Page 119 of Where Wild Hearts Dance
Okay then.“No abductions.”
“No abductions—of you anyway.”
I have no response to that and an eye roll doesn’t feel appropriate.
“Okay, my turn,” he says. “No more having my men deliver Michelin-starred food to the homeless.”
“Oh come on,” I pull back to look accusingly into his eyes. “There has to be a Good Samaritan in there somewhere.”
His response is a glare and a raised brow that says, “Do you not know what I do for a living?”
“Okay, fine. But then no more ordering ridiculous amounts of food you know I’m not going to eat.”
He rolls his eyes in response.
“I have another one. No assuming I could find itremotelypossible to lie to you.”
He stares at me, eyes roaming my face, then he nods. Just when I think he’s about to kiss me, he whispers, “I love you.”
I kick my head back and laugh. “No you don’t—you hate me.”
A sharp tug on my ponytail cuts my breath. “That previous condition applies to you too.”
I dip my lips toward him, brushing my breath across his. “You know what they say—love and hate are just two sides of the same coin.”
He cups the back of my head in one hand. “Then it’s a good job I’m fucking rich. Now shut the fuck up little brat, and give me your mouth.”
Then he pulls my lips onto his and kisses me in front of the whole room.
Benito
I can feel the widened eyes of Tess’s family as I brazenly devour her mouth in front of them all. Fuck it. She’s mine now.
I pull back only when I’m ready to and she stares at me with liquid eyes and swollen lips, utterly breathless and fucking beautiful. I drop her to her feet and take her by the hand. Before she can object, I’m tugging her toward the exit.
“Where are we going?” she says.
I grin at my own ingenious idea. “The beach.”
“Why?”
Why?Because it’s where she comes alive. It’s where she loses all her inhibitions. It’s where she becomes herself. And I want her to be herself in this moment. We just, for better or for worse,showed the Castellanos and the Di Santo’s that we’re together. I want her to really feel this, without the expectations or judgements of others weighing on her.
I could tell her all this, but I decide to tell her another truth.
“I want you all to my-fucking-self.”
We reach the terrace and I pick her up in my arms. She squeals as I stride down the lawns to the beach. The crashing waves reach our ears, drowning out the sound of music from inside the hotel. Figures watch from the shadows but I know they’ll avert their gazes when it matters.
When I’m certain we’re out of view of the hotel and its surrounding gardens, I lay her on the soft sand, then rest my weight over her, bringing my lips heavily onto hers.
She releases a tender moan into my throat and I savor it with my tongue. Searching her mouth and lips for more sweetness, I bury myself in her warmth, only pulling away for a second at a time to let her breathe.
My God, I’m in so deep I can’t see anymore. I want this girl like I’ve never wanted anything before in my life. I yearn for her like I used to yearn for my next kill. Her skin beneath my fingers feels like something I’ve never experienced but instinctively know exists. It feels likehome.
I nudge my knee between her legs, feeling her dress part at the traitorous slit running from her thigh to the floor. The heat of her pussy greets me like a wet kiss.
She blindly fumbles with my fly, releasing my cockwith a languid sigh. Then she pulls her panties to one side, moaning a soft plea into my lips. I don’t even need to hold my cock and angle it to where it needs to be. It fucking knows.
