Page 90 of Where Wild Hearts Dance
“I guess you have some apologizing to do?”
I grind my jaw and slowly get to my feet. “Something like that.”
“Don’t let me keep you,” he says, a sly smile curling the side of his mouth.
I scowl at him. “Don’t wait up.”
“Oh I won’t.”
Contessa
I feel disgusting.
My panties are soaked through and it’s starting to get pretty cold down here. I can still feel Bernadi’s head between my thighs and I’m stillthrobbing. I hate myself right now. I haven’t done anything wrong yet I’m being punished in the most despicable way.
I’ve never been more turned on than when he licked me despite my protests. When he turned to the camera and said I was delicious, I almost came right then.
How has this happened? I’ve let Satan himself lick me to an orgasm as punishment for something I know nothing about. And dear God, Iloved it.
My thoughts are interrupted when the door opens again and a blush floods my cheeks. I feel like I’m on show—a brazen hussy—withmy hands tied behind my back, my legs parted and my skirt pushed up to my hips.
Bernadi strolls into the room looking as cocky as ever and I have to stop my chest from ballooning. I hate what this man does to me.
“Okay, let’s shake things up a little.”
My heart flutters when it should be quivering.
He gets down on his hands and knees but it’s too dark for me to see what he’s doing.
“Cristiano says hi, by the way,” he says, glancing up before returning his focus to the ties around my ankles.
I suck in a breath. “He’s here? In this building?”
He doesn’t answer.
“Does he care that you’ve got me tied up in some basement, freezing to death with no food or water?”
He looks up and strokes his chin. “I don’t know actually. I didn’t ask.”
“It doesn’t matter what I say, does it?” My voice trembles. It seems fear and anticipation are two sides of the same coin. “You’ll never believe me.”
He continues to pull and tug at my ankles while I’ve given up showing an interest in what exactly it is that I’m tied to.
He’s still a scary son of a bitch but something about his manner has softened so I try a different approach. “I was starting to like you a bit, you know?”
I feel his fingers close around one ankle, moving my foot backward. It’s deceptively gentle. “Then it’s a good thing I showed you my true colors before you started to like me a lot.”
“Yeah.” I swallow. “It is.”
“Did you reflect? Like I asked you to?”
A shiver slices across my spine. “I have nothing to reflect on. I don’t know anything about Federico other than this letter, which is the first I’ve heard from him in three years. But it’s pointless me repeating this, because you’ve already made up your mind that I’m lying.”
Something clicks behind my eyes and I narrow them. “Why are you so determined to believe I’m a liar, Benito?”
He sits back on his heels but doesn’t look at me, then moves to my right foot, unstrapping it from the chair and re-strapping it to my left.
“It’s written on the note right here,” he says again, but there’s not as much bite in his tone now. In the short time he’s been gone, something’s changed, I can feel it.
