Page 19 of Trapped In Wonderland

“We’ll see,” she cheekily replies while her fiery gaze freely roams over me.

When it drops to my groin, my cock twitches in response, and the woman smiles like she knows she has me already.

Damn.

I better take control before I lose this game before it even starts.

“What’s your safe word,Amante?” I ask, following protocol.

“I don’t need one,” she confidently tells me. Her voice softens when she adds, “Not with you.”

I can’t help but smile at her words. “You think you have me wrapped around your finger, don’t you?”

“You won’t hurt me.”

My heart expands hearing the trust in her sultry voice.

Struggling to keep a stupid, happy smile off my face, I turn away from her and scan the room. The simple space consists of rattan furniture and bright-color decor. I eye some half shells and sea glasses strewn about on top of the dresser. A blue handmade vase filled with deep pink flowers catches my eyes. Brushing my fingers over the petals, I find them perfect for my plan.

Returning to Kate, I brush the soft petals over the underside of her foot. She gasps at the sensation.

“Does that feel good?”

Kate nods. “Yes.”

I glide the petals along her calf slowly along the inside of her thigh. Avoiding her dripping slit, I circle her labia and she bucks her hips, wanting more of my touch. Glancing at her face, I smirk as she pulls at her restraints. I know exactly what she’s feeling. Everything’s more intense when you’re left vulnerable like this. And I want to bring her as close to the edge as possible.

Kate’s lids droop and a moan escapes her lips as the gentle sensation of the petal builds the tension in her body, and I pull the flower away.

How do you like that, Amante?

Her eyelids flick open. “N…”

She clamps her lips together, catching herself before she protests her displeasure.

“What’s that,Amante?”

“You’re an asshole,” she curses, though the corner of her mouth twitches.

“Now you know how I felt,” I say, watching her squirm, trying to find relief.

“If we’re reenacting that night, let’s play truth or dare,” Kate counters.

I tsk and say, “I don’t think you’re in the position to ask,Amante.”

“Give me at least a truth. Ididsave your cousin’s reputation and, in essence, your sexy ass, too,” she argues.

I pretend to give it a consideration before agreeing. “Fine. One truth.” I cross my arms at my chest, waiting for her question. Her brilliant eyes wash over my person as if she didn’t study it enough when she’d had me on the cross. With every second she admires me, the tighter I feel. “Is there a question?”

“Yes.” Kate innocently smiles. How she can look like an angel being tied up naked is beyond me, but it makes me chuckle. But then her question isn’t innocent at all. “That night, before the door opens. What were you going to ask me?”

I shift on my feet as heat rushes across my face. The question instantly brings up an image that has almost been constant in my head since Núria and I flew back to Spain. I vividly remember how Kate looked kneeling before my erect cock, and I almost begged her to put me out of my misery. I saw it in her eyes. She would’ve taken me between those plump lips of hers to give me release.

Fuck. She doesn’t even have to touch me, and I’m hard for her. Suddenly this game feels silly, when all I really want is to feel her in my arms. I traveled thousands of miles to find her, just soI can find out if she relives that night in her head over and over again, like I do. If I just admit it, she already owns me.

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Kate

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