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Eden
The weight of his words continued to trickle into my bloodstream as well as my muddled mind. If he really believed that as of now I was off the market, then he was far too possessive. Then why couldn’t I break the spell? Why was it that with every touch I was pulled more and more into a darkness I couldn’t understand?
He carried me through the set of double doors, taking me toward the set of musicians that had yet to take a break. They didn’t seem to pay any attention, all four men embroiled in the artistry that had failed me. The haunting strains ofRomeo and Juliettroubled me not only because it had been my favorite piece when I’d actually cared about playing music, but also because of the meaning behind the story itself.
A tragedy.
Had he selected it on purpose?
Even though it appeared I’d pegged him well with his style and some knowledge about his family, it was the tip of the iceberg for a man of his nature. He held the dark, unwanted parts of his life under a suit of armor much like I held secrets under a mask. With every piercing look of his eyes, I felt as if I was spiraling out of control.
It wasn’t something I could explain to anyone, let alone friends who knew me as well as anyone else. I might be pretending to be someone I wasn’t, but the wants and needs hadn’t changed. I’d shared intimate thoughts about men, family, and sex, including a few kinky fantasies with Jasmine, Amber, and Carolyn. We’d compared notes over lunch while studying eye candy that had passed by our table. And we’d indulged in far too many bottles of wine while playing the game of Taboo, laughing as the answers became kinkier with every bottle of wine opened.
But sharing that I was being slowly consumed by a man I didn’t know, allowing myself to be devoured by him wasn’t anything they’d understand.
And in my mind, it wasn’t normal.
Cruz stormed toward the table, raking his arm across the tableware positioned at the end.
“No! Don’t break it,” I gasped.
“I have no intention of it, my beauty.” When he eased me onto the edge, I immediately glanced at the musicians.
“What are you doing?”
“If you must know,” he said as he planted both hands on either side of me, “I’m going to feast.”
“On?” I knew the answer. A rush of heat exploded along my jaw, creeping into my cheeks within seconds.
“My sweet girl. You.” He pushed me down without a second of hesitation. Then he slid his fingers under my dress, brushing the tips along my inner thighs as he pushed my dress up past my panties.
“You can’t do this,” I insisted, trying to yank it down.
“I can do anything I want.” He dragged the chair closer, peering down at me with a lurid expression on his face. “Are you wet for me, little goddess?”
I was too humiliated to answer him. When he cocked his head, I tried to speak, but no words would escape my mouth. He flared his nostrils then cupped my mound, digging his finger against the thin lace until he shoved it past my swollen folds.
The heat exploded between us, the jolt of electricity keeping my body tingling and my mind a blur. I heard a noise and realized two other people had entered the room. While they were ignoring what was happening at the end of the table, I would never get over the shameful feeling.
He rubbed my pussy as one of them opened a bottle of champagne, rolling his thumb around my clit slowly.
Seductively.
“Thank you, Claire, Jonathan. I appreciate your prompt attention. That will be all for now.”
“Yes, sir,” Claire said as she placed one of the glasses dangerously near my head.
I pressed my hands over my face, taking gasping breaths. There was nothing this man wouldn’t do.
He didn’t bother waiting until they’d left the room before wrapping his fingers around my panties, staring at me as he yanked them down my hips.
I tried to push away his hands, but he narrowed his eyes, his chest heaving. “One more interruption and I’ll spank you with my belt. Do I make myself clear?”
Even his promise of punishment was exciting, every nerve tingling.
“In fact. Put your hands over your head.”
The deep gravel to his voice kept me on edge, but it was the way his eyes reflected darker than kept me watching his every move. It was that moment I could swear I’d looked into the same eyes before. An instant chill swept through me. Was that possible?
