Page 32 of Relentless Oath

His eyes showed a moment of vulnerability, and just like that, the softness was gone. What had he meant? Who had died?

“Actually, do as you like.”

He turned away from me and walked away.

To my surprise, I didn’t see Dario for the rest of the day. He didn’t show up for dinner, and I couldn’t find him around the house.

His disappearing act was out of character. I figured he was avoiding me because of our argument earlier, but I didn’t regret a word that I’d said.

His one moment of vulnerability had taken me by surprise. He had a heart after all, but I still needed to stick to finding a plan to get away from him before he found out about the baby.

I took a shower later that evening before bed and when I got out, I noticed that he was already asleep in bed.

I felt relieved when I slid into bed next to him, but I didn’t allow myself to wonder why. In that unguarded moment, I turned toward him and watched him sleep. To my surprise, his eyes opened immediately.

“Are you still angry with me?” his sleepy voice was husky, deeper than usual, and undeniably sexy.

“Yes.”

He reached out then and took my hand, placing a kiss on the back of it. That small bit of affection turned me on. I could feel myself growing wet. I both resented what his touch did to my body and welcomed it.

Would it be so terrible if I had sex with him again? I had needs that I’d ignored for a long time. Whether I admitted it or not, Dario had awoken a side of me I wasn’t all that acquainted with.

Passion, lust, desire…I associated all those things with him. Would it be wrong if I let my body have what it wanted…what it craved from him?

I told my brain to shut up when he wrapped a hand around my neck and nudged me closer to him. This time when his lips met mine, the world felt like it paused as the warmth of his lips seemed to set fire to my entire body.

His mouth left my lips and he kissed my ear, trailing kisses along my neck. Something about this time was different from our first time. It was slow, unrushed.

I told myself not to kiss him back, to resist, but I couldn’t. I relaxed against him, enjoying the feel of my breasts againsthis chest. He was already hard and I couldn’t resist rubbing up against him.

He rose, sitting back on his heels, and pulled off his shirt and shorts. He tossed them across the room. I did the same with mine, and soon enough, our clothes were a tangled mess on the floor.

When he was completely undressed, he came back to me, placing kisses all over my body. He kissed my breasts, my nipples. He trailed the kisses down my torso, going lower until I could feel his tongue against my clit.

He spread my thighs wide and traced kisses up my inner thighs, getting closer to where I wanted his warm mouth to be. The night after we’d fucked on the balcony, I woke up several mornings with my panties drenched, realizing that I had dreamed of him.

One time, my dream had been so realistic that I woke up screaming his name.

Much like I was doing now.

“Dario,” I moaned as he started fingering me. I looked down at his head between my legs and watched as he licked each finger that he’d used to penetrate me.

I gasped, and he smiled at me, that sexy promising and devilish smile of a man who was in complete control.

He slid back up my body, parted my legs with his own, and slid inside me. I squirmed against him, still adjusting to his size as he settled deeper into me.

I attempted to wrap my arms around him, but he pulled my hands away and pinned them down with one hand above my head.

He slid in and out of me. The only sound in the room was my panting, trying to catch my breath as he pushed into me.

I didn’t like that I couldn’t touch him. I wanted to sink my nails into his back. I wanted to wrap my arms around hisshoulders. Instead, I couldn’t move. I could only receive. I was at his mercy.

He kissed me hard then, forcing his tongue into my mouth. I moaned against his rough treatment, tasting my wetness on his lips, feeling unbelievably turned on by it.

I wanted to touch him, but every time I went to move my hands, he stopped me.

“No touching unless I say so,” he said, his mouth close to my ear. Even the feel of his breath against my ear sent tingles down my spine.

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