Page 23 of Captive in His Castle
“Why? Scared that talking about it will make you want it?”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” she spluttered.
“Then there is no need to shy away from talking about it. Let’s see if we can get to the root of your problem.”
“Not liking sex isn’t a problem, and even if it was, do you seriously think I’m going to discuss my sexual experiences withyou?”
“The pleasure we get from sex is something every human should enjoy. You’re far too young to throw your sexuality away because of experiences with men who clearly didn’t know their way around a woman’s body.”
Her fork hovered mid-air before she put it on her plate and shook her head. Her short burst of laughter might have been scathing, but her voice contained a tremor in it. “Is this where you tell me that sex with you would be different and that you’d melt me into butter and ensure I have multiple orgasms?”
The arousal already thrumming through his loins deepened.
After leaving Callie in her room earlier, Dante had taken a cold shower but had failed to wash away the mark the brush of her nose had made in his throat. He’d dressed with his mind in overdrive over what she’d join him for dinner wearing, his imagination racing ahead to fantasise about peeling whatever she chose from her beautiful curves, and then to see her in an oversized dressing gown…Mio Dio, she could wear a sack and he’d still want her.
He let his gaze drift down her slender neck and down to the V of exposed flesh at the top of the robe before drifting back up to meet her stare. “I can’t guarantee multiple orgasms, but I can certainly guarantee pleasure.”
She laughed again. “Were you born with a giant ego or did it come with making oodles of money?”
“A man doesn’t need money to know that when there’s attraction and chemistry, then sex is all the better for it… for both parties.”
“There is no attraction, not on my part.”
Now he was the one to laugh. “If there isn’t any attraction, why did you feel the need to tell me about your sexual preferences?”
“I was telling you I don’thaveany sexual preferences, and that’s because I don’t like sex! It was a warning to back off.”
“But why did you feel the need to warn me? I haven’t tried to seduce you – you were the one to bring the subject of sex up, not me.” He leaned forward and dropped his voice to a seductive murmur. “You were the one to sniff my neck.”
All her fake lightness of expression fell away, dark colour crawling up her neck and enflaming her beautiful face.
“You warned me,” he continued in the same low, seductive voice, “because you feel the chemistry between us as strongly as I do, and you, my little spitfire, are so terrified you won’t be able to keep your hands off me that…”
“That’s bullshit!”
“… that you told me about your so-called frigidity in the hope of frightening me off,” he finished as if she hadn’t just spoken over him.
“Not to frighten you off–”
“Yes, to frighten me off because you know it is easier than having to fight your own desires.”
“You are full of shit.”
“And you blushlike a teenager.”
“Shut up.”
He laughed before dropping his voice even lower. “If I’m so full of shit then why don’t you come here and prove it? Come here and kiss me.”
She pushed her chair back. “I’m notkissingyou.”
“Frightened you’ll discover that all the feelings you’resupposed to have, as you put it, exist in you after all?”
“No!”
“Frightened you won’t be able to control yourself once you’ve had a taste of the forbidden? That’s what I am to you, aren’t I? You’ve made me forbidden in your mind because you’re scared of your desire.”
“Shutup!”
