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“You’ll be the most stunning woman there, dulzura,” Mateo murmured against my skin, lips skimming over my collarbone.
He nipped at my shoulder, and I squirmed, not quite trying to evade him. One of his big hands grasped my hip, squeezing hard enough to draw a gasp from my chest. His other tangled in my hair, fisting the glossy curls. He tugged my head back sharply, granting him better access to my neck. His low growl rolled over my flesh, making me shiver.
“Don’t fight me,” he warned, a dark edge to his deep, rumbling voice. “Once we leave this suite, I won’t get to touch you for hours. I’m going to taste every inch of you before then. I’m going to mark you so that everyone knows you’re mine. You’ll feel me between your legs with every step you take on the dance floor tonight.”
“Mark me?” I asked, too low and sultry. “But everyone will see—”
“I want them to see.” His teeth sank into the tender spot where my neck met my shoulder.
Pain flared, making me cry out. But pleasure pulsed between my legs. I’d always been helpless to resist the allure of his dominance, his uncompromising ownership of my entire being.
Instead of pushing him away, my fingers curved into his broad shoulders, my nails digging in as I clutched him impossibly closer.
He released me from his bite and pressed a tender kiss over the throbbing mark. “Good girl.”
I shuddered at the words. They flowed over my skin like honey, warming me from the spot he’d bitten all the way to my fingers and toes.
“I love you,” I breathed, my hand moving to the back of his neck so that I could pull his face to mine.
He could’ve easily resisted my much weaker efforts if he’d wanted to, but his lips crashed against mine. He took his time, claiming me with teeth and tongue until I was dizzy and breathless.
I might be helpless to resist him, but this powerful man was vulnerable with me in a way he’d never be with another. He lived a life of violence and brutality, but he would never let that ugliness touch me. He would never handle me with anything other than fierce reverence.
“And I love you, Sofia,” he swore. “You’re mine.”
“Yes,” I pledged. “All yours.”
“So, you’ll be a good girl and do as I say.” He pulled back just far enough that his dark eyes stared down into my soul, the inky depths swallowing me whole. I would happily drown in him.
I nodded in wordless agreement, my swollen lips parted on little panting breaths.
His head canted to the side, his square jaw anvil-hard beneath his close-cropped black beard. A shiver of pleasurable trepidation raced over my skin, desire building at my core in response to that domineering stare.
Despite his hard expression, his calloused fingertips were as gentle as a tender kiss as he traced the line of my cheekbone, memorizing the shape of my face. His strong hand was still firm on my hip, pinning me against the wall, but his other trailed over my features as carefully as though I was made of porcelain.
It had always been this way between us, ever since he’d taken me as his hostage and caged me in his home. The power play between Adrián and my father that had led to my kidnapping was long over. That had been nearly three years ago, but Mateo had never let me go.
I never wanted to be free of his covetous embrace. He’d saved me in so many ways, and I would never allow us to be parted any more than he would release me. I’d given Mateo my heart. In return, he had entrusted me with his.
And my body…he’d owned that long before I’d fallen for him utterly and completely. I’d never been able to resist his allure, and what had started as a girlish crush had only been magnified when he’d kidnapped me. I should’ve been repulsed and horrified, but he’d always known exactly how to handle me to make me melt.
Now, I was more vulnerable to his skillful touch than ever. I reveled in it, abandoning my pride and protests. I gave myself to him fully, just as he gave his entire soul to me, trusting in my love and devotion.
I alone had the power to break this impossibly strong man, but I would keep him safe at any cost. Just as he would always protect me. He would kill for me. I knew that from firsthand experience.
The brutal, merciless hands that’d once been coated in the blood of his enemies now roved over my body, ripping at my clothes with a ferocity that would’ve alarmed me if I didn’t trust him so implicitly.
Heat bloomed beneath the surface of my skin, fire coursing through my veins. I kissed him in a frenzy as he stripped me like a man possessed, tearing away my pretty summer dress and destroying my white lace underwear. I frantically tugged at his fitted black t-shirt, wishing I could bare him as easily as he exposed me. My mouth watered at the feel of his bulky muscles flexing beneath my fingers, his abs rippling as I raked my nails along his taut stomach.
Once I managed to strip off his shirt, I fumbled at his belt. Already, my pussy was slick and wet for him, my core throbbing with need.
His thick fingers encircled my wrists, capturing them like iron manacles. I whined into his mouth and jerked against his hold, desperate to get to his cock. His answering growl—half warning, half lust—vibrated against my stroking tongue.
Suddenly, he tore his lips from mine, and his hands bracketed my waist. He lifted me as easily as through I were a doll, tossing me over his shoulder so that he could carry me to the massive four poster bed. His grip on my upper thigh was tight and possessive, his thumb dipping between my legs to tease at my core. He hummed his approval at the wet arousal that coated his finger.
I squirmed in an attempt to rub against his thumb, but the world tilted. I dropped onto the soft mattress, and a delighted, giddy giggle bubbled from my chest.
The grin he shot me was equally intoxicated and more than a little savage. He loomed over me like my own personal, powerful god, his muscular body intimidating in all the right ways. He could do anything he wanted to me, and I would be helpless to resist.
