“Why?”
Violetta blinks at me until she pulls herself from her stupor. “Because we…and you…this is…” She groans in frustration and then takes a deep breath. “I’m mad at you and don’t want to be around you.”
This is another one of those few times I don’t relish hearing the truth.
“Your pussy is definitelyaround me, my cock to be exact, and I’d say you’re far from mad at me if the way you came all over me is any indication.”
She shoves me relatively hard considering the differences in our strength and size. “You don’t have the right to treat me like shit and then fuck me whenever you want. It doesn’t work that way.”
My palm is on her ass before she can form another sentence. The slapping of flesh is muffled by her robe and nightgown, but the sound of her strangled cry isn’t. My hand tingles a little, her ass even more so I assume.
“I’ve been meaning to correct you about your language,” I say. “It’s one thing to utter an expletive when you’re scared or hurt, but you’ve developed quite the habit, especially when speaking to me. I won’t allow that type of disrespect,ribelle.”
“You’re the reason I’m using those words, because you frustrate the shit out of me.”
I swat her ass and she starts in my arms, then glares at me.
“That’s enough. Behave yourself.”
“You first,” she mutters.
Inwardly I grin at her petulant behavior because I adore the feisty side of Violetta’s personality. But if she knew that, she’d be impossible to deal with, leaving me vacillating between wanting to punish her and kiss her smart mouth.
I slowly get to my feet with her in my arms and she hugs my neck. “I’m not going to let you fall and get hurt,” I whisper in her hair. She smells like violets, sex, and me. My cock stirs inside her.
She tucks her chin, dropping her gaze. “You’ve already done it once, so why wouldn’t you do it again?”
I halt my climb up the stairs and bring my gaze to hers. “Would you care to repeat that?” She shakes her head, but her eyes are still shimmering with anger. And pain. A sharp twinge slashes through my chest at the sight. “I didn’t think so,” I say.
After returning to her bedroom and shutting the door, I ease her onto the bed and then slowly withdraw from her tight body, already regretting it. Violetta stares up at me and her eyes roam my face, searching for something. I’m about to question her over it, but she’s quick to shimmy up the bed and away from me.
“Don’t move,” I say.
I head to the adjoining bathroom, retrieve a washcloth, and then dampen it. When I’m standing on the side of the bed, looming over Violetta, I glance at her closed legs and then quirk a brow. Her mouth pinches at the corners, but she spreads her thighs for me.
Just like she always will.
“You don’t need to do that,” she grumbles. “I can do it myself. It’s my body, you know.”
I smile and continue wiping her inner thighs. “Actually, it’s mine and the sooner you accept that the easier this will be.”
“What will be easier?” She bites her lip when I run the wet material over the entrance of her cunt and her cheeks flush. “You know what? It doesn’t matter because I’m not staying here much longer.”
My hand stills, nestled between her legs, and I jerk my head up. From the stubborn set of her chin to the rebellious glint in her eyes, Violetta is dead serious.
And she’s dead wrong.
“Is that so?” I say slowly. She nods, but some of her bravado diminishes under my withering gaze. “Where are you going? And if you speak Benito’s name even once, I will spank your ass until it burns and then fuck it so you can’t breathe without suffering.Hai capacito?”
“But that’s what you believe, isn’t it?” she asks, her voice laced with caution.
I exhale and then go back to cleaning her off. “I wasn’t sure at first, but I know the truth now.”
I didn’t believe Violetta about Benito earlier, but after hearing her heartfelt confession of love for me—that I felt burrow into the depths of my darkened soul—I knew the truth.
She’s only been with me and has no interest in anyone else.
At least not right now.
