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“Caring for you.”
“Why?”
I’m a little taken aback by this because nobody has cared for me in a very long time and the tears burn as I struggle to deal with this situation.
His voice is low and sexy as he massages the soap into my skin. “I want you to feel safe with me. To push away your fear and dispose of any embarrassment.”
“Why?” I gasp as he moves lower, the simple act so sensuous I never want it to end.
“Because you’re mine, Flora. You don’t realize what you did when you walked through my door. When I saw you fighting Senator Billings and when you gazed into my eyes for the first time. I felt it and that’s a huge problem for you because until you fall in love with me, you will never be free.”
Any sane person would be thinking up ways to escape an obvious madman, but I’m fast realizing where it concerns Domenico Ortega, I have stepped into insanity. It’s obvious he’s confusing me with Diana, and that makes me sadder than I expected.
As he gently rubs the soap into my skin, I am conflicted. On the one hand I’m loving his attention, every delicious second of it but on the other, I accept it’s Diana standing forefront in his mind and I’m the imposter who is hiding behind her, desperate to experience a little of what it’s like when a man wants a woman, helllovesa woman because this touch is pure love.
He spins me around and carries on soaping my back, his strong fingers running around my neck, reminding me how fragile my life is at his hands. With one swift move, those strong arms could break me. Slide around my neck and snap it in two. Then again, that would be the easy way out of madness because the damage he is inflicting on my heart is far more devastating, especially when whatever this is ends and I’m no longer required. I’m not sure I’ll ever get over my encounter with him and will probably be banging on that convent door and begging them to throw away the key.
It almost makes me jump when soft lips burn against my skin as he kisses the back of my neck and his strong arms fold around me, his large hand splaying out across my abdomen as he pulls me in hard against his body, his huge cock pressing against my ass.
The water rains down on us both as he sucks gently at my skin, causing a soft moan to escape and get swallowed up by the noise from the jets of water crying a river around me.
I hold my breath because I don’t want to give him any cause to stop and as he dips his hand lower and gently teases my clit, I moan again as my legs part voluntarily, desperate for more.
I arch back against him and shiver when his finger enters me, pushing in deep and searching for my G spot. I push down hard, desperate for more as he continues to kiss my neck and invade me inside with just one finger, making me ache for the whole of him. It’s almost unbearable as he continues to tease and torture me in the most delightful way, and I wonder why he is doing this at all. He could have fucked me by now; we both know that, but for some reason, he is dragging out the inevitable and I’m not certain why.
“Do you like this, baby girl?” He whispers against my ear, and I nod, saying huskily, “Yes.”
His low laugh confuses me a little and I almost groan with disappointment when he withdraws his finger and says with some satisfaction. “Good. When you’re finished, I’ll be waiting in the bedroom. Make the most of the time you have alone. There won’t be a lot of that all the time I’m around.”
As he makes to leave, I blurt out, “Why are you doing this?”
A low chuckle is his answer as he steps from the shower, grabbing a towel and tying it around his waist. “I told you, Flora. You need to learn to trust and feel safe with me.”
He flashes a wicked grin in my direction as he leaves the bathroom and I watch him go with a thumping heart.Feel safe with him. That statement almost makes me laugh because how can I ever feel safe with a man who could ruin my life the moment he gets bored and sends me back to hell?
CHAPTER24
DOM
I’m not sure when I became Prince fucking Charming, but it’s not sitting well with me. It’s fucking torture because more than anything I have a primal need to be inside Flora and stay there. Just imagining how delicious that would be makes me groan and rub my cock through the towel, knowing I would probably embarrass myself and come as soon as I make it inside.
I briefly wonder whether to head to my club and fuck a whore to take away the edge, but I already know that will never happen. Not all the time Flora is here, waiting for my next move and probably wondering how she got so unlucky.
I can tell she wants me, desires me and is confused by my hesitation. I also know she thinks I’m in love with her sister. I see it in her eyes, and she couldn’t be more wrong. Ihateher sister. Detest her and want to end her life, but in bringing Diana down I am using her own flesh and blood against her.
What started out as revenge has turned into something I wasn’t expecting, and I am trying so hard to play this situation the right way. To make Flora fall in love with me because everything I desired in her sister is what Flora has in abundance, with none of the vitriol.
I had to remove myself from the situation for my own sanity and as I sit on the bed, I reach for my phone that has lit up on the bedside table.
There’s a simple message from Pasquale that immediately commands my attention.
You have a visitor.
I waste no time in calling him and he answers almost immediately.
“Sir.”
“Who is it?” I growl, irritated that I’m even having this conversation.
