Page 3 of Brazilian Revenge

Aroused, she moaned into his mouth, and his hand slid down her back until he cupped her buttocks. Wow. The man had a firm touch as his fingers kneaded her ass. His pull brought them to a perfect mold, and his erection saluted her. God. What a salute… Things were getting out of control fast…and she loved it.

The last few years of her life had been focused on working, studying, and saving money so she wouldn’t have to depend on Harry financially ever again. One-night stands and casual flings never appealed to her, for they clashed with her dream of forming a meaningful relationship and having a family someday. Her own family.

He stopped kissing her for a moment, and they both panted. Goals and dreams could certainly take a night off, right? Her heart beat fast and furious, warning her that she had no say in the matter. “My place or yours?” he asked.

“I have a room in the hotel.”

The next few minutes were a blur in her head. They sprinted out of the ballroom toward the hallway elevators. For a moment, she had the eerie sensation someone was watching them. Glancing over her shoulders, she looked for Harry, but saw no sign of him. Maybe he got lucky as well.

“You want this?” Leonardo asked, and she didn’t miss how he inhaled and looked at her, his eyes so warm that fire could have brewed inside their depths.

“Yes,” she said, and he offered her his hand, the endearment bringing a smile to her face. Even though it was just sex, she wasn’t alone in this. “Am I crazy?”

“You’re not the only one.”

Like Sam Smith’s song.The second she took his hand in hers, warmth engulfed her. He flashed her a smile as they stepped into the crowded elevator, and his face brightened. They seemed to be part of a secret society, as if they were the only man and woman to share such a deep sexual connection. Heat spread across her neck and cheeks. When the violin ping indicated they had arrived at her floor, her pulse spiked. Never letting go of her hand, he walked alongside her, and her fingers trembled as she fumbled to get the keycard from her purse and into the slot.

He nipped the back of her neck, and currents of excitement seared her nerve endings. She leaned into the door and plastered her hands over it for support. Her shoulders sagged as if she was losing strength, which was weird because a sense of empowerment also swept through her. “Let me do it for you, minha princesa.” His voice dropped an octave, and he slipped his hand under hers and got the keycard. God.

“Queen. I’m supposed to be a queen.”

She let out a breath that was longer than the Brazilian coastline. Within seconds they stumbled into her hotel room, crashing against the console tables, and she barely flicked on the floor lamp when he slammed her against the wall. Wow. She wrapped her legs around him, her sweet spot throbbing with need.

Their tongues intertwined in a kiss that heightened her addiction to him rather than satiated her desire for him. She heard some objects falling to the floor as he cleared the heavy vanity chest and placed her on it. She reached for her back to unhook her cropped top, and her breasts bounced into view.

He dipped his head to kiss them, but she pushed him away. “No, sir. You take something off, too.”

“What would you like off first?”

“This inconvenient shirt–black tie–jacket combo.”

Chuckling, he peeled off his jacket and tossed it on the floor. As he undid the buttons of his shirt and removed it, she blinked. The man’s body could have been on a freaking Men’s Fitness cover. “Are you a bodybuilder or personal trainer?”

He grinned. “Human rights lawyer.”

Lawyer. She squared her shoulders.

“Not as sexy as a bodybuilder?”

“Just a reminder I better behave,” she said, and she wished that it were only a joke. Still, the man was an attorney in Brazil, and until tonight, he had never heard of her and probably knew nothing about Harry Clemonte. Why would he? Besides, Harry had promised her that he no longer schemed.

“Not tonight.”

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Not tonight.Leonardo nibbled her full upper lip until she let out a moan, and he released it. Tonight he would put aside all the nonsense involving his father’s health. His sister Camila had practically forced him to attend the gala, and now he was glad that he had.

He peered at the gorgeous woman in front of him. Her impossibly green eyes reminded him of the color of the sun-dappled Brazilian sea. Flecks of sunshine surrounded her intense jade irises. Satyanna would help him forget about his father’s looming death, and the annoying calls he had been getting about people interested in his coveted sculpture. A particular British fellow seemed adamant on seeing Pasquale’s last masterpiece before his death. For one night, he’d put all his gloomy reality behind. Satyanna Darling represented life, laughter, and fun. Maybe Camila was right—he needed more of those things.

Enough thinking. Cupping her jaw, he kissed her deep. Hard. Fast. Nibbling her bottom lip, he lowered his hands to her breasts. The tight peaks begged for his attention, and when he cupped them, he felt rather than heard her sigh of satisfaction.

“Fuck yeah,” he whispered, unsure he’d be able to keep from burying himself into her for much longer. She ran her hands along his shoulders, scratching her nails on his back. His cock throbbed.

A primeval need, as vital as breathing and eating, encouraged him to slide his hand under her pants. She bucked toward him, and he broke the kiss only to trail a path down her jaw and neckline. His tongue glided over her soft skin, his teeth grazing her flesh.

“Oh, yes,” she said, when he inserted two fingers inside her to find her sex drenched and lips swollen. “Don’t stop,” she added, and shifted on the dresser to help him remove her flowing trousers and her G-string.

There’s no stopping tonight.Flicking her clit with his thumb, he continued to tease her while his tongue found one of her perky breasts. She squirmed under his teasing, and thrust her hands into his hair, sensitizing his entire scalp. Little currents of excitement surged through him. Each time she moaned, they became more powerful.

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