over, no matter what your answer is.”

He placed his hands on the front of my thighs, continuing to watch me closely.

“This sexy, supple body is mine.”

His flattened palms floated to my sides, coming up the length of my torso to rest on either side of my neck. I could smell myself on his fingers and his breath.

“There is no one else for me, but you. And there is no else for you, but me.”

He leaned in, skimming his soft lips over mine and gently stroking the column of my throat with his thumb. “All I’m missing is your heart, and by the time I’m done penetrating every corner of your mind, I’ll have that too. I will own every part of you,” he promised with a firm kiss on the center of my forehead.

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