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“So what? You’re a mind reader now?”
“Maybe… I certainly have my guesses.” He grinned.
“I’m sure you do, but I shouldn’t even be here.”
“Then go,” he demanded against my rosy cheek. “I’m not your little friend, Gemma… I’m your reckoning. And as soon as you accept that, the sooner we can get to work.”
“What? Am I some project to you?”
“My biggest one yet… and my life depends on it.” He stopped my legs from closing, pushing them apart with the strong sweep of his own sturdy boot. The way his heel dug into the ground sent a trickle of hot, sticky sweat down my thigh. “You’re so shy around me. Is it because of how direct I am?” he asked.
I tucked my chin toward my shoulder.
“Use your words, good girl,” he instructed, biting softly, clamping onto the soft skin at the bottom of my jaw.
The elevator beeped loudly, filling me with insurmountable hesitation.
“No.” I finally exhaled, centered by the tease of his citrus scent.
“Is it because I want to fuck you?”
“Partly,” I admitted.
“And what if I wanted to use you up? To make you my plaything? To make that pink, little pussy of yours drool with cum? Would it make those cheeks of yours red?”
God, he was so hard, the tip of his cock indistinguishable between the buckle of his belt. I couldn’t even reply, alarmed by how stiff his shaft felt against the silk-covered shield of my belly.
“Maybe.” I wet my lips, my nipples pebbling through my bra and dress, hard at his words, eager to be sucked.
“Maybeisn’t what I’m looking for. But I’m getting closer.” His day-old stubble brushed against my skin, his voice even keeled, like the urgency had left.
“How do I know I can be safe with you?” I asked, uncertain of everything that was said at the bar, of the person who chained my arms above my head. Alejandro didn’t skip a beat.
“You can’t. In fact, you’re not safe, because the person you are is a shell to who you can be. I want what’s beneath.” He said to the plate of my chest, his lips kissing, mapping its direction straight to my mouth. I shut my eyes.
“You think you know me, but I don’t even know myself,” I moaned as he freed a hand, carefully lifting my dress past my thighs.
He had to keep me from falling, from my knees bending into a position where I’d face his erection, where I’d have no choice but be both victim and servant to his pleasure.
“I know enough, I know whether I’m hot or cold… and I’ll know what I need to right now, just with this,” my mouth propped open, coaxed by the smear of my imperial, pink lipstick from his thumb. “Gemma…” he bit out. “Tell me you’re mine. I need to hear you say it.”
I wanted to scream.
Squirm.
Die.
He stole my breath, teasing at the possibility of a new definition of us. It was all too promising, a reality where I could be free from myself and my past. I had to pull myself away, my head turned as Alejandro’s intoxicating charm shattered my confidence. He figured me out.
“There it is…” he admired. “The look I need.”
“Of what?” I begged, not knowing what to say.
“The door to you. Those eyes, that fear. You’d rather be fucked like a toy than be fully seen, but maybe one is required before the other.”
“That can’t be true.” My teeth rattled, a new sense of cold made me feel completely exposed, entirely read. He was right, I was petrified, and the more I tried to rationalize it, the more complex it felt. It made me want to run, but to also stay, to both beg for mercy and punishment, to be smashed like the jar I felt stuck inside of.
“It’s more truth than you’re willing to admit. It’s a big feeling… but maybe, you’re just a little girl.” He teased, his blood-filled erection burning my entire body with how hard he pressed it against me. I lowered my hands behind his neck, a brace to hold onto.
