Page 49 of Summoned
I grit my teeth and brace myself.
But once again, Gaetano surprises me. Instead of striking, his fingers trace the area he’d spankedwith gentle caresses. The contrast is so sharp that, for a moment, I can’t even process how I feel.
“I like the way you fight me,” he says, his words edged with unexpected gentleness. My breath catches in my chest. His fingers drift dangerously close, brushing along the edge of my underwear. “But I’ll like it even more when you submit…”
“Keep dreaming. And I’m not some child to be disciplined with spanking!”
Damn it, why is my voice trembling?
He doesn’t reply, but I swear he smirks against my back. His fingers tease my skin, and the knuckles reach lower—toward the fabric between my thighs. My lips part. The heat flooding me now… It’s no longer just anger or shame.
It’s something deeper, and more embarrassing. Like in the car with Branimir…when I imagined it was Gaetano instead.
“Of course you’re not a child.” His voice slides down my spine like a silk rope coiling around me. “You’re a very disobedient baroness…”
My cursed body shudders with pleasure at his words. His fingers keep tracing slow, torturous circles right along the edge of my panties. That merciless knot tightens low in my belly.
“If you were an obedient baroness, I’d be kneeling…” His whisper scorches the skin of my neck. My spine arches, but I don’t pull away. “I’d slide my tongue between your thighs and stay there until you saw stars.”
My legs weaken. His hand slides down my thigh and then back up the same way.
“You know, I could do it right now. I’d love to spread you out on this bed, feel you grind against my face while you clutch the sheets like your life depends on it…”
His fingers stop at the edge of my underwear.
A sharp ache twists deep inside me.
Am I actually considering it?
This is a full, spiraling descent into Hell.
He releases my hands. Pressing my palms to the bedsheet, I glance over my shoulder, and my heart skips a beat. Gaetano’s expression reminds me of a rising tide in the middle of a storm.
“Admit you want it as much as I do,” he says. “Tell me you were thinking about me when that man kissed you in his car…and I’ll drop to my knees before you.”
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Am I overreacting? Maybe.
Fire gnaws beneath my ribs as the image of her tangled up with that smug bastard flashes through my mind. Possession rises in me like a tide, curling through my veins, fueled by magic and raw desire.
After the car prank, I might have let it slide if not for her audacity. Calling me a “vile son of a bitch”? Demanding an explanation as if I were hers to command? The Little Baroness must have mistaken my nice demeanor for weakness.
What’s more, she doesn’t realize just how much her defiance stirs me.
“Were you thinking of me while you were with him, Nicole?” I ask again, my fingers tracing the sensitive spot between her thighs with a slow stroke.
Call me greedy for confessions, but right now, nothing would be sweeter than watching her lips part and admit to the tension simmering between us.
“No!” Her body shivers beneath mine. It’s proof enough of her want, but the real test is hearing it from her mouth.
She glares at me over her shoulder. Her fury fuels the fire burning in my chest. Of course, she wouldn’t break so easily. That’s why playing with her ignites me in ways nothing else does.
Maybe it was that amateur’s hands all over her that pulled the trigger. Or maybe it’s her endless refusal to yield. Either way, I no longer want just her soul. I want her body, too.
“Tell me you lied.” My palm presses over the heat thatpulses between her legs. The fabric is damp beneath my touch, tempting me to tug it aside. Will her defiance hold if I do?
