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His eyes flicker with dangerous sparks as he snatches my wrist and sucks a drop of caramel from my skin before tasting the custard.
I feel his mouth on my flesh, long after it’s gone, and the heat filters through me until I’m almost panting.
Without warning, Antonio pulls me into his lap. “It’s easier to enjoy you from here,” he murmurs, lifting a glass to my lips.
I don’t resist. Not him. Not the sweet, fortified wine. None of it—and I’m afraid this isn’t part of some scheme I’ve concocted but what my body wants—and maybe my heart too.
He takes a sip from the glass after I’ve had my fill.
“It’s your turn again,Princesa,” he says in a voice so husky, so rough, it makes me hope that my turn will hold something besides a spoonful of silky custard and a sip of Port. Something not so sweet, but intoxicating. Something forbidden.
His lips brush mine, and I relax into the gentle sensation, my body melting into his. When I’m boneless, he takes my bottom lip between his teeth, nipping and tugging before letting go.
“Ahh,”I gasp, tingling from my breasts to my core.
My eyelashes flutter closed as my face tips upward, drawn to him like the warm sun.
“Princesa,” he groans, before his mouth crushes mine, swallowing the gasps as they spill from my throat. His tongue explores, unrestrained, demanding, and skillful.
I’m lost in sensation so potent, so visceral that I’m struggling to even breathe.
As I fight to remain afloat—to remain present—his rich, masculine scent rouses something primitive. Something foreign. Something almost unspeakable. But I don’t let shame drown me. Instead, I inch my palms across his shoulders, and enjoy the hard muscle under my fingers.
The kiss goes on, and on, and on, luring me deeper and deeper into his spell.
I want him.I’ve always wanted him.
He slides his large hands over me, petting and teasing, until I’m light-headed and needy.So needy.
For long, dangerous moments, I forget that sex is part of a plan to help Isabel and Valentina. I forget that I’m his prisoner. I know nothing but his mouth and his hands—and the way he uses them to make me feel things that I’ve read about only in books.
Antonio threads his fingers through my hair, pushing it off my face. “Your skin is flushed. So gorgeous.” He lowers his mouth, and I pull his head down, leaving him with no doubt about what I want.
He cups my breast, his thumb circling the nipple through my thin blouse. The pace is maddeningly slow, unrushed by my desperate whimpers.
The kiss deepens, consuming any remaining good sense.Consuming me.
I shift on his lap, and he grunts, pulling his head back and cupping my ass with a strong hand.
“You’re tempting, Daniela.Sotempting. I need to taste you. I want to lick your sweet pussy.” He slides his hand deeper into my hair, tugging my head back. “Would you like that,Princesa?”
The moan caught in my throat reminds me that sex is all I have left to barter with—all I have left to advance my plan.
I can’t squander this moment—I can’t.But I’m not sure how to proceed. Do I want to make a trade now, or use sex to build trust?I can’t think clearly with his mouth and hands on me.
“I think you’d like my mouth on your pussy,” he murmurs when I don’t respond.
Once I give him what he wants, there’s nothing left to trade.
What do I want?
I can’t force myself to even think about it. I’ll never be able to look in the mirror again if I admit the truth. It doesn’t matter how bad I want his kisses. Or his touch. Or how much I want him to taste me. Nothing matters but—
“What do you want?” he murmurs, his warm breath against my ear.
He’s coaxing me to tell him what my body needs. He wants me to talk dirty.Doesn’t he?“I-I-I don’t know,” I confess in a shaky breath.
Antonio pulls back, his hands still threaded through my hair. “Don’t lie to me.” His voice is still blanketed in lust, but there’s a harsh edge now. And his gaze is ruthless.
