Page 96 of 10 Days to Surrender

My hands find her waist and I lift her like she weighs nothing—a trick that gets harder each week as the twins grow. She squeaks in surprise, then giggles as I set her carefully into the vat. The sound echoes off the wooden walls.

“This is disgusting,” she announces, grimacing as purple mush oozes between her toes. Then her expression shifts. “Actually… wait. This feels amazing.”

I hop in beside her, and immediately understand. The crushed grapes are cool and slick. Strange at first, but once I get used to it, it’s a welcome relief from the heat.

“Marco says we need to keep moving,” I tell her, taking her hands. “Otherwise, the juice won’t flow properly.”

“Well, ifMarcosays so…” She waggles her brows. “Are you as smitten with him as Mama is?”

Growling, I bend down and flick a jet of purple juice at her. She squeals, a sound that hits my dick and my heart in unison, as she kicks back at me.

We have to rein in the fight when the clapping of the crowd rises into a beat, though.Stomp, clap, stomp, clap.I steady Ariel with my hands spanning her hips, just in case she falters.

I think she’s playing me like a fool, though. She leans back, pressing her ass against me, and speeds up. We’re a mess of tangled limbs, crushing fruit, laughing, laughing,laughing.Each movement brings us closer until we’re sharing the same breath, purple-stained and sun-drunk.

Eventually, all the grapes have been groped, the juice is flowing, and the sun begins to fade. Workers start to trickle home in twos and threes, calling “Ciao, ciao”back over the shoulders, chatter trailing them long after they’ve disappeared over the hills.

Kosti takes Zoya home in the car, promising to come back and fetch us, though we all know he’s full of shit. Jasmine winks and says she’ll walk with a new group of friends who live on the way. With Belle distracted by Marco giving her a private tour of the wine cellar, that just leaves me and Ariel with the last remaining batch of grapes.

Ariel eyes me innocently. “We should probably finish this last set off, right?”

“Of course,” I say, as solemn as I can.

I help her back into the final vat. It’s quieter now. More shadows clustered in the corners. I can’t decide if the air is fermenting or if I’m just high on the way she keeps darting teasing little looks in my direction, her skirts raised high to reveal glimpses of thigh and ass.

She picks up a foot and plops it down. An errant drop flies up and hits me square in the middle of the forehead.

“Careful,” I scold. “You’re making a mess.”

“I thought you liked it when I got messy?” She bites at her lip, then grabs my hands, pulling me into an impromptu dance. The crushed grapes underfoot make everything slippery, forcing us to hold each other closer for balance.

I watch a droplet slide down her cheek and get hung up on the Cupid’s bow of her lips, so I bend down and lick it off.

Ariel’s eyebrow raises. “There’s a droplet on my hip, too,” she informs me. “Wanna give it the same treatment?”

I grin wickedly. “Thought you’d never ask.”

Then I grab her, pick her up, and pin her to the wall of the vat so her pussy is at face-level, her legs draped over my shoulders. She shrieks and clings to my hair as I lick exactly where she told me I should.

“S-Sasha! Sa—Fuck.”

She tastes like grapes and lust. If I wasn’t drunk on her before, I am now. I’m merciless and she comes fast, hard, quivering on my face.

Ariel can barely stand upright by the time I put her back down on her own two feet. “Now,”I brag, “you are properly messy.”

She looks the way I want her to always look: hair wild, sex-mussed, lips swollen from chewing on them. Her eyes are gleaming and the pink spots on her cheeks stand bright. Purple streaks mark her from head to toe, as the dress clings to every curve that I’ve worshipped again and again, though it’s neverenough to satisfy me for long. Even now, I’m dying to taste her again, though it’s only been a few seconds since I last had her taste on my tongue.

“You’re insatiable,” she accuses.

I bow. “Thank you.”

“Who said that was a compliment?”

I point between her legs. “Shedid, for one.”

Laughing, Ariel headbutts me in the chest like a puppy. Then she slides one arm around my waist and one hand down the front of my pants. “She’s got some more things she’d like to tell you,” she whispers to me.

Fucking hell,no one has ever been hotter.

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