‘A sorcerer? I thought I was your sugar daddy?’ he whispered gutturally.
Her louder gasp ended in a scream when he surged inside her without warning, filling her so completely, Lotte feared she would never be whole without him again.
Valenti’s possession was unreserved and impenitent, his mastery complete.
‘Have I achieved the impossible and rendered you speechless?’ he taunted thickly as he dragged his tongue across one peaked nipple, then wrapped his lips around the aching bud, drawing another gasping cry from her.
Her defiance had withered away beneath the onslaught of incoherent pleasure, her only response as he increased the tempo of his thrusts, to scream her pleasure as she tumbled into bliss once more.
It would’ve been easy to place blame at her feet for his current predicament. But Valenti was used to standing tall and firm in the face of accountability.
So yes, he was equally, if not fully responsible for this. He’d clearly seen the red line stamped with the ‘do not cross’ sign. And he’d arrogantly and wilfully stepped over it.
Accepted, his reward, thisfeastof pleasure he’d thought would be commonplace but was turning out to be breathtakingly transformative, would rank as mostly worth it.
Mostly.
Regret would come, strong and hard, later.
But no army, earthly or celestial, could’ve dragged him from her in this moment. She was Aphrodite and all the sirens of myth made flesh. And he…Dios, he was just a man. Pushed to the brink by an intoxicating mix of defiance, helplessness, innocence and sass, yes. But still, just a red-blooded man.
Her nails digging into his shoulders shoved him back into the transcendental moment.
Her slick sex tightening around him gave him the answer to his risqué teasing. The same one he’d felt when she’d said those words. He had indulged in his share of kinks. None had struck a filthy vein of desire quite like her innocent lips spouting sugar daddies.
Valenti was certain in some dark corner of the cosmos deities amused themselves with this predicament he was grappling with. What they didn’t know was that they wouldn’t be laughing for long.
He was a master at problem-solving, after all.
All he needed to do, as he’d intended when he’d brought them into this room, was to work this madness out of his system. One night, perhaps two. That was all he needed.
It was clear Lotte was crying out for attention. Andsí, he took the blame for some of that too. Had calculated that with her safety in place, a young woman like her needed little else. Clearly he’d been wrong. She’d needed answers long denied her. Closure he’d neglected to give. And physical attention too.
So he would give her the attention she so desperately sought. Wholeheartedly. Relentlessly. Until they both got their fill.
And when his men met his ultimatum and located her elusive stalker, he would remove himself from her life, as was the wisest plan.
Three years would pass in the blink of an eye.
Then he wouldfinallybe free of duty and oath.
Completely satisfied with that plan, Valenti deepened his focus on the magnificent creature beneath him. The woman who fired up his blood like he’d never known. A conundrum he was sure he was well on his way to eviscerating.
‘Come for me one more time,’ he commanded thickly.
He wanted her spent. Wanted her mercilessly slavish to pleasure so he could revel in this unholy gift he’d claimed for them both. But yes, he also wanted her mindless sohecould analyse his alien behaviour. So he could slot reason back into place.
Because Valenti Domene, the careful strategist had fled the building in the face of her persistent demands and emotional challenges. Andsanto cielo, he needed reprieve.
‘I… I can’t…’ she gasped, even as her hips rolled, chasing his, her unfettered and enthusiastic response tearing chunks through his reason.
‘You can and you will. Now,preciosa.’
‘Oh…oh!’
He watched her head thrash on his pillow, her scent and pleasure easily fracturing the last snatches of his control.
‘Valenti!’
