Page 91 of Where Wild Hearts Dance
He unties my wrists but the blood has drained from them so they merely flop to my sides instead of lashing out like they should do.
“That note is as much about me as it is about you,” he says, calmly bringing my hands together on my lap and strapping a tie around them again. “And you hid it from me.”
“I didn’t hide any?—"
“In fact, you hardly spoke to me before I got you in the wine cellar,” he snaps, yanking the tie hard.
“I was nervous!” I say in a high pitch. His eyes dart to mine.
“You were nervous? Why?”
I swallow and stare wide-eyed at him. How does henot know? “You’d just declared me your girlfriend, and my entire family was at that lunch. For God’s sake, Benito, I was trying to figure out how to tell my papa and my aunt and sisters that I didn’t hate you anymore and that I, in fact, felt quite the opposite. I was nervous because… well… you make me nervous. And I was nervous because I didn’t want to fuck it up.”
His face ticks to one side like he’s doing a double take. “Fuck what up?”
“Ugh!” I tilt my gaze to the ceiling because I can hardly shrug my arms when my wrists are tied. “Me and you.” I drop my head and glare at him accusingly. “This.” I start to shake my head, feeling an hysterical laugh climb its way up my throat when he stands, pulls me off the chair and flips me onto all fours.
“What are you doing?” The laugh turns to a shocked gasp.
“I can’t do this.” Benito’s tone frightens me. It’s sharp and unhinged.
A fly rips behind me and I hear him fumbling with his boxers.
“Do what?” I breathe, panicked.
“I know you’re not lying, Tess. I honestly thought you were at first, but Cristiano called Bambi…”
My chest deflates with relief but my heart is hammering. Is he going to drive into me now? Without my consent? Licking me when my body was arching into him is one thing, but to penetrate me dry while I’m tied up and at his mercy is a whole other thing.
“Benito, what are you doing?” Panic infuses my voice and I start to tremble from head to toe.
He crouches down behind me then slowly lowers his chest over my back. Seconds pass and his heat warms me through until a damp sweat sticks to my skin.
“I would never hurt you,” he whispers.
I choke out a held breath.
“If you know I’m telling you the truth, why don’t you let me go?”
He rests his cheek on my shoulder blade. “Because you like this, Tess,” he says softly. “And so do I.”
A cool draft blows between my legs making them flutter. When I don’t deny his words, he lifts a hand to my hip and smooths it down over the round of my bottom and feeds it between my thighs.
“Jesus Christ,” he breathes. “You’re soaking.”
I grind myself against his fingers and whimper.
He gently cups his hands beneath my arms and lifts me up until I’m resting back against his chest. He dips his fingers between my folds and rubs my arousal into my breasts.
“You remember when I came beneath your T-shirt?” he rasps.
“Mm,” I roll my head back against his pectoral muscles.
“You spreading my come across your chest…”
I stop moving and open my eyes.
“That ended me, Tess. I knew that if I touched you after that, I’d go fucking crazy. And I have.”
