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I pursed my lips around my finger, watching her intently while I sucked the sauce off. It was hard to keep a straight face because it tasted incredible.

Her hazel eyes flickered with unvoiced giggles and made my skin prickle with goosebumps. Her silent opposition pitched a fire in my stomach. I wanted her to bow, and while it was not the time, it would feel so much better when she did of her own volition.

At the same time, I hated how my body reacted to her. It made me realize I could just as easily be the puppet and not the master in our little game.

She was laughing at me right in my face. It frustrated me and made me horny all at once. I wanted nothing less for her to resist me as much as I wished for her to yield. She had no idea how much I loved pulling the strings on her so tight, to make her lose that smile and watch her surrender. But man, she didn’t bounce back, and that was what made me tick the most.

I slipped my finger into her waistband and pulled her against me. To keep herself upright, her fingernails clawed my skin through my shirt. I resisted the groan bottling in my throat. She tore me up inside. Hate and lust, it wasn’t a combination I’d ever come across.

I leaned in and placed my lips against her ear, whispering a hollow threat, “Don’t think that because I had my hand down your panties earlier, it has made us friends.”

She opened her mouth, probably wanting to toss back some witty comeback. But I made it a habit to shut her up right in time—to be that one step ahead—so I shoved her against the kitchen counter.

A spoon dropped, splattering cabinets with droplets of sauce. She whimpered a sound of protest, to which my balls fucking tingled again.

I crowded her, looming my body over hers. My crotch hit her lower belly, pressing into her with my semi.

“Those sounds get me hard, D.” I breathed in her scent before I walked backwards, inviting some space in between us. “Can’t wait to hear them once I have you underneath me again.”

I snickered when I bolted upstairs and an angry growl echoed through the house.

Our rivalry had just begun. The sweetness of her different layers was served to me, and until now I had no clue if it was her fear or backbone that tasted better.

13

DITA

“Jesus, if I die now, I’d die happy.” Rio picked up his plate and licked up the remnants.

I smiled, placing a hand over my heart. “Thank you.” Directing my gaze to Ares, I taunted, “And I have to stress again that I didn’t poison anyone tonight.”

Ares sighed heavily as he shoved his chair back and crossed his tattooed arms. I bet if I peeked underneath the table, I’d see his legs opened wide like a true alpha male. Maybe a tapping foot. It surprised me he wasn’t showing his teeth when he ripped the piece of chicken off his fork.

The look he gave me during the entire dinner was something in between exasperation and hunger. I wasn’t talking about the food. He’d devoured two plates full of rice, vegetables, and the sauce he’d degraded earlier by stirring his finger in. I’d almost burst out laughing thinking about that.

Blinded by his own capabilities, he was kidding himself if he thought he was invincible. He intimidated the shit out of me, but then moments like those in the kitchen earlier made him lose focus. The tendons in his neck had stood out in exertion while steam bellowed out of his ears as he touched the boiling hot sauce.

He was only human.

An asshole.

A fool.

Like everyone else once in their lifetime.

Rio’s plate clattered onto the marble table. He sat back, patting his belly with satisfaction. “Where did you learn how to cook like that, Chica?”

“My dad’s mother,” I told him, playing with my fork while I fondly remembered her preparing this exact meal. “She’s the one who introduced me to the Cuban cuisine. Dad didn’t really care about teaching me anything about our culture.”

I was vulnerable. I didn’t really like it. But I’d spilled it before I realized it.

“I heard you chat with your mom,”—Rio paused when Ares grunted as if he agreed—“but you have never even mentioned your dad.”

“He and I don’t talk,” I silently told them before I started cleaning up. I rarely talked about it because one, no one had ever asked me about it. And two, it still hurt to admit that my dad wasn’t interested in having me as his daughter.

“No daddy’s little girl?” Ares interjected. “Shame.”

My heart stuttered. I could have elaborated, but instead I cleared off the table just so I wouldn’t have to explain myself.

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