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I pointed and gave him slow directions because I was stunned. Two million dollars?
He stormed out of the closet, leaving me reeling, until he came back, took my finger, and slid it back on. “You know what that ring means, Aphrodite?”
“I can guess what it means to you. You think it means I do what you say.”
“It means you’re fucking mine. I share you with no one. Not a room full of drooling men. Not one man fantasizing about you. Not. Fucking. One. It’s also a symbol of who you are to me, and who I am to you. You’ll be buried with it. It doesn’t leave your finger.”
“If it does?” I slid the ring up and down my finger, each time getting closer to taking it off. I was poking the jaguar a little, but it was payback for him poking me the night before.
His grin came slow. I took a step back, running into the wall, my hands shooting out to keep purchase. He was advancing on me, and I’d cornered myself. Basically, a repeat of the night before.
“You afraid of needles?”
“Not really.”
“Good. Because you make wearing my ring an issue, my initials will be tattooed on your ring finger.”
I set my hand against his chest, felt his heart pound against my palm, then pushed him back. He didn’t budge. I went to push again when he put his hand over mine and stopped me. He slid his hand underneath my hair and his mouth came over mine.
His tongue reached out, and so did mine.
I’d stopped the electricity between us the night before because of the disgust I felt for what I thought he’d done to my brother.
I couldn’t fight it this time.
My mind agreed with my body, and I freed myself from all constraints.
His body was so hard and so hot. If I was his Aphrodite, he was my Adonis. My hands were addicted to the perfection of what they were exploring. And his tongue? It was no wonder all that Italian charm flowed so freely from it.
It was magical, and I hoped it could transport me out of my head and fully into my body.
Two industrial-sized shelves were on either side of us, filled with all sorts of cleaning supplies and things, and we’d moved between them, just enough space for us to maneuver.
Big took me by the chin and forced my eyes on his. It was the most intense few seconds of my life. It was like we were breathing each other in, and we couldn’t stop.
His face came in closer to mine, and I forced myself to speak.
“You have your work cut out for you, Big.” My voice was breathy and whispered. “My heart has turned the rest of me off from intimacy. That part of me—” I looked down to my crotch and right back up “—is broken.”
His eyes slowly roamed to where I’d looked and then back up. And I almost called myself a liar. It felt like wherever his eyes landed, the blood rushed, and all signs pointed to release.
“Broken?”
“Yeah.” My eyes landed on his lips, and I licked mine. They tasted so good. “Broken.”
“Not broken.” He moved in closer, his mouth coming close to my ear. He nibbled on my lobe. “Waiting for me.” He kissed down my neck, sucking and biting, and I closed my eyes, goosebumps appearing on my skin even though the closet was hot.
His fingers caressed my sides as he made love to my skin with his mouth, and I sank into the feel of him. He lifted my work shirt slowly and set it on the shelf as his eyes took in my breasts in the knock-off lacy bra. His fingers barely brushed over my nipples. I shivered and whimpered.
His eyes rose to meet mine. “A key is specially made for a certain car. You can’t just use any key to start a Bugatti. And you are a masterpiece, Aphrodite. A masterpiece only I have a key for.” His fingertips dipped inside of my shorts and caressed around the band, until he undid them and had me step out of them.
He made a ferocious sound in his throat when he took me in, and I could feel the heat from his body as he took a step closer to me. Sweat dripped down my skin.
My nipples were tightening, and the pulse between my legs was begging to be touched. To be silenced.
He was so fucking right.
He was my key—and suddenly, I needed this. Had been anticipating it.
