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But of course, Paolo isn’t listening to me. He storms all over the room, grumbling a senseless stream of curses, and I can only watch him with a growing heat of worry and desire. I can’t help it, he’s goddamn hot when he’s mad. In the heat of his rage, Paolo kicks a coffee table, breaks a photo frame, and almost knocks over a bookcase when I finally scream loud enough for him to hear me.

“Not the books, you idiot!”

Oh, shit.

Paolo stops next to the bookcase and sharply turns to me, making me freeze like a deer. “So I’m an idiot, huh? Not your fucking cousin who had the audacity to call you…argh, I can’t even say it!”

Wait, is that a compliment? I blink, just staring at him dumbly, and Paolo suddenly walks to me with the same raging fire in his eyes. “That loser wasusingyou for his own fucking ego. He was lying to you all your life, and you bought it. You aren’t even mad at him!”

“Not mad?” I chuckle bitterly and raise my chin to face Paolo with growing anger. “IhateEmilio with all my heart—but loser or not, he was right. No one, ever, has asked me out. The only guy who’s ever talked to me turned out to be your goddamn pawn.”

I don’t even realize what I’m saying until Paolo narrows his eyes into a dangerous squint. “Do you like Thomas?”

“What? No, that’s not what I’m—”

But Paolo interrupts me with a sudden lunge forward, making me gasp and step backward. He grabs my wrists and pushes me with his chest until I end up with my hips pressed to the back of his couch and my hands pinned against it. Paolo doesn’t hold back; his whole body is pressed to mine, his breath is on my face, and the heat of his arousal makes me bite my lip and close my eyes.

Oh god, why is my body so damn weak for him?

“He’s never gonna get you, understand?” Paolo whispers into my ear, grasping my wrists tighter, and it sends a jolt of desire through me. “You are mine, Jacinta, and only I can do whatever I want with you.”

“I’m not your damn toy,” I try to protest and even get out of his grip, but Paolo only chuckles and pushes my hands behind my back until they’re crossed.

“Oh, you are, princess.”

Before I can say anything, he dives forward and catches my lips in a forced kiss. I try to shake my head and get away from it—but I don’t use even half of my strength. I can’t escape the kiss because I enjoy it. The weight of Paolo’s body against mine, the strong grip of his hands, and the confidence with which he kisses me send a wave of wicked pleasure through my veins.

I know it must be sick, but I like it—and I can feel that Paolo likes it too.

His erection grows stronger whenever I try to weave my wrists out of his grip, and when I try to hum into his lips, he shivers and presses closer to me. God, it feels so good that my mind quickly turns fuzzy, and I can’t help but whimper into Paolo’s mouth when he deepens the kiss. He doesn’t give me a single second to take over, and I yield to him, parting my lips and allowing his tongue to dive inside.

I feel his body tensing up against mine, his arms tightening their hold around me, and his hips pressing closer into me, looking for friction. Paolo’s body is betraying his pleasure, but I like it, and when he readjusts his grip to hold both of my wrists with one hand, I let him do it.

I could easily push him away now, but why would I?

“You like it,” Paolo breathes into my lips, and yes,yes, I do—but I look into his eyes with a hazy gaze and scoff into his face.

“Do you think so?”

Despite the chuckle that follows my words, the look in Paolo’s eyes immediately shifts into something darker. “So our little princess learned how to tease, huh?”

I swallow and bite my lip, barely hiding the excited thrum that runs under my skin. His voice doesn’t promise anything good—and at the same time, it promises so much more.

“But you should know that it comes with consequences.”

Before I know it, Paolo grabs my shoulder and forces me to turn around, still holding my wrists with his other hand. I only have enough time to grasp the situation and let out a yelp before he grabs my neck and shoves me down over the back of the couch. My forehead presses against the pillow of the couch, my soles rise above the floor, pushing me on my tiptoes, and I feel completely powerless and so damn hot.

“I bet you like it better.” Paolo chuckles and slaps my butt with a sense of ownership, and I have to bite my lip to bite back a sigh of pleasure.

God, why is this asshole so good at reading me? But I can’t give up so easily, so I demonstratively huff with annoyance and try to push back, but I only end up with my butt rubbing against him. The strength of his erection is so clear now, and I can’t help a muffled hum as I remember what it’s like to have it inside.

“Looks like my princess wants a treat,” Paolo murmurs and teasingly rubs himself against me, making me tremble with a wave of desire. And who’s a tease now?

“Why don’t you do it already?” I snap back, heavily breathing into the pillow, but Paolo only pats my hips.

“You have to earn it.”

Goddamnit. I shut my eyes. Does he want me to beg him again? Hell no, not this time.

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