Page 37 of Velvet Deception

I wanted to. I wanted so badly to trust him.

“Eyes. On. Me.” The growl in his demand did the trick.

I looked at him, finding him panting and watching me.

“It’s just you and me. Just us here. No one else.”

“But when you touched me, I remembered them?—”

“No. You stay with me.” Ever so slowly, he slid his fingers back and forth, gently exploring and caressing me.

“Eyes on me, Sofia. You be my good little angel and look at me. Stay withme.”

I swallowed, finding it ironic that he was desperate to regain his memories and I could do well with erasing some of mine. I didn’t regret Ramon. I would never. But I wanted the taint of that night to cease in my mind.

“This is just you and me, my angel.” He kissed me, tenderly, and the magical touch of his lips had me sinking back under the lull of desire. The longer he kissed me, adding affection and devotion and so many emotions I couldn’t stop to label, the less I flinched at his fingers down there.

“Eyes on me,” he repeated as he stroked lower yet.

“Oh!” It wasn’t a cry, but more of a squeak of surprise. It felt… good. Naughty. Different. But so good. His fingertip rubbed along my slit. Pressure built low in my belly, and when he touched my clit, circling it, he smiled as I gasped.

“How does it feel, my angel?”

“Every time you say that,” I said around pants I could manage for air, “it makes me…”

“Realize how much you matter? You are my angel, Sofia.” He fingered me and smeared my juices. “My sweet, sexy, generous angel who came to save me.”

His deep voice soothed me at the same time it turned me on more. As he spoke, he dipped his finger into my entrance. Thank goodness he kissed me, because I moaned in pleasure at the stretch.

Ramon couldn’t wake up and find us like this. I didn’t want any more distractions or interruptions.

“I want…”

“Tell me, my angel. Tell me what you want.”

“You.”

He’d been rubbing against my thigh, grinding against my leg as he fingered me. But it wasn’t enough. As good as it felt for him to take his time and slowly stretch my wet entrance open, I thought ahead to how it wasn’t enough. How it would feel so, so much better for him to drag that big cock along my inner walls and make me snap.

Pressure built and built. It grew and swelled, this need to explode.

“You already have me, Sofia.” He leaned up to get on one side, easing off his shorts. Before he lay back, he kissed me deeper, drugging me and robbing my thoughts. “You have me, body and soul.” Pinning me down, he stroked both hands along my sides until he cupped my ass. With his fingers tugging on my sleep shorts, he slipped the garment off.

And I was gone.

No longer in this dreamy haze of lust and want, on the bed with Diego, I was thrust back into the past, reliving the memory of the Cartel thugs yanking my panties off and taunting…

“Eyes on me.” Diego's voice was stern and full of command, but it was the smack of his hand on my bare ass that startled me to snap to focus. Then the slip of his two fingers into my pussy with his thumb rubbing my clit. I couldn’t look away. I couldn’t even think.

He was… rough. Hard. But not cruel. Using his dominance, he dragged me out of my memory and secured me here, to stay with him here and in this moment.

I gasped, shocked that he wouldn’t coddle me but would insist like this. He wasn’t going to slack in making sure I was in the present.

And I was stunned by how much it… turned me on.

He could tell, the same as I did. I throbbed for him, my pussy and slit so sensitive to his touch. Sliding his fingers with more ease, he seemed to notice how much more I dripped for him.

“You pay attention to me, my angel.”

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