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She smiles, and it’s as if the sun comes out as she whispers, “I feel happy and I have you to thank for that.”
“Because…” I arch my brow and she giggles. “It’s as if I’m safe with you, which is strange considering I’m your prisoner.”
“You are.” I grin, causing her to giggle again and I reach up and twirl my finger around her curls, loving how soft they are against my skin. Images of them sliding against my naked flesh like the finest silk make me groan inside because I am starting to hate this soft approach. I am a hunter and take what I want without considering my victim at all, and this is a first for me. A lesson I’m learning the painful way.
“Domenico.”
Hearing my name on her lips makes me smile and I say gruffly, “Call me Dom.”
“OK.”
She smiles shyly. “Dom, um, I’m a little confused.”
“Of what?”
I keep my tone devoid of any emotion because the last thing I need is to let her peer inside my soul and see how weak I already am where it concerns her.
“I thought we would um…”
“Fuck.” I state the obvious, causing her to blush the color of the red flag that should be warning her to stop.
“We fuck when I say we fuck.”
I bark back, causing her eyes to widen and a little of the happiness to die inside them.
“I say when, where, and how. You do what I tell you and never question me.”
“Oh.” She glances down and I hate bursting the bubble that we created, but she needs to fear me; to know what I’m capable of because until I know for certain that Flora wants me even a tiny bit of how much I want her, she will never learn that the weakness inside me is her.
CHAPTER23
FLORA
Iam crushed. He has kicked me back down and is currently standing on my heart. I thought we had something special for a moment. The way he looked at me with desire and encouraged me to be bold, to love myself knowing he wanted me. Now he has pushed me away and it can only be because he realized I’m not my sister. In his moments of tenderness, it’s Diana he sees. Her he’s talking to and touching, kissing, loving. Not me. Not the whore my sister made me, and that is the hardest lesson to learn.
I want him.
I want the tender man who has protective power surrounding him like a force field. To be loved by a man like that would be the best gift ever, and yet I’m merely a carbon copy of the one woman he truly loves. A stop gap until he wins her back. A pale imitation who doesn’t measure up and the fact he pushed me away tells me I’m right, so I retreat and wait for his next step.
“Come.” He shifts me off his lap and grabs my hand and I follow him into the bathroom, thinking I’ve failed somehow.
He points to the bench where I sit meekly waiting for instruction and as he strips off his clothes, I hate that I want him even more.
Domenico Ortega is possibly the most handsome man I have ever met. His dark close-cropped hair frames the most beautiful face I have ever seen on a man. The dark stubble grazing his jaw tells of an alpha male who likes to control and his dark brown eyes glitter with a dominance that is turning me on against my better judgment.
As he tears off his shirt, my eyes feast on a body that appears to be carved from marble. The dark hair mixes with tribal ink and I physically ache to trace a path around every stroke of genius that scripts this man’s body. As he drops his pants, the dark hair that frames his huge cock makes my mouth water and the strong legs that make him stand tall and powerful are in perfect symmetry with the rest of his insanely muscular body.
Who wouldn’t want a man like Domenico Ortega and I’m the fool who has pushed aside his indifference to clamor for just one taste of it? He stated the obvious back in his bedroom. I am his prisoner in every way possible because even if he opened the door wide and told me to leave, I would be thinking up excuses to stay, even though I realize he prefers another.
He turns on the shower and the hot steamy water soon fills the room and I’m surprised when he says abruptly, “Inside.”
He points to the shower, and I need no further invitation to stand under the steaming water and let it bathe me in the only warmth I’m ever likely to get from this man. As the spray hits my body, I close my eyes and try to block him out because he is doing strange things to my heart that I simply can’t cope with right now.
Then, from out of the fog that swirls around the room, I hear a soft, “Let me help you.”
My eyes snap open and I swallow hard because standing before me is a god among men. I’m surprised to see him lathering up his hand and even more surprised when he runs that strong hand over my breasts, causing me to gasp in surprise.
“What are you doing?”
