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She presses her lips together, and when I coat my hand and cock with the cum that I release, she closes her eyes.
Startling at her reaction, I reach out to push a strand of hair from her face and let out a moan as my cock throbs even more. “Open your eyes, Isla.” She obeys, continuing to watch me as she gazes at me with hooded eyes. This is so fucking hot, the way she’s looking at me like I’m a god who is tempting her. The way she’s the siren who has lured me here with her sensual kisses and made me hard like steel. Her gaze does things to me that no one else ever has. She does things that make me feel alive again in ways nobody else can.
“Do you enjoy being the one to see me come undone?” I murmur.
She breathes heavily but doesn’t say anything.
After a few seconds, she stumbles back and opens the door, rushing from the room, fleeing whatever feelings overcame her in this moment. Gideon is going to have a fight on his hands if he doesn’t allow me to take her. If I hadn’t already been pulled into her web, I would be now after this encounter. She has shown me something about myself tonight. My soul runs deeper than I imagined, and right now, it is twisting its way around Isla’s, drawing her to me even though she is running. She won’t be able to stop herself from returning.
40
ISLA
Scurrying away from Dante’s room like a rat being chased by a cat, I turn the corner in the hallway and then stop, pressing against the wall as I catch my breath.
I don’t know what I expected by going to his room to be hospitable, but it wasn’t that.
“Isla.”
I look up as Gideon approaches me, concern etched on his face.
“Why aren’t you in your room?”
“I wanted some cocoa and thought I’d offer some to the rest of your guests.”
His eyes narrow. “Did you speak to either of them?”
“Just Dante. He didn’t want any.”
Cocoa, that is.
He was quite up for something else entirely. And what the fuck is it about cocoa that is so arousing, anyway? I swear, I need to stop making it before I wind up in trouble.
“Hmm.”
Hmm?What does that mean exactly?
“Do you want some?”
“Some what?”
“Cocoa,” I practically breathe as my voice box has gone numb.
He shakes his head. “What I want is for you to go back to your room and stay there like I keep telling you to.”
“Sure,” I murmur and straighten up.
I wonder if he knows I’ve kissed his rival. Do my lips tell a story that I can’t see?
Wiping my hand guiltily on my jeans, I smile and wait for him to move out of my way. When he doesn’t, I falter.
“Isla, please do as I ask. These men are not the sort you should be offering cocoa to. I know you are trying to play the good hostess, but they will eat you alive. Please. I need you safe.”
“Maybe I want to be eaten,” I blurt out as my cheeks flush.
He raises an eyebrow and snickers. “You are a wicked and enigmatic woman, Isla Harding. You keep me on my toes.”
“Isn’t that what you like, though?” I don’t know who I think I am to presume anything about him, but he strikes me as the type who would get bored easily with a docile, do-as-he-asks woman. More and more, I want to behisand yet, my fear that he will find me dull once the novelty has worn off is crippling. He is sexy, sophisticated, a complete mystery and a little bit unhinged. It all boils down to an attraction level that is through the roof. His attention is going to my head, and I need to pull back or find myself falling down the rabbit hole with this man who has turned my head completely around and somehow, without even really trying, has wrapped his soul around mine. There is so much I don’t want to admit to myself. Not yet.
