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“I’m trying to let you off the hook. You were very honest with me in that you want nothing to do with a relationship. I appreciate honesty now more than ever. I’m certain you can understand that. I was lied to my entire life. To find out I’m the daughter of a murderous criminal has rocked me harder than I thought it would. I’m getting off the subject and I’m rambling.” She laughed nervously, almost knocking over her wine when she reached for it.
I shoved the glass aside, pinching her chin between my thumb and forefinger. “If you think I’m going to let you get away from me, you’re sorely wrong, lady. That’s not going to happen. Not now. Not ever. Do you hear me?”
“Why does it matter to you? Why? I need you to tell me if this is just a continuation of our fantasy or if it’s real. The fantasy was wonderful. Tropical nights in paradise. Luscious food. A beautiful ocean. And the man of my dreams. But real life is something different. It’s gritty and dirty, boring and routine, happy and sad. There’s no telling where it could lead us, but if we don’t have a foundation, then it’s not worth the risk.”
I was finished with playing games and semantics. I tossed my napkin, rising to my feet. Then I grabbed her hand, yanking her away from the table and against my chest. As I fisted her hair, dragging her onto her toes, I shook my head then lowered it until our lips were centimeters apart. “Lady. You need to stop talking. Listen to me. I love you and if you think for one second that I’m going to allow you to walk out of my life, then you are sorely mistaken. You’re coming with me and this time, I’m going to show you exactly the way I feel about you.”
CHAPTER16
Willow
Knights in shining armor. Heroes on white steeds. Men with swords chopping the villainous dragon. Bad boys on bikes. They were all delicious, dangerous men that every little girl fantasized about, my rational side convincing me there was no Prince Charming, just an occasional frog who could transform into an okay guy.
But I was wrong.
Not only had I found my personal hero, but he was also packaged as the perfect bad boy.
Brooding.
Dominating.
Possessive.
And I was hot and wet all over thinking about what he was going to do to me.
Santiago shoved me against the back of the elevator, planting both hands on either side of me. As he crushed his mouth over mine, I rolled my arms over his shoulders, tangling my fingers in his hair, arching my back. He’d dragged me out of the restaurant, tossing cash onto the table then wasting no time leading me to his car. For the five-minute ride, he’d kept his hand on my knee, squeezing possessively.
As if the man was planning on devouring me.
As if he already owned me.
And I couldn’t be happier.
Every cell and muscle tingled as the kiss turned into a wild rush of passion and need, a thick haze surrounding my vision as he thrust his tongue inside, dominating mine. He was rougher than before, taking what he wanted without questioning whether I craved the same thing. Little did he know I was burning up inside as I’d been the week we’d mostly been apart, thinking about him every night, visions of his face and rugged body keeping my skin tingling and my nerves on edge.
I hadn’t been certain how he felt until now and there was nothing I wanted more than being in his arms, surrendering to his heightened desires. As the kiss continued, at least two people came and went, the sounds muffled by the rapid beating of my heart. He pushed the full weight of his body against mine, the hard ridge of his cock throbbing against my stomach.
I was lightheaded, shoving aside the ugliness of what we’d been through, concentrating on the rush of adrenaline and the way my panties were already damp. Every guttural sound he made only fueled the flames, tickling every one of my senses.
When the elevator finally dinged indicating our floor, he pulled back, his growl ferocious. He grabbed my hand, squeezing my fingers as he led me all the way down the hall, shoving the key card into the slot. The second the light turned green, he threw open the door, pushing me inside.
I backed away, dragging my tongue across my lips, purring as I watched him slam and lock the door. Then he advanced like the predator I knew him to be, yanking off his jacket and tossing it to the floor.
“Undress or you’ll lose that lovely dress you’re wearing,” he commanded, his deep voice almost unrecognizable given his tone of lust.
I kicked off my heels, the ache for him building into a frenzy. As he unbuttoned his shirt, ripping it off his body, I lifted my dress, swiveling my hips in order to tease him relentlessly. Every sound he made was a clear indication of what he had planned, and I was breathless with excitement.
Wearing only my panties, I continued taunting him, slowly sliding my fingers under the thin elastic of my thong, my mouth watering the moment he started to unfasten his belt. The single light in the expansive suite highlighted his furrowed brow and chiseled jaw, the two-day stubble adding to his dark and dangerous appearance.
“All of it. Now.”
I shuddered from his words, lowering the thin lace then kicking the unwanted material away. The sight of his thick cock forced a moan past my lips, my heart continuing to hammer so loudly the sound echoed in my ears.
The moment he was fully undressed, he closed the distance, cupping and squeezing both breasts. I threw my head back as he pinched my nipples between his fingers, stars floating in front of my eyes. He took a few seconds to lick and nip both hardened buds before gathering me into his arms, taking long strides toward another room.
As soon as he walked in, I realized he’d planned the entire night. Rose petals in every color were splashed across the turned-down bed and a pathway leading from the door. He’d positioned a bucket of champagne and two glasses on the nightstand and flameless candles were everywhere, their delicate flickers a direct contrast to his insatiable need. There was also a single unlit real candle waiting to be brought to life.
He slowly eased me to my feet, pulling open the nightstand drawer and grabbing a lighter. The bright flame sizzled, sending a wafting of rich vanilla and cinnamon into the room. After returning the lighter and closing the drawer, he cupped both sides of my face. “You’re the only thing that matters in my life. You belong to me. Say it. Say you’re mine.”
