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Slapping my palms against his chest, I push him out of my way as I storm out of the bathroom. I’ve barely opened the bedroom door when it’s slammed shut. He traps me against it, his body pressed to my back, his arms flanking me.
“Let me go!” I demand over my shoulder, unable to move much more beyond that.
He leans in, his warm breath fanning my ear. “Perdoname, princesa.”Forgive me, princess. “I’m thependejowho’s not accustomed to having company up here. I wouldn’t have been able to forgive myself if I’d hurt you.”
“You’re the one who invited me.”
“Did I?” His voice is a mere whisper; however, its deep timbre still reverberates through me.
“Yes. You said if I wanted it, to come and take it.”
Chuckling, he pushes away from me, and I spin to face him. He licks his lower lip as his gaze takes me in, and I’m suddenly aware that in my haste to get here, I didn’t put anything on over my spaghetti strap shirt and shorts.
As if they’re aware they’re being watched, my nipples harden and poke through the thin material. I cross my arms over my chest and he smiles.
“Do you normally greet guests with knives to the throat?” I ask with annoyance.
“Only the pretty ones.” I spin and try to leave again, but once more, he stops me. Laughter fills my ear even as I absorb his heat. “You have the temper of a cat to match your beautiful green eyes. I like it.”
“Let me go or you’ll like it a lot less.”
He runs his palm down my arm to the hand that’s still grasping the knob. “I never have guests up here, Sonia. Much less, women.”
I allow him to pull me away from the door and turn me to him. He brings his fingers under my chin and tilts my face to his. “So you’re here because you want it.”
My lips part on a breath from his stare alone. All the anger gone now, all that’s left is hunger.
“Yes,” I admit.
He pushes my long hair away from my cheeks, allowing his fingertips to graze down my neck to my shoulder, where he pauses, seemingly fascinated with the strap of my shirt.
“I will give you anything you want,princesa. On one condition.”
“What?” I gasp when he moves those fingers to trace my décolletage.
“You tell me exactly what it is you want.” He grins devilishly as his eyes lift to mine.
I frown, understanding exactly what he wants me to do but unable to help repeating my question, “What?”
“What do you want, Sonia?”
“You know what I want. Why else would I have come here in the middle of the night?”
“I want to hear it,” he insists.
“Why?”
Dropping his voice several octaves, he growls, “Because it makes my dick twitch when I think about you asking me to fuck you.”
“Must you be so crude?” I say breathlessly, trying to play off how much hearing him say that turns me on.
“Yes.” Before I can react, he grabs the back of my head and pulls me to him.
His mouth crashes against mine in a kiss that doesn’t bother with nice and polite. It’s raw, aggressive, and demanding. He tastes of tequila and sin. Spice and lust.
It burns through me, igniting every one of my senses as he slides his tongue inside. He fists my hair painfully, tugging it until I’m forced to break the kiss as my head is pulled back, exposing my throat.
“Ask me,” he orders and licks me right over the spot where my vein is pulsing as wildly as my heart. The spot that, minutes earlier, he held a blade to. “Tell me what you want.”
