Page 91 of Hearts Of Darkness

“Insatiable for you only,Señor Santiago.”

He crashes his lips against mine in a kiss so passionate it draws tears to my eyes. “When Emilio is dead,mi alma, I will buy you a thousand mansions to decorate to your heart’s desire.”

“Don’t say that,” I whisper. “That’s the one condition ofus, Dante—we never discuss the future. It’s too ambiguous. We have no way of knowing what it holds in store.”

“Can a man not dream? Or am I too far gone for that?”

Only time will tell, my devil.

“Do you really hate my dress?”

His expression darkens. “Yes.” And before I can stop him, he’s dragged the zipper down and ripped it over my head. “There, much better. And don’t change the subject.”

I glance down at my bare breasts. My skin is still glistening with beads of sweat. “Fine,” I say with a shrug, “I’ll just wear panties and high heels next time I go clubbing.”

A low hiss escapes his lips as he slides his palms underneath my ass and rises to his feet, lifting me with him. He throws me onto the couch and stands there looking down at me as he refastens his zipper. “You can’t be trusted with your clothing choices anymore. From tomorrow, you’ll wear exactly what I tell you to.”

“Never,” I say with a grin, unhooking my black stilettos and chucking them at him one at a time.

He ducks easily. “Is that another flash of defiance, my angel?”

“It depends. Are we alone?”

“Of course. If any man so much as dares come through that door…” I watch his face contort with fury at the thought of someone other than him seeing me naked. “Now, back to your insubordination. Would you prefer your next punishment here or upstairs?”

“Both sound fun, but you’ll have to catch me first.” Laughing, I push off from the couch and sprint for the hallway, catching him off guard. He tries to grab my arm as I pass, but Iswerve out of the way just in time.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”

“To seek out this mythical bed of yours!”

I take the white marble steps, two, three at a time, slapping my hands across my naked breasts to stop them bouncing about all over the place. I almost make it to the top when a strong arm is sliding around my waist and lifting me high up into the air.

“I see your shoulder is better,” I say breathlessly, as he folds me into his embrace and carries me like this to his bedroom.

“No thanks to you,” he drawls, dropping me onto an enormous king-sized bed. He arches his eyebrows at me as if to say, ‘See? I wasn’t lying.’

Rising to my knees, I hook my thumbs seductively into the waistband of my panties. “Tell me what you desire most tonight,Señor Santiago.”

“All of you.” He’s ripping off his waistcoat and tie and shredding buttons in his haste to undress. “Your tits, your pussy, your ass… I’m demanding everything, and youwillgive it to me.”

I pause my striptease to rake my eyes across his torso. Tonight, he’s part-devil, part-deity, from his muscular shoulders down to the crude definition rippling across his abdomen. I want to run my tongue over every dip, arc, and scar.

He catches me staring. “Do you like what you see?”

“I hate to think how much work you put in to have a body like that.”

He smirks and lowers his trousers. No underwear. Hard as stone.Hard just for me.“Take off your panties real slow for me,mi alma,” he orders huskily, moving closer to the bed. “Tease me good, and I’ll reward you well.”

I do as I’m instructed, delighting in the growing hunger in his face as I slide the scrap of black lace further down my legs before tossing it in his direction.

He beckons me closer with his finger. “It would appear that my angel has a devil inside her after all.”

“Sooner rather than later, I hope.”

He laughs.

I’m mesmerized.

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