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“Such as?” I piqued her interest. That was my in.
“I’m thinking about a life-size portrait of myself.”
“My idea of a nightmare,” she mumbled.
“With Sterling standing above my seated figure, holding one of her novels.”
She bit her lower lip, stifling a smile. “You’re not funny, Senator.”
“That may be, but I’ll have plenty of time to find your brand of humor. Hands above your head, Nem.”
She turned her head to look at me, her eyes two pools of misery. Misery I created, adding drops of it every single day I kept her here.
I didn’t look away.
I faced the result of my sins.
“I’m still sore.” She was first to break the eye contact, looking down.
“I know,” I whispered. “I’m asking you to trust me.”
“Why should I trust you?”
“Because if you stop trusting, you’ll end up like me, and that’s a miserable existence.”
Hesitantly, she curled her fingers around the edge of the headboard. My heart squeezed at the implication of her obedience. She wore the same simple, pastel lilac nightgown that she’d covered herself with yesterday. It rode up her smooth, milky white thighs.
I dragged my hand from my knee to her inner thigh, massaging the sensitive area for a few minutes, loosening her bundled muscles.
At first, she was as stiff as a stone, but when I moved to the other thigh and she realized I wasn’t going to go anywhere north without her permission, she began to relax under my hands.
“I won’t hurt you,” I assured her, sliding her underwear gently down her thighs, “in the bedroom,” I finished.
“You did yesterday,” she pointed out.
“And I apologize for that. From here on out, I’ll make sure it will always be good for you.”
“You said you don’t care about making it good for women.”
I said those words before I nearly raped you.
Not that I actually did in the eyes of the dry law.
She asked for it. She begged for it. Got down on her knees for it. But it was to prove a point.
We both knew she didn’t enjoy it.
We both knew I took something from her I did not deserve.
Her eyes met mine as I spread her thighs, sliding my thumbs toward her slit and rubbing circles in the sensitive area near her groin.
I did not bow down to anyone, much less a Rossi. But I wasn’t bowing down to Nemesis, I was merely making my own point.
That sex was great, if done right, and if both participants were on the same wavelength.
“Don’t move your hands,” I ordered, my voice hardening with lust.
I saw her chest rising and falling in a mix of anticipation and fear. I could work with that. Her legs quivered with adrenaline before I even laid my tongue on her.
