Page 50 of His Two Hidden Masks

“This is your tour,” I said, hoping I sounded casual. “It’s what everybody wants to see in Venice.” It was also romantic, isolated, and incredibly sexy to wander these empty rooms together.

He stepped out of the shadows and into the beam of one of the gas lanterns. “Is this your Venice?”

I watched him in the flickering light, his dark eyes bright and focused on me as if I were the rarest of creatures. “Is this my Venice?” I repeated, wondering how to answer.

“You are showing me what the tourists see, but I think we both know that this is not your usual tour.” He took a step closer. “You could have told me goodnight at the restaurant, Bella.”

“I know,” I said. The thump of my heartbeat quickened.

He took another step, closing the distance between us. “I lied to you. I’m the brother who fucks up.”

“And I’m the daughter that nobody listens to.”

“I’m listening to you now.”

“I like how you listen,” I whispered, my voice raspy.

“What do you want me to know, my clever Bella,” he said.

I took note of the ownership in his statement. My pussy clenched, wet and warm. “It’s complicated,” I said. “Your brother is about to take over my family’s business.”

“True,” he said. “It’s what he does. It isn’t personal. Does that make me the enemy, too?”

“No, but it makes how I’m feeling right now,” I struggled for the word,“challenging. I think you challenge me.”

“Easy is boring,” Dylan said. Standing next to me, he trailed a finger down my arm. “Would you like to know why I think we are here?”

“Yes,” I said, my body quivering. His body cast a golden spell around me, heightening all my senses.

He slipped his arm around my lower back and pulled me into his body with a jerk. I gasped at the motion and the wave of pleasure that rippled through me. He leaned his head down, resting his forehead against mine, his voice gravely, his breath hot against my lips.

“We are here, because you can’t stop thinking about me. You woke up today, and you were glad I was gone, but you wanted me, which was confusing to you since you aren’t used to wanting someone in this way.

“When you thought I ignored you this morning, it made you angry. Angry that you wanted more of me, angry that thinkingabout the way I drove my hard cock into your perfect pussy last night made it hard for you to breathe.

“Your body knows you need more of me, which is why you didn’t walk away tonight.”

His voice was direct and dominant. His message laced with so much truth, I felt exposed and naked in his arms. He tightened his hold on my lower back.

“You think you are so smart,” I said, my legs quaking as my body melted into him.

His fingertips traced down my neck, over my breasts and my hardening nipples. He cupped one breast, running his thumb up, down, and over the curve. He stayed there for a tantalizing moment before moving down my body, reaching the hem of my skirt.

“Did you think I didn’t notice how you dressed tonight?” he said. “My brother was right.” His breathing grew shallow, his eyes hooded with desire. As he pressed against me, the hardness of his erection pushed against my stomach.

“I did want to fuck you right there on the restaurant table. That dress, those boots. I want to fuck you while you wear nothing but those slutty red boots.”

He moved both hands to my hips. His dick was hard and enormous, just like I remembered. “You are here, because running into me last night is the first thing that has felt real to you in a very long time.”

“It’s true,” I gasped. “How do you know?”

“I know, because it’s how I feel about you, Bella,” he said, his forehead still pressed against mine.

“You are the first woman I have touched in years that feels real. You feel real.” We stood still, our bodies locked in place, pleasure building in my core so fast I knew that if I pressed my clit against him for much longer, I would come hard.

He put his finger under my chin and lifted my mouth to his. He kissed me and I whimpered as his mouth opened and closed, his soft lips gently coaxing me to move.

His tongue swiped across my teeth. The tender sensation rippled through my body. Our kisses grew faster, needier, less controlled.

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