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“I won’t bite you.”
She let out a nervous laugh.
He kissed the shell of her ear and pulled her deeper into his arms. “Relax. What’s a good moon-viewing party for if you can’t appreciate her beauty?”
Anna tried to relax, but she couldn’t. Especially when Matt slipped his hand under her bathrobe and fondled her breast. She bit her lip. How am I supposed to relax when all he does is make me horny?
Matt found her nipple and tugged it between his thumb and forefinger, causing morsels of pleasure to burst within her.
With his free hand, Matt poured himself another cup of sake. He sipped it and offered some to her. Anna took a sip too just to be polite.
“Beautiful, isn’t she?”
“It’s just the moon.”
“Yes, but from here, you can see her so close without any obstruction.”
“May I ask where you come from, sir?”
“Azura. Netherworld.”
Netherworld? Where is that? Europe? France? ‘Cause Martel sounded French. Anna made a mental note to look up Netherworld on the Internet tomorrow. “Do you go home often?”
“No.” His voice reverberated behind her ear, the sound of it made her skin tingle. “We can’t go home until we’ve found what we’re looking for.”
“Which is?”
“Our bride.”
“You mean brides?”
He didn’t answer. When Anna threw a look over her shoulder, she saw him grinning. Her heart skipped another beat. Matt looked so irresistibly wicked.
“Tell me something about you, Anna. How many men have you been with?”
Anna. He’d called her by her first name. She found it strangely intimate. “Why do you want to know?”
“Because I do.”
Anna waited.
Matt didn’t continue. Instead, he pinched her nipple until a delicious pain shot down to her sex.
She gasped. “One. When I was in high school.”
“Just one?”
“I’m not exactly a pretty girl.”
“You’re wrong, Anna. So fucking wrong.” He put down his cup and yanked her bathrobe down, exposing her naked body. Her breath froze in her throat when he buried his face in the nape of her neck. He inhaled deeply as his fingers tightened around her breasts.
Anna shivered. Why was he treating her like this? She was his fuck doll. He and his brothers’ personal plaything. So why was Matt treating her as if she was his lover, one he adored and couldn’t live without?
“Turn around,” he ordered. His voice was hoarse.
She did what he asked. Her pulse raced as she settled on his lap, feeling his hard erection press against her pussy.
Matt watched her with an unmistakable hunger. “Kiss me.”
