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“I have a cane. Several. Want to see them?” Daniel moved his hand from her thigh to between her legs. He pressed two fingers gently against the lace of her panties. Even through the fabric he could feel her swollen clitoris. Anya stiffened but made no protest.
“Do you?” he asked again. Daniel brought his mouth to the hollow of her throat. His fingers made tight circles against her clitoris as his other hand gripped the back of her neck.
She nodded again, as if she’d lost her ability to speak. Her chest rose and fell with her rapid breaths; her small, taut nipples showed against the wet front of her dress. Over and over she thrust her hips against Daniel’s fingers.
Daniel remembered the first time he fantasized about Anya in Signore Vitale’s shop. He imagined fucking her from behind against the mirror. He’d vowed to himself…
“Say something nice about me,” Daniel ordered. “You don’t get to come until you say something nice. Now.”
“I lied.” The words came out immediately, hungrily.
“Lied? About what?”
“Monsieur…he didn’t punish me by sending me to you.” She closed her eyes tight and bit her bottom lip. “I just wanted to be with you again.”
9
Anya’s confession sent the last of Daniel’s self-restraint packing. Wrapping both arms around her, he lifted her out of the bathtub. Water poured off them both as he carried her to his bedroom.
Without a trace of gentleness, he put her on her back and yanked her panties down her legs. He tugged her dress up and heard it tear as it came off her and ended up in a wet pile on the floor.
Anya arched underneath him as he took a pale pink nipple into his mouth and sucked on it while his fingers found her other nipple and kneaded it. Daniel felt Anya’s hands sliding up his shoulders. He pulled back, grabbed her arms, and pinned her to the bed by her wrists. Using his knees, Daniel wrenched her thighs wide open. Only when Anya stiffened in obvious fear did he stop. Closing his eyes he took a deep slow breath to calm himself.
“Tell me this is what you want,” he said in a low voice. “Say it.”
“I want you, sir.” Her voice sounded so small, so scared. “I want you inside me.”
He knew she meant it. She’d called him “sir.”
He opened his eyes and bought his mouth to Anya’s. She opened herself up to his kiss, to his tongue, to his lips. Her mouth tasted as sweet and intoxicating as a dessert wine.
Daniel willed himself to slow down and think. He had condoms, lube…what he needed was a little self-control here or he’d rip her open. Before opening his eyes, Daniel took deep breaths. He hadn’t been this aroused in years. Not with Irina, not with Eleanor, not since Maggie. He had to stay calm. He had to be in control. Especially since she was sacrificing her chance to save her siblings by sleeping with him.
He wanted her but he wanted to take care of her, too. Her and her family.
“Any price,” he whispered into her mouth. “I’ll pay it.”
“What?”
He smiled against her lips. “If I take your virginity you won’t be in the auction. I’ll pay you whatever you want for it.”
Anya tried to pull her hands away from him. He didn’t let go.
“Pay me?”
Something in her voice warned him he’d said the wrong thing…or the right thing the wrong way.
“I didn’t mean it like that. Only—”
Anya tried pulling away again.
“Anya, stop. Please listen. You’re worried about money, about your brothers and—”
“You think I want to give myself to you for money?”
“No. But you were in the auction for money. And I know you want money and God knows I have more of it than anyone needs. I just meant I’d pay you—”
“Leonard.”
