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Taking his eyes off of mine, he looks down at my pussy, and he smiles. He sees how wet I am, and it only invites his crude behavior more. Not only did I just make out with him and dry hump him, but I’m glistening for him. He won’t hear the word no, because my body has been telling him yes. He admitted last night that he was close to snapping.

His eyes flicker back up to mine. “Trust me, my love.” Then he seals his lips around my clit, and I suck in air through my teeth, trying my best not to gasp.Yes, I trust you. I may not trust you with my life, but I trust you with my pleasure.His tongue is like the most beautiful storm. It’s strong, wreaking havoc and purifying at the same time. For once in my life, I’m letting someone completely take control over me. Calling the shots and making me helpless. But added to the way he’s been nurturing and protective over me, it’s all too much.

“Alejo,” I moan, and my hips rise. To buck him off of me or to get closer to him, I’ll never tell. He licks and kisses, and I’m already close to my release. Typically, it takes me several minutes to get off from oral sex, especially if they’re only using their mouth, but it’s been, like, a minute and I’m about to unravel.

He pulls my labia into his mouth and swirls his tongue around and around.Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.He really is going to be the death of me. My mind is telling me to fight him on this too, to hold off as long as I can, but my body needs the release, and it needs it…now. Crying out, I throw my head back and ride the freaking tidal wave.Wow. Oh wow.This is what an earth-shattering orgasm is. Holy shit. I thought it was just a saying with no actual existence. Something some erotic novel author made up to exaggerate the intensity of a climax. But it is actually real. The way my body quakes it’s as if the entire earth is shaking.

Coming down from cloud fucking nine, I regain full consciousness, realizing what the fuck I just did. I just let my captor give me the best orgasm of my life. I let him do it, and I thoroughly enjoyed it.Andit took, like, two minutes to happen.

Removing his mouth from my center, he licks his lips, and I should be appalled by the wetness around his mouth and glistening off his facial hair, but my libido is anything but. It somehow hasn’t had enough and craves more. I have to be stronger than this. My fortitude needs some serious rebuilding. I need to get my body and my mind on the same page because if I don’t, what’s next? My heart?

“So sweet,tu papaya.” He climbs back up my body and hovers over my face, bringing my arms up to pin them above my head now.

Lying here with this sexy deity dipped in bronze hovering over me, smelling like me, I could easily just enjoy the pleasures of fornication. Because that’s all it is. It’s just sex. Sex with a sexy and handsome man who can obviously please a woman, rock my world. But it could make things very complicated. I’m already pretty sure I couldn’t kill him if given the opportunity, even if it guaranteed my freedom and survival. So, sleeping with him would make it a lot harder. Willingly giving my body to him, it just can’t happen. No matter how much I might want him, I can’t give in to him. If he wants me, he’ll have to hold me down and force himself on me because I am not giving him one single piece of me. Not physically nor spiritually.

“I was right. I will never tire of you,” he rasps, and before I can utter a single syllable, his mouth descends on mine.

Alejandro

Ilet the taste of her linger in my mouth as I hold her in my arms. She hasn’t said a word, but she also hasn’t tried to pull away from me. Her arm is slung over my torso, and she’s nestled up under my arm, tightly against my side. It’s not like me to hold a woman when I haven’t even been inside of her. My cock is angry with me, but my heart is thawing. I didn’t think she would begin to succumb to me this quickly, but I’m pleased she is. Maybe I can even get her to be polite to my mother when we go home tomorrow.

I thought for a moment she had drifted off to sleep until she speaks. “So, we’re going to Cuba tomorrow.”

I stroke her soft hair as her head lies on my chest. “Yes.”

“And what then?”

“What do you mean, my love?” I kiss the top of her head, and she tilts it back to look up at me. Her cheeks aren’t as pink as they were when I finished feasting on her, but they still hold some color. More color than I’ve seen since several days after she spent some time in solitude.

“What do you want from me, Alejo?” she whispers, and her green eyes pierce right through me. Touching places no one has ever come close to before.

I chuckle. The woman is always making me repeat myself, as if I’ll have a different answer for her. Smiling down at her, I say, “My love, I already told you.” I continue gazing into her eyes as I tenderly stroke her hair. “I want everything. I want you, every day. Every year. Every life.” Her eyes take on a glossy effect that she rapidly blinks away. Along with whatever emotion I just imbued her with, replacing it with perfunctory weariness.

“You’re not pining for some redheaded heir or something, are you?” She switches back to her witty banter.

I snort with half a smile. “I hadn’t even thought about it.” Her lips twitch, fighting back a smirk of her own. “Until now.” Her lips form a straight line, and her eyes narrow.

She’s trying to come off as being cross, but I can’t take her seriously when her face is so enchanting. “You’re beautiful, Irma.” And she is. Exquisite, really. Even in the anemic state she’s in right now, her beauty is unparalleled.

I take my hand from her hair and stroke her face with my fingers. I can make her happy, I know it. The way we connected when she was in her pitiful disguise on my yacht, I thought maybe it was just my imagination. Then the way her body trembled in my arms when we danced together, it was because of the magnetic force between us. She not only enjoys the danger she puts herself in, but even if she won’t ever admit it, she likes me. She wouldn’t have kissed me back if she didn’t.

“The doctor should be here soon. Also, the items from the list we made and some clothing you can wear until we go shopping tonight should be here soon as well.”

Her eyebrows lift. “Shopping tonight?”

I nod. “You like shopping?”

“I’m just surprised you’re letting me out of the house,” she mutters, and angles her head back down, away from me.

“We’re going after hours. The store will be open just for us.” I know the wheels are turning in that intelligent mind of hers. Thinking she’ll have the opportunity to escape while we’re out, but I’ll have several men with us, including myself, and the store owner will not help her out of her little situation. She knows exactly who I am and knows that everything will be discreet. “You can pick out anything you’d like while we’re there. And make sure you pick out as many things as possible. When we get home tomorrow, I’ll get you settled, and then I have to fly out to Russia for a few days. When I get back, we can go anywhere you’d like to complete your wardrobe. Paris, New York, Milan. Anywhere you want.”

She looks up at me, astounded. “What? You want to fly me somewhere to go shopping?”

“Us,” I correct her.

Then she narrows her eyes suspiciously at me. “Ese huevo quiere sal.”The egg wants salt.She’s accusing me of doing this because I want something in return, which is mostly true. I want her by my side willingly, but when that day comes, I don’t plan to stop spoiling her at any point.

I chuckle. “You’re mine,mi amor. And being mine, you’ll have the best. Anything you want.”

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