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My words are at odds with my wishes because more than anything, I want this. But it’s so cold. As if I’m a whore being paid for the pleasure, causing me to think back on a time when that was reality for me.
My eyes water with unshed tears as my past haunts me and only his voice shakes me out of it as he growls, “Look at me, Flora.”
I stare into his eyes that burn with desire and he says huskily, “You need to understand one thing.”
“What?” I whisper fearfully and his voice softens and his eyes gleam with lust as he says huskily, “There is one word to describe what I think of you, Flora. That word is want. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, and I want you to learn how much power you have over me. I am not using you for sex. I want you. I want to crawl inside your body and own your heart and mind. I want you to close your eyes and I’m the last thing you see and the first when they open. I want to fill your mind and body, and I want to own your soul. Above everything, I want you to understand how beautiful, sexy and amazing you are, and I want you to want me even just a little of how much I want you. But first we must banish those demons and teach you to own your own mind and body.”
I’m stunned and don’t understand what’s happening and he interrupts with a soft, “You need to own yourself before I own your body. Stand before me proud of who you are knowing there is nobody I want more than you. Flora Corlietti. That’s the woman I want, not a damaged imitation. I want your kindness, your innocence, and your softness. I want the perfect woman, not the tarnished one. I want to see you proud of who you are and own your past with no shame. So, strip for me, baby girl, and show me how much you want to be set free.”
My eyes glisten with tears of gratitude because now I understand. Domenico is giving me the opportunity to own my past and make it mine. Not to be ashamed but to embrace it and rather than run from it and hide out with nuns, to understand it and use it to make me stronger.
As he settles back in his chair and stares at me through lust filled eyes, I reach behind my back and unclasp my bra. As it drops to the floor, his slight hiss empowers me and I run my fingers across my breasts, gasping as I squeeze my nipples between my fingers and thumbs. It feels so good to own my body and use it as a weapon on the powerful man sitting at my feet and as I hook my thumbs in the waistband of my silk panties, I stare deep into his glittering eyes as I drag them down my body and stand naked before him.
He doesn’t move and I’m in no hurry and continue to caress my body and gasp and sigh as it responds to what I like. I tease my sex, an act that causes him to groan and feeling bolder, I head closer and start dancing, loving how sexy it makes me, knowing it’s turning him on and yet he still hasn’t touched me.
I stand with him between my legs and carry on the show like the sluttiest lap dancer and love how his pupils dilate and his breath quickens. I am so far gone I don’t even recognize myself as I explore my own body, loving how he watches every move. Now I understand what it’s like to control a powerful man, and I’m in no hurry to stop. Whatever happens after tonight, this will change me forever and, far from fearing what happens next, I can’t fucking wait.
CHAPTER22
DOM
This is pure fucking torture. I can’t tear my eyes from this woman who has stepped out from the shadows and blinded me by her brilliance. She dazzles, unlike before when she hid behind a past that damaged her.
When she took on the role I demanded at the bank, she shone like the most exquisite diamond. She was breath-taking and if I want to hold on to that woman; I need to banish her inhibitions and the guilt she wears like chains around her soul, dragging it down and shrouding her in fear.
Now, as she dances before me, I am bewitched by her. I once believed Diana was everything I ever wanted in life, but I hadn’t met her sister yet. She has all the qualities that drew me like a magnet toward her older sibling but appears to have none of the flaws that Diana wears like jagged scars on her tarnished soul with pride.
Flora is the woman I was meant to find. I am in no doubt about that and despite the urgent need I have to claim her; I recognize she needs to claim herself first.
So, as I stare in wonder while maintaining a stony expression, my heart thumps as I struggle to think of a way to keep her.
As she straddles my lap, the bulge in my pants is becoming quite a problem and the sweat dripping down my back tells me I won’t keep my cool for long. I’m like a tiger waiting to pounce on its prey and I wonder if she knows how close I am to breaking. To leaning forward and going in for the kill. To consume, own and dominate. That is who I am, and this restraint is killing me almost as much as the need for the woman who appears to be somewhere else right now.
She bites her lower lip and has a glazed expression in her eyes as she sways and gyrates like the most exotic dancer in the world. Her long blonde curls dust her shoulders, spilling onto her breasts as she swings her hips. Her dazzling blue eyes are half closed as she appears to be in a trance and her ruby red lips glisten as she sucks them into a mouth I am keen to explore with my throbbing cock.
Her breasts aren’t the biggest I’ve seen, but they are perfection, with her rosebud nipples standing erect to her soft touch. Her waist is small and her hips perfect as they splay out, making me long to slide between them into her gleaming pussy.
As she dances for me, I suppress the anger that is growing by the second for the two people who used her and made her past a bitter one. Images of disgusting men tearing her innocence from her makes me boil with rage and if I am sure of anything right now, it’s that I will use my skills to make Mario and Diana’s end a bloody torturous one. Because of Flora and because from now on she is the most important person in my life and so, for my own sanity, I hold up my hand and growl, “Enough.”
Her eyes open and I note the worry that clouds them as she senses she has done something to anger or disappoint me.
I hate knowing I’m the cause of that and yet I need to create distance between us if my plan regarding Flora works to my advantage.
Softening my voice, I reach out and pull her naked body onto my lap and wrap my arms around her shivering body. Then I dip my head and kiss her slowly, in no hurry to rush into something I want to treasure. Not to take her in a moment of greed like the frantic fuck against the wall before we left for the bank, when I lost control for a second. Definitely not to act like every other man who has been there before me. The thought of which is like a painful hammer to my heart and as she sighs against my lips, it hurts so much knowing her past and not being able to change it.
I pull back and say huskily, “How do you feel now, baby girl?”
She gazes up and I smile, causing her to stare at me in total shock.
“You’re smiling.” She gasps and I shrug. “It happens. I have no control over it, but now you mention it, I’ll remove it at once.”
I scowl and her soft laugh flutters against my heart, searching for a crack to edge inside. “I like it when you smile.”
She glances at me shyly and then surprises us both by reaching up and stroking my cheek with an angel’s hands and then impulsively pressing her lips to mine and softly edging her tongue inside. It takes a superhuman effort on my part to hold back as I give her the freedom to explore me at her will and as our tongues entwine and dance like lovers, I don’t believe I’ve ever been this happy in my life.
An unfamiliar warm sensation is spreading through my body and softening the hard edges that have always lived inside me. Her soft lips on mine and her naked skin grazing against the fabric of my clothing is causing friction that will probably test every inch of my resolve, but I hold back and let her explore with no fear of what I can do.
Her fingers inch inside my half open silk shirt and just feeling them caress my body is complete torture. She is relentless as she kisses me softly as she slides her hand across my chest and her small moans of desire are like green fucking lights exploding in my head. She shifts closer and then pulls back and stares at me through lust filled eyes and I say softly, “You never answered my question.”
