“What the hell are we supposed to know?”
“You already claimed me. You said I was all yours.”
“During sex.”
“Don’t lie.”
Do I want this?
Yes, but?—
Your family will never accept this. You’d turn against them for what?
A chance at happiness.
More like a chance this’ll fucking explode in your face and leave you with nothing.
“I’m not.”
His hands grip my ass like steel claws. In a weaker person, it would be excruciating. He’s not careless. He knows what I can manage. He brings our lips together, and I don’t stop him when he practically swallows me whole.
I couldn’t even if I wanted to.
He doesn’t relent, not even when I give in and let him take control. With an arm around my waist, he flips us, so I’m lying on the sofa.
“If sex is all I’m good for…”
He thrusts into me over and over.
“Daddy, please!”
His smile is pure sin.
“Now you remember. You’d never call me that if this was just about getting off. You have two hands and a vibrator for that. I liked the purple.”
Of course, he found that when he searched my room. I was mortified but said nothing. There was no point. He couldn’t unfind it.
He pulls the belt loose from his robe and binds my hands like he did in the hotel, except this time, he bends my arms and presses my wrists between my breasts. With my belt knotted with his, he soon has me in some makeshift Shibari-style halter. The belts loop around my breasts, accentuating them while keeping my arms locked in place.
If I told him to stop, he would. I don’t doubt that for a moment. He could gag me, and if I snapped, he would end this. But I make no move to do that. My hips rise and fall to his cadence while our gazes are locked.
“Admit it,chiquita.”
I shake my head.
“You’re brave enough to fuck me and to kill me, but not to admit we have something real already. You’re a coward.”
My eyes widen as the air whooshes from me. Now I fight against him. Calling me a coward is tantamount to saying I have no honor. In our world, that’s nearly the worst slight anyone can issue. He knows that.
“Take that fucking back, Jandro. I won’t forgive you if you don’t.”
“You’re too scared of what our families will think and say to admit you want me as much as I want you.”
“We barely know each other.”
“You know more about me than most people outside my family. I may not have shared every detail of my past, but I’ve told you some. That’s more than any woman’s ever gotten. Why’s that? Because you fucking matter to me. It’s why I haven’t killed you and have offered my protection instead. You were brave enough to tell me the truth about the assignment, but now you turn into a?—”
“Don’t say it again. I seriously won’t forgive you.”
