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“Look at me.”
I shove harder but he’s like a mountain. Resolute and relentless.
“I said, look. At. Me.”
The force and plea in his words have me obeying him before I can stop myself.
“I lied, kitten. I don’t date nor have I spent time with any woman in the past. Period. I especially don’t spoil them and the most they get from me are orgasms before I’m out of their lives.” His voice is raw and eyes peering down to the broken girl inside me, he cups my cheek. “Ever since you crashed into my life with your fierceness and sass, I’ve done everything except what I used to do. Because when I’m around you, no one else exists for me. And when I’m without you, you’re the only one I ache to see.”
Is it possible for your heart to soar and beat out of your chest? Because mine will at any second if he continues to hold and stare at me like the world around us is nothing but smoke and I’m his center.
Who would have thought this man would evoke hope inside me?
Make me wish for a dream that felt so far-fetched? And until yesterday, terrified.
“Dash,” I whisper.
His thumb silences my lips. “Until the day our arrangement lasts, you’re my woman and I’m going to worship you like you deserve. When this ends, I’ll be out of your life once again. The only difference is, I won’t be your one and only regret.”
Chapter Thirty
BIANCA
I let him buy the beautiful ring, but it’s not like I would’ve been able to stop him.
Especially after his confession. It’s replaying on a constant loop in my head and the words sink into my skin with deeper clarity with each second that passes. Had it been any other man, I would’ve ran for the hills from even that small touch of intimacy. Instead, I feel free and content, not suffocated.
Perhaps it’s because he said he’ll let me go, like he knew I needed that assurance. Except, my reaction to it was odd and something I’m not ready to face or admit just yet.
Throughout the entire ride back to the suite, I kept stealing glances at my hand as the shiny diamond blinks against the soft sunlight. We sit on the opposite ends of the back seat again but without the iciness and gloominess. Instead, a low pulsing tension is simmering in the air between us, charged with all-consuming lust because of the unforgettable non-kiss.
The memory of his lips, like a ghost against mine.
Just how will it feel if he actually kissed me? Will he be aggressive and dominant as he is every time we’ve come close to fucking? Or will he be soft and teasing?
I don’t know which excites me more.
I shiver when calloused fingers caress my forearm, pulling me from my musings. Frowning, I notice our car has stopped but we’re not outside the hotel. Hundreds of tourists surround us as they walk the vibrant and aristocratic street of Paris along the Seine while the Eiffel Tower stands tall along the bank.
Never have I seen utter beauty so close. I really hope we have time to visit the Eiffel Tower.
“A little sightseeing, then we’ll go back,” says Dash. I grab the door handle to step out when his voice halts me. “Wait.”
He elegantly steps out first, followed by the sexy move of buttoning his suit jacket the moment he stands tall, before rounding the car to my side. Our chests brush when he helps me out with my hand braced in his and I inhale sharply, his smoky scent drugging me. My left hand instinctively lands on his chest as I find my balance and we both look at the ring at the same time.
His mark of ownership.
It feels surreal and dreamy.
My sharp intake of breath is audible while his grip around my waist tightens, sending a shiver racing down my spine. I tilt my head and I’m struck by the savage possessiveness darkening his features. The dark lust lurking in the depths of his beautiful eyes. The shutting of the door breaks us apart and I put some space between us until it’s not just him I’m breathing.
“I’ll bring the car around when you’re ready to leave, Mr. Stern,” informs the driver before disappearing into the crowd.
“You wanna walk or eat first, kitten?” Dash asks, tucking me into his side with his arm around mine. It only feels natural as I lift my right hand and interlace our fingers together.
Both of us, aware of the intimacy yet we don’t pull away.
“I want to roam around a bit,” I answer.
