“You seem much less enthusiastic about the Pen than this mansion.” He’s giving me this knowing little look that has me squinting.
“What’s your point?”
He shrugs, nodding for another sip. Of course, I oblige.
“I’m just saying, if you hate it so much, why are you fighting so hard to keep it?”
“I’m not fighting to keep the prison, pajarito.” I shift to face him. “You’re right, I don’t really care about it. It’s the principle.This island is my kingdom, and I’ll be damned if someone thinks they can overthrow me.”
Angel blinks. “You mean like you did to my father…?”
He could easily be smug in his line of questioning, because he definitely makes a good point, not that I care to admit it. But he doesn’t seem to be calling me out as much as he is genuinely wondering.
“Angelito, I realize this may be difficult since you were three years old when he died, but you need to take your father off the pedestal you have him on in your mind. The man was… more than flawed.”
I sip my wine to distract from how much I dislike what I just said to him.But I’m not getting into the things he doesn’t know right now.
His eyes shift away defiantly. “Yea, well… I wouldn’t know. I didn’t get the chance to know him.”
He leans in and parts his lips, signaling that he wants more wine. Already settled into the notion of me feeding him. It’s this enticing prospect that cemented the decision to keep him cuffed, at least for a portion of our date… Because I’m much less concerned about him killing me than I am aroused as fuck by the idea of feeding him dinner.And dessert.
I give him more wine, finishing the glass myself, eyeing his mouth, dewy with red wine that I just want to taste with his flavor.
“Let’s eat, love,” I mumble, setting his glass down and forcing myself not to pounce on him. “I hope you’re hungry…”
He shifts and bites his lip.
Chuckling, I shake my head. “For food, pajarito malo.”
“Right.” He stifles a smirk. “Are you really going to leave me cuffed the whole time? I’m worried you don’t see how insane that is…”
I have to laugh again, taking his chin between my fingers. “But I want to feed you, sweet thing.”
“Fuck…” He breathes, green eyes set on my mouth. “I want you to.”
“Angel…dinner, baby,” I hum, forcing an admonishing tone to disguise how enchanted I am by his apparent feral desire to entwine our bodies until we’re one damn person. “So so naughty.”
“I wish I could say I’m sorry,” he mutters, sliding his tongue seductively over his lower lip.
And as much as I want to climb on top of him right now and spend an extended period of time devouring him, I stow my eagerness and force myself to heel. Because this is my first time doing this…Dating, that is.
I wanna do it right. Sort of.
I give him thetsk tsk. “You are being fresh, gorgeous. If you keep acting up, you won’t get dessert…” I cock a taunting brow, lashing his top lip with my tongue. Then I stand up.
His lips are parted, pupils enlarged as he pouts. “Mean.”
I laugh and shake my head. “Mira, cariño, this is my first date… I’d like to at least make it through dinner before whipping my dick out.”
“You meanourfirst date…” He tips his chin. “Right?”
I blink down at him.
His eyes round. “Wait, is this your… first time going on a date? Like, ever??”
My grin is uncontrollable. “I like that this surprises you. Do I seem like the type to date, pajarito?”
Shock fading a bit, he rasps, “No. You definitely do not. In fact, I thought you were having a stroke when you asked me…”
