Page 51 of Dangerous Contract: Part 1

“Are you ready to get wet for me, sweet Monique?” he asked again.

Call me Rosa, so I can tell you not to call me Rosa. Ugh!How was her body supposed to know how to react to this man when even her mind was unsure of how it wanted to respond?

“Answer me,” he demanded.

“Repeat the question. Sorry, I was ignoring you,” she told him, resisting the urge to smile.

It was the little verbal jabs that counted. Especially since they were the only weapons she had in her arsenal at the moment.

“Forget the question,” he said, voice deeper. “I’m sure you’re already wet for me.”

“I’ll never get wet for you again, Orazio Cattaneo.”

Lies!Her body was growing wetter right now.What’s wrong with you, pussy? Get it together.His chuckle was low and deep and made her even wetter.

“I think you’re lying,” he whispered, breath caressing her ear.

Her eyes popped open. She hadn’t even heard him move closer to her. A shiver rippled over her flesh.

“I think if I were to touch your pussy right now, I would find it wet and willing, wouldn’t I?”

“No,” was the only word she could get out because she didn’t trust her voice.

“Let’s find out. If it’s wet for me, that means you want me. Right?”

She shook her head. “Technically, it just means I’m horny.”

“I’ll take that for now. The rest will come later. Should I slide my finger inside and find out just how wet you are?” he asked.

His words made her rebellious body grow even slicker. She jumped slightly when he pressed his hand against her knee. There was that insufferable chuckle again. This man was too cocky, too sure of himself, his money, and his bedroom skills.

There had to be a way to take him down a notch. A way to make him feel just as lost and confused as she felt. His hand inched up her thigh. Monique swallowed as he continued upward.

“Open for me,” he ordered. When she didn’t obey, he whispered, “You promised.”

She had, hadn’t she? Monique eased her legs apart.

“Wider,” he ordered.

She did as she was told. She bit her lower lip when his fingers grazed a different set of lips, parting them to find the secrets she was desperately trying to hide.

“Ahh, Rosa, you’re dripping wet for me,” he groaned.

His other hand moved to the back of her neck, where he gripped her tightly. He whispered in her ear as he slid his fingers through her folds.

“You may be mad at me right now, but your pussy still wants me, baby.”

She chuckled.

“What’s funny?” he asked, still rubbing his fingers between her silken folds.

“You are,” she answered.

His fingers stilled. “How am I funny?”

“You think you’re the reason my body is reacting this way.”

“I am. And a bet is a bet. You’re mine now, Rosa.”

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