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I swallowed hard then lowered my arm, fisting both hands. I’d never felt so vulnerable in my life, completely exposed for a man I was supposed to hate. But I didn’t. The fascinating truth was I admired him more than I should. He was everything my father wasn’t.

Powerful without being vindictive.

Incredibly handsome even with his scars.

Influential in his savagery.

He was everything a wet dream was made of and then some.

He inched closer, remaining behind me, his hot breath cascading across my shoulders. As he slowly moved my long curls from over my shoulders, I sucked in and held my breath. There was no ability to fight the dancing vibrations or the queasiness in my stomach. I closed my eyes, unable to stop several moans from escaping as he brushed the rough pads of his fingers down both arms, crowding my space.

“You’re nervous, bellissima principessa,” he whispered then lowered his head, pressing his lips against the side of my neck.

“Yes.” There was no reason to lie. “I’m…” I couldn’t mutter the words, shame tearing through me, which was ridiculous.

“I have every intention of making you feel so good, my beautiful princess.” He wrapped his hand around my throat, lifting my chin with his thumb as he rubbed his lips back and forth across my cheek.

I was suddenly weak, as if I wouldn’t be able to resist any of his charms from now on. I’d surprised him with my needs, a hunger that matched his. As he pushed my head back until it was resting on his shoulder, I gazed into his soulless eyes and allowed myself to fall into the intense abyss of the man. Delirium tore through me, the warmth and heightened longing more intense than I’d anticipated.

When he thrust his tongue inside as he caressed my neck, I eased my hands to his outer thighs, stroking up and down in an aimless fashion. My fingers tingled from the interaction, my mind swiftly drifting into unimaginable dark cravings.

The kiss was all consuming, his tongue sweeping back and forth, the taste of the rich wine filling my senses. How could nothing more than a quiet moment of passion have such a startling effect on me?

Seconds later he pulled away and I heard the rustle of clothes, biting my lower lip and noticing the moment he tossed his shirt aside. Then he issued a series of animalistic sounds before raking his fingernail all the way down my spine to the crack of my ass. After kicking my legs apart, he slid his hand between them and I froze, terrified that I had no clue what the hell I was doing,

I shuddered audibly, tensing as he cupped my mound, allowing his fingers to tease my aching clit.

“My wet baby. You’re hungrier than before.” His dirty words were enthralling, keeping me on the very precipice of losing what was left of my mind. “Tell me. Do you hunger to have my cock sliding in and out of your tight little pussy? Do you long for me to sully you?” He chuckled after asking the questions then nipped my earlobe.

“Yes.” The answer was far too easy to admit.

“Then that’s exactly what I’m going to do. On your knees.”

His command was not to be denied and I found myself doing exactly what he asked without hesitation. Still shaking. Still uncertain. But the hunger was too significant.

Every sound I heard seemed amplified. The rapid beating of my heart. The traffic and the hard thumping of the club music coming from below. And the sounds as he removed the remainder of his clothes. My nipples were rock hard, the breeze almost painful. I could easily tell he wasn’t into romantic interludes or hiding behind the façade of foreplay. Our encounter would be rough and passionate, dirty and sinful.

Just like I’d craved.

He was making a point, taking what didn’t truly belong to him. Would he use it against me at a later date? Perhaps, but he’d face my possible wrath in doing so.

When he walked in front of me seconds later, the gift of seeing his body completely devoid of clothes left my mind spinning and my mouth watering. I was shocked at the insane sounds coming from my throat, the excitement as I gazed at his thick cock entirely evident. The colorful art continued crisscrossing over one shoulder onto his sculpted chest, the intricate scroll in black and red. I allowed my face to fall to the deep V between his hips, leading to the huge cock already fully aroused.

I was so fearful I whimpered, biting my lower lip before continuing my heated exploration. He had several scars that had been carefully hidden by various tattoos and I knew that all of them had a story, ones I suddenly wanted to hear.

He seemed pleased by my reaction, rubbing his hand against my cheek in a loving manner.

“Aren’t you a wild little girl? Where have you been hiding all this time, Sophia?”

“In a prison.”

“Mmm… Then I suggest we break you free of the chains keeping you in that gilded cage.” He walked closer, wrapping his hand around the base of his cock then tapping it on one of my cheeks then the other. “Now, little princess. Open your mouth.”

CHAPTER 8

Mattia

Destiny.

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