I watch as his body stiffens but his face remains neutral.
“And?”
“Is someone trying to come for me?” I ask but he doesn’t respond or even look away. He just stares at me with an eyebrow raised.
“I deserve to know if my family is trying to speak with me,” I yell with more conviction than I thought possible. “Why am I just being locked away? I deserve to know something!”
“You will know what I tell you…when I tell you,” he growls as he stalks closer.
The movement has me involuntarily taking a step backwards. He looks angry.
“Do they want me back? Is that what’s going on? Did my uncle change his mind? Rio clearly doesn’t want me. He hasn’t even bothered to show up here and meet me. Why can’t I just go back?”
His body moves against mine, pushing me up against the wall and I’m forced to look up at him when he grips my chin in his hand.
“You’re not going anywhere, Datura. Not now. Not ever.”
I should be angry. I should be livid right now but the only thing running through my mind is the feel of his hard body against mine and the fact that he called me that nickname again.
“Why do you keep calling me a poison when you insist that I stay?”
I watch as he searches my face and close my eyes when the feel of his thumb brushes against my bottom lip.
“Was I really your first kiss?” he asks as he drags his thumb down my lip. It feels seductive but I can’t explain it. I can’t explain anything.
“Yes,” I whisper.
His hand glides down my neck and I feel his thumb brush against my nipple through the t-shirt I’m wearing. It immediately peaks, making me suck in a sharp breath.
“You’ve never been touched here.”
I’m not sure if it’s a question but I answer anyway.
“N…no.”
His hand moves further south and my brain literally short circuits.
‘Is this happening? Maybe I should do something? Move? Anything?’
I can’t though. I can’t do anything. I’m at his complete mercy right now. Just one word comes out from between my lips as I feel his hand cup my pussy from outside of my shorts and his fingers slide the fabric against my clit.
“Pl…please.” I don’t even recognize my own voice right now.
“So desperate, Datura. You don’t even realize how intoxicating you are.”
My eyes snap open and I find myself staring into the darkest shade of green. I want to tell him I’m not desperate as I glare up at him. He smirks and for a second I think he’ll shove me away. That he will laugh in my face. Instead, his arms snap tight around my waist, pulling me into him, his mouth crashing onto mine and stealing the breath from my lungs.
This kiss isn’t like the first at all. It’s ravenous and desperate. This isn’t the sweet first kiss…this is the raw and unfiltered second kiss. This is the kiss that leads to…more. His hands are all over my body, running through my hair and yanking my head back to bare my throat to him. I gasp as he bites and sucks on my neck. I whimper, the pain and pleasure tangled together as my hands clutch his shoulders, holding on for dear life.
He breaks away just long enough to drag us to his weight machines where he sits on a bench and pulls me to straddle his lap. Then his mouth is on mine again demanding I open for him.
“Please…” I moan out again as he rubs himself against my core
“Dios Mio” he curses in Spanish, as one hand lifts my shirt and I feel him suck my nipple into his hot mouth. Sparks ignite all over my body.
‘Holy shit,’is the only phrase running through my mind as his other hand slides through the leg of my sleep shorts and I feel his fingers brush against my core.
I’ve only ever felt my own fingers there and while I should feel embarrassed, I don’t. I arch into him, just as desperate as he said I was.
