“Well, good. Let’s go downstairs where your family is waiting for us.” She blinked innocently as I passed in front of her, but Isla was anything but innocent. She knew how to play with me. Taunt me. Challenge me.
I fucking loved it.
“Bend over,” I ordered as I stopped behind her. I ran my nose through her silky hair and my lips glided along her satin nape.
“And wrinkle my dress? I don’t think so.” She laughed, tilting her head to peer at me. The gesture made her bangs fall over her smoldering eyes. Yes, she wanted me as much as I wanted her.
I gripped her arm and spun her around to face me. She gasped in surprise and her mouth gaped open.
Our lips were so close, our breaths mingled and transported me to my tropical paradise, where we ran naked in the thick, sultry air.
Her beguiling essence wrapped around me in a vice-like embrace. I had to have her. Right. Fucking. Now.
“Get on your knees,” I told her in a demanding voice.
“Kiss me first, then maybe I’ll consider it.” She arched her eyebrow challenging me.
The corner of my lip twitched at her defiance.
Cursing in Italian, I spoiled the decadent air between us and curled my fingers into tight fists. Isla drove me mad. Out of control crazy. She was far more dangerous to me than I was to her.
My cock strained against the zipper of my expensive trousers, trying to burst free of its confinement. No woman ever made me so painfully hard as Isla.
But again, she learned how to play my game. How to torture me with her words and voice. How to make me yield with only a look. I hated and loved it all at once.
I instantly snapped.
Gripping the back of her neck, I crushed my lips to hers. I was far from gentle. Isla wouldn’t want me to be delicate and tender with her. She liked when I devoured her mouth the same way I did her pussy. Like a feral, starved beast.
Biting and sucking.
Marking my territory with my teeth.
Owning every inch of her.
“Yes,” she moaned the single word as arousal swept through her. She was as affected as me during our little game.
Before every party at my family’s multi-million-dollar estate, we fucked and called it the pre-party.
I released Isla, stepped back, and unlatched my belt. She watched, panting and trembling with excitement as I dropped my pants and boxers to my ankles.
“On your hands and knees,My-la.” Theendearment I’d given her floated effortlessly out of my mouth like angels sailing through the sky.
My-lawas a symbol of adoration, not a show of possession. She wasn’t an object to be owned. She was a gift to be cherished. But I often mixed up the two.
She obeyed and dropped onto all fours before me. Desperation shone in her eyes as she glanced over her shoulder at my oozing, swollen cock.
Isla wanted me inside her just as I wanted to be buried to the hilt in her irresistibly, tight heat. In a moment, we’d both get what we wanted.
I had every intention of making her scream my name loud enough for my siblings and the catering staff to hear. I didn’t need to worry about Padre. He was in Italy on business. He didn’t come to our estate in Southern California often. He rarely attended these events and much preferred to stay in Canada.
Lowering onto my knees behind her, I lifted her dress. A string of Italian obscenities spewed from my mouth at the sight before me.
No panties. No G-string. No obstacles to conquer.
I groaned, kissing her pert ass and ran my hands up the backs of her silky thighs.
The little tease had come prepared like a good girl.
