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He said he did not negotiate, yet he absolutely did.
With me.
“Are you afraid to actually feel something if you touch me?” I taunted. “Your walls of icebergs are thawing, Senator.”
“Ten seconds to decide, Nemesis.”
“You already know the answer.”
“Say it. Eight.”
I smiled, though inside, I was crumbling. He was going to take my virginity and by force.
He thought I was already compromised, and to prove how wrong he was, I needed to let him hurt me the way it hurt him to see me with another man.
I knew what it looked like. Angelo did touch me. He did lean against me. He did trace my hair with his fingers. Moved his thumb across my lips.
And then he snuck out of a room after having sex with someone else while I was MIA.
The evidence was there, stacked against me.
“Five.”
“Try not to fall in love with me.” I opened my thighs.
“Francesca. Three.”
“It will be a terrible inconvenience, il mio amore. To love the wife you took in vengeance.”
“One.”
“Stay,” I snapped, loud and clear.
He advanced toward me and pulled me down by my waist so I was lying underneath him. I sucked in a breath as he put his hand on my neck and scooted up, caging me with his knees locking my thighs, still fully dressed.
“Open my zipper.”
I couldn’t breathe, let alone work his zipper. So I just stared at him, hoping he would not misread my shock as defiance.
But he did.
Of course, he did.
With a growl, he unzipped himself and pushed down his pants. I didn’t dare glance down and see what was waiting for me.
My heart pounded so fast and hard I thought I was going to puke. I quickly assembled all the information I had on lovemaking and decided that I’d be okay.
I was aroused, wet where I needed to be, and in the hands of the most desirable man in Chicago.
With his pants around his knees, he slid one finger into me, his face void of emotion.
I inhaled and tried to look calm even when the tears slammed into the back of my eyeballs again. It hurt. I wasn’t sure what hurt more, the physical discomfort or the way he looked past me as though I was nothing but a body.
The same way he had stared at Kristen.
He popped his finger into his mouth and sucked on it, expressionless, then dipped his finger into me again, retrieved my arousal, and pushed it between my own lips.
I was forced to taste myself. Musky and sweet. I flushed red, my nipples puckering, so sensitive I wanted to rub them against his hard chest.
