Art follows behind me with his hands on my hips as I walk up the stairs. The fact that he took me to his penthouse speaks volumes. We’re back where we started almost three months ago. He guides me into his bedroom.
“Take off your clothes,” he whispers in my ear.
“Are you going to beat me?”
He grasps my chin and turns my head until his mesmerizing green eyes collide with mine. “Don’t make me tell you again.”
I raise my hand, rubbing my fingertips across his face because I can’t help myself. He’s a beautiful man.
“Eu te amo,”I say.
He closes his eyes as tremors overtake his body. No one will ever experience what we have—love, hate, and unrestrained passion tied together with a bloody red bow. We’re constantly on edge. One wrong move and we’ll plummet to our deaths, but what a sweet death it’ll be.
I wince when he seizes my wrist in a bruising hold.
“Witch,” he accuses.
“If I’m a witch, you’re a sorcerer.”
“If that were true, I’d be able to break the spell you have over me.”
“There’s no spell. You just don’t want to admit the truth.”
“Which is?”
“You don’t know whether to love or hate me.”
“I’m perfectly capable of doing both. I’m a multi-tasker. Now take off your fucking clothes.”
Art stands so close to me, the rapid rise and fall of his chest brushes against my back as I undress. His warm breath caresses my neck like the touch of a gentle lover and sends shivers coursing through me. A low moan full of need escapes my mouth when he takes hold of my breasts and circles his thumbs over my nipples until they form hard peaks. His tongue languidly laps at my neck as his hands move down my quivering belly. He plucks and pinches my engorged clit while his other hand descends farther to penetrate my clenching pussy with long fingers. My trembling legs give out. The only thing that stops me from dropping to the floor is Art’s hands between my legs. My orgasm is just in reach.
“Eu nunca vou ter o suficiente de você,”he says in a tormented voice.
“Nosso destino foi selado no dia em que nos conhecemos.Um não pode ficar sem o outro,”I murmur.
He abruptly steps away, causing me to fall to the floor. “You don’t get to come.”
“Fucking asshole.” I glare up at him.
“Someone’s grumpy.”
“Bite me,” I say.
“Get your ass up and go lie in the middle of the bed on your stomach.”
I struggle to walk to the bed on shaky legs.
“Hurry the fuck up. I don’t have all day.”
“I’m going as fast as I can,” I snap.
He kicks me in the ass, sending me crashing onto the bed. I throw a pillow at him, but he easily catches it and hits me in the face. Pain explodes in my nose. The soft cotton turns into a dangerous weapon when wielded with force.
“Ouch!”
“Well you started it.” He raises the pillow, preparing to strike again.
“Wait!” I say, wrapping my arms around my head.
