Page 50 of Dangerous Contract: Part 1

“That you want me just as much as I want you.”

“And if I don’t want you, will you let me leave?”

A devilish grin formed on his handsome face. “Yes, sweet Rosa. If I fail to get you wet, I will let you leave.”

She could control her body, right? This man was attractive, but his personality was repulsive. That meant her body wouldn’t respond to him like it had last night, right?

“But,” he continued, voice turning deeper, sexier. “If you do get wet for me, you’re mine for the period of time listed in the contract. All mine. No changing your mind. No trying to leave. No trying to kill me. Agreed?”

Did she have a choice? It wasn’t like she could escape.

Monique swallowed, then whispered, “Agreed.”

Orazio stretched his hand out to her. Her gaze dropped to his palm. Why did she feel like she’d just made a deal with the devil? Probably because she had. She couldn’t back out now. She could do this. Shehadto do this.

Feeling like she may regret this later, Monique placed her hand in his and allowed him to escort her back to the bedroom.All she had to do was resist temptation. All she had to do was picture Trevor in her mind as Orazio touched her.

If she could stay dry, she’d be able to leave. This should be easy, she hoped, she prayed.Pussy don’t fail me now.A thousand thoughts were rushing through her mind as Orazio led her to the bedroom.

The smirk on his handsome face irked her nerves. It was a smirk that said,I’ve won, you know it, and I know it.Who the hell was she kidding? He was right. He’d already won this bet. The deal was already sealed.

Her mind may loathe him, but her traitorous body was craving his attention. Her pussy was eager to meet up with his dick again. Monique was already wet, and he hadn’t even started caressing her yet.

She blamed it on the fact that she’d gone years without the type of loving he’d put on her last night. Monique’s sex-starved flesh didn’t give a damn about the BS contract he’d presented to her.

All it cared about was the pleasure he could deliver. That’s why she couldn’t allow him another chance to weave his magic over her body. She had to find a way to reverse their roles before it was too late.

Physical pleasure only lasted an hour or two. The ramifications of giving in could last a lifetime. She was already weighed down with emotional baggage that she’d yet to get rid of. She didn’t need more.

She couldn’t handle more.Think, Monique. Think.But her mind was overrun with too many thoughts to focus on any one problem. When they reached the bedroom, Orazio began undressing her.

Her nipples hardened instantly, and he hadn’t even done a damn thing yet. Gritting her teeth, Monique stared at the wall behind him, determined to pull it together and get control overher flesh.Damn you, body. Act like you’ve got some home training.

He pushed the dress over her shoulders and eased it off her body. He followed the path of the dress down, kissing her exposed flesh as he did so. When he reached her breasts, his breath caressed her nipples, bringing to remembrance the feel of his tongue against her brown peaks.

She swallowed, eyes still on the wall, body ramrod straight, emotions all over the place. Arousal, fear, regret, and anticipation swirled through her. No one emotion was greater than the other. They all blended together, leaving her confused about the way she was feeling.

This led to her feeling guilty because she knew the only emotion she should be experiencing right now was hatred. She should hate him with everything in her. And it upset her to admit that she didn’t hate him enough.

Was she a doormat for men like him and Trevor? Was this the type of woman she was? Monique blinked back tears. This wasn’t who she was. It couldn’t be. She wouldn’t let it be.

“Lie down,” he whispered once she was completely naked.

She started to ask if he was going to undress also. Then she remembered that this wasn’t about him. This was about her. He wanted to prove to her that she was weak for him.Monique The Weak,that was her.

She should get that stitched into a shirt so the next man she met would know that he didn’t even have to woo her. All he had to do was compliment her a little, kiss her clit a few times, and then she’d hand it all over to him, her heart, her body, and all her worldly possessions.

Fuck that!Orazio wanted to prove to her that she was still the weak Monique who was divorced by Trevor. Yet, she needed to show him thatweak Moniquewalked out the same day Trevordid. But how could she do that when she was at the mercy of Orazio Cattaneo?

She released a deep sigh as he told her to get onto the bed again. Monique climbed onto the mattress, moving to lie in the center of the bed. Her head rested against his soft pillows. From the corner of her eyes, she watched him as he stood at the edge of the bed, staring down at her.

Monique tore her gaze away from him and stared up at the ceiling. Maybe counting sheep would help her resist temptation. It was worth a try. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine sheep jumping over a fence as she counted them. What the hell?

Why did her sheep look like dicks? Even her imagination was ignoring her commands.Oh well.One dick. Two dicks. Three dicks. Four dicks.Ugh! This wasn’t helping. She tensed when he spoke.

“Are you ready, Ro... Monique?” he asked, voice like velvet.

Though she’d told him not to call her Rosa, she felt some type of way when he’d corrected himself just now.

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