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Then I felt his hands, his fingers digging into my cheeks as he held me. I shuddered from his hot breath cascading across my mouth and neck. And the way his eyes pierced mine left me breathless.

He lowered his head, his nostrils flaring, his upper lip curling as he dragged me closer. I wrapped my fingers around his wrists, taking shallow breaths as his lips shifted dangerously close to mine.

“I could spend hours tasting every inch of your sweet body, driving my tongue deep inside your tight little pussy. Would you like that, my beautiful Aphrodite? Do you crave the kind of passion that only I can provide?” His deep baritone resonated into my ears, the rush of excitement more intense than it had been before.

“Yes, sir.”

“Mmm… My naughty goddess.” He brushed his lips across mine as he pulled me onto my toes. His scent was powerful, leaving me woozy from desire. I could sense his needs were entirely different tonight, sadistic in a way I craved. He’d awakened the lioness inside, his dark proclivities spurring the kind of hunger that I’d never known existed.

As he captured my mouth, he took his time sliding his tongue past my lips, exploring every inch as if there was nothing else in the world to do but kiss for hours.

I pressed my hand against his chest, managing to ease my index finger between the buttons on his shirt. With just a single touch, my skin was seared from his explosive heat. Everything about the man was powerful and dominating.

His wants.

His needs.

His requirements.

Tonight was no exception. He was on fire, his hunger off the charts. As the kiss became more passionate, turning into utter savagery, I was lost in the moment, my inner core heating to the boiling point. As he sucked on my tongue, I managed to unbutton his shirt several inches, finally sliding my hand inside. He growled past our lips as I caressed his muscles, marveling at their sculpted structure. He was more god than man, every feature born from the heavens above, every muscle chiseled to perfection.

I slipped my other hand over his shoulder, tangling my fingers in his thick strands, clinging to him as if my life depended on it. When he finally broke the kiss, he pushed my head back, forcing me to stare at the ceiling as he rubbed his thumb back and forth across my jaw. His actions were forceful, dominating in every way, a reminder that I belonged to him.

He growled again, the sound rushing into me, creating a spiderweb as it flowed into my system. I closed my eyes, still able to see ribbons of light dancing in front of my face. He rolled his teeth along my jawline, biting my lower lip until I cried out. When he nipped my earlobe, I shuddered visibly, unable to keep from moaning.

“On your knees, goddess. Tonight you will pleasure me before I provide the discipline you so clearly need.” His commanding voice always thrilled me and as I slid to the floor, I peered up at him, basking in his aristocratic looks. Stubble covered his jaw, adding to his dark allure. I was mesmerized by his beauty, my pussy aching to have his cock thrust inside. That would come soon enough, but not before I’d accepted my penance for losing the game.

He backed away slowly, the same enticing smirk on his face, the darkness of his eyes continuing to penetrate mine. As he walked around me, I heard his ragged breathing and concentrated my gaze on the thick bulge between his legs. I waited until he’d taken his throne, his favorite leather chair positioned behind his massive mahogany desk.

This is where he built his empire by destroying others. I loved to watch him work, using the same commanding nature with everyone else who ventured into his life as he did with me. Only when he tapped a single finger on the desk’s surface did I react, slowly crawling toward him.

My mouth watered as I noticed his cock throbbing through his trousers. I couldn’t wait to have his thick shaft in my mouth, savoring the feel as my muscles stretched wide open. I was completely naked, a requirement of the game, and every filthy act we performed drove me closer to ecstasy. His passion was unbridled, knowing no bounds. There was nothing he wouldn’t do to me, or I to him.

The closer I came, the more difficulty he had breathing. He wasn’t a patient man. By the time I neared his desk, he was drumming his fingers on the wood, his chest rising and falling from exertion. I enjoyed teasing him, grabbing a few moments of control. There was nothing wrong with making him suffer just a little bit.

When I finally crawled beneath the desk, slowly sliding the tips of my fingers along the insides of his thighs, he let out a series of guttural sounds.

“You will pay for making me wait so long,” he muttered then fisted my hair, dragging me closer.

“But the anticipation is the best part of being serviced,” I purred.

His laugh was boisterous, adding to the quivers shifting directly into my pussy. “Very true, my sweet goddess.Pero te voy a follar hasta que grites mi nombre.”

I gazed up at him from inside my small cave, dragging my tongue across my lips as I continued tormenting him. “Please tell me what you said, Master.”

He tugged my head until I was forced to look into his eyes. “I said that I’m going to fuck you until you scream out my name.”

I issued a few growls of my own before unfastening his trousers, peeling away the material then blowing across his throbbing cock. “I can’t wait.”

“Then suck me, woman, before I lose my mind.” He kept his hold on my hair as he threw his head back, laughing softly as if his prize was the sweetest reward.

As I swirled my tongue around his cockhead, my breathing erratic, I envisioned all the vile things he’d do to me later.

Then I took the tip into my mouth, allowing the oppressive heat to flow through my system. I’d never felt so adored in my life.

“Jesus,” I said out loud as I tried to shove the vision away. The dream from the night before had left me wet and hot. I’d awakened covered in perspiration, my thighs slickened from the orgasm in my sleep. Here I was fantasizing all over again. It was crazy, something that had never happened to me before.

And all because of a masked man named Zorro.

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