Page 46 of Corrupted Deception

But there were some lines I wouldn’t cross. Just one line, really.

I loosened my grip on her hair, not quite releasing her, but she spun anyway and looked up at me. Her lips were swollen, and her cheeks were flushed, making the sprinkling of freckles across the bridge of her nose stand out.

Even as she put up invisible walls between us, her body swayed toward me, her tits grazing my chest as she let out a heavy sigh.

“We’ve got history, Cielo, and that complicates things. I don’t do complicated. I’m sorry.”

Sorry?“Who gives a fuck about history?”

I didn’t want her sorry; I wanted her naked with her thighs spread and her pussy taking every inch of my cock.

She raised an eyebrow at me. “No part of this has anything to do with the past?—the one that got away and all that shit?”

I let go of her hair and slid my hands down to her hips, grasping lightly. It spoke volumes when she made no move to pull away.

“I’m not looking to take a trip down memory lane, Charlotte. What I want isyounaked and riding my cock until you come so hard, you see stars.” Along with a few other choice things that would make my cock very happy along the way.

Her body swayed a little more, giving her away, but she shook her head.

“I have no doubt you can get that from at least a dozen nameless, faceless women within a two-block radius. So, go get it, Cielo,” she said, motioning toward the door.

“I’m not interested in the nameless, faceless women within a two-block radius,tempesta.”I said, shaking my head.“I want what’s right in front of me, and so do you.”

Her resolve began to crumble; I could see it, fucking taste it. But when she opened her mouth to respond, her cell phone rang, just about making her jump out of her skin.

Fuck.

“Let me go, Cielo. I have to answer that.”

I almost held firm when she tugged herself from my grip, but the urgency in her body won out, and I let her go.

She flew across the room in her fuck-me heels and dug wildly in her purse. The moment she had her phone in hand, she swiped across the screen to answer it.

“¿Aló?”she said, her voice little more than a breath as she hurried across the room to the ensuite and pulled the door most of the way behind her.

I couldn’t make out what she was saying, only that the conversation seemed to morph back and forth between English and Spanish. Rather fluent Spanish by the melodic sound of it.

I took a deep breath and let it out.

It didn’t do a damn thing to calm any part of me, least of all the painful hard-on.

This was uncharted territory. Women didn’t run from me—even if, perhaps, they should have. But something had spooked Charlotte, and I was beginning to understand the ‘what’, even if the ‘why’ was elusive.

She reappeared from the ensuite and stared for the span of a heartbeat, her gaze sweeping over me from head to toe. While her eyes gave nothing away, she licked her lips like she was hungry before she dragged her gaze away.

The same urgency I’d felt from her when her phone rang was still there, and it had her eyes swiveling back and forth between me and the door and making one thing very clear: This girl was about to bolt.

“I have to go,” she said, then she stiffened her spine and straightened her shoulders like she was preparing for war.

“Where is it you have to go, Charlotte?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest while my cock threatened all kinds of retribution if I let her walk out the door.

She crossed her arms over her chest and met my gaze. “This was a mistake, Cielo. I’m going home,” she said.

But the phone call? The sudden urgency? There was something else going on here.

I dropped my arms and took two steps toward her, closing the distance between us. She didn’t flinch. She didn’t cower.

“I don’t like it when people lie to me,tempesta.”

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