"If only you could hear every depraved thought in my mind,” he replies.
He lifts his hand and flicks his wrist. Without him having to say a word, all the staff leave the restaurant, closing the door behind them.
My heart starts racing in my chest.
This is it. My final moment.
"Are you going to take my life?" I ask, lifting my chin.
"Where's the fun in that?" he says. "I like having you around."
"If you're going to do it, make it quick," I say.
"I prefer to take my time," he says, his eyes dropping to my lips.
With just a glance, he lights me on fire. There's a deep tug inside my core. I try to hide it, but I can see from the smirk on his face that he noticed the shift in me.
It takes me right back to last night.
The darkness in his eyes. The filthy words he whispered into the night. The way he had my panties wrapped around his big, hard cock as he watched me.
"You can throw every diamond ring into the ocean, but it won’t change what’s coming,” he says. "And when we're out in public, you will show me respect. What you just pulled won’t be tolerated.”
"You're a fucking monster," I say, taking a deep breath.
He stands and closes the distance between us.
I rise to my feet too, but he towers over me. The rush of emotions coursing through my veins is confusing to say the least. My heart is soaring. Every drop of blood inside me sings his name. My body aches for his touch.
“Yet it doesn't stop you from wanting me, does it?" he asks.
"I don't want anything to do with you,” I say.
He moves toward me, sealing the remaining inches between us. I take a step back until my back is pressed against the railing.
Our bodies are flush together now.
"Your mouth says one thing, but your body says something else altogether," he says, sliding his fingers into my hair and tugging on the strands. "Can't you make up your mind,piccola?"
His eyes roam down my body. I follow his gaze. Heat rushes to my face when I see that I'm arching into him, pushing my breasts against his muscular torso.
He leans down and brushes his mouth against my ear.
"You're so tiny against me," he says. "I bet you’d fit around me like a fucking dream."
"You're a sick man," I say. But there's no fire to my words. I can hardly think straight because I'm so consumed by my desire and his danger.
"And that turns you on, doesn't it?" he says. "It's why you're so drawn to me. You know that only a man like me can give you what you need."
"I want nothing to do with you," I clip out.
He wraps his thick forearm around my waist and spins me around. His hard length is branded against my ass now. I can feel it pulsing with need.
"Let's check, shall we?" he says.
I'm pinned between his body and the railing. He bunches my white dress in his fist and tugs it up my thighs. My entire body is trembling now. I can't hide the way my body reacts to this man.
He slides his hand between my thighs and squeezes my pussy in his calloused grip.
