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“Yes. Oh, yes.”
The moment I buried my face into her wetness, she threw her head back, her body already shaking involuntarily.
The sweetness of her nectar was more incredible than it had been before, and I couldn’t seem to get enough. I dug my fingers into her hips before thrusting my tongue into her wetness.
She was my weakness, but also a woman who could awaken me from the dead, from a darkness I believed was the only possible method of living.
And I would stop at nothing to keep her safe.
However, it was entirely possible the storm brewing between us, the need that refused to be denied would heal me.
“What do you want from me?” she asked.
“Everything. Make no mistake, my beautiful Maria. I am going to violate you in every filthy way imaginable. Then I’ll do it all over again.”
CHAPTER 18
Maria
The way the sexy man spoke of violating my body reminded me of something I’d heard a long time before, the kind of sensual message that every woman wanted to hear yet few were willing to take a chance to taste. Fear of rejection wasn’t a motivator when it came to showing vulnerability to someone you hungered for. In my case I had a terror of unmasking my secrets including those that had nothing to do with the charade.
Daniel was everything I’d tried to hate my entire life, yet the one man I longed to share passion with. It was ugly yet beautiful at the same time.
I’d cemented a padlock of hatred when he’d locked and kept me in the room for over three days. Every curse word that existed in several languages had been sworn out loud, even yelled at the top of my lungs. I was shocked the entire house hadn’t overheard me. Maybe the walls were soundproof.
Now everything was different, the man’s touch and booming voice, the fact he’d watched me for hours not easily shoved aside. It was as if all the anger and hatred for the man had faded away, no longer possible in my mind. His touch was enigmatic, the jolts of current constant. My pulse was racing, my vision foggy, and my mind a blur of wants and needs.
Daniel was a force to be reckoned with, a powerful man who refused to take no for an answer. I continued to have difficulty breathing, trying my best to stay focused on the moment, but the sensual effect his tongue was having on my aching pussy was driving me to an intense moment of bliss and madness.
He’d opened up to me more than I thought he was capable of, providing me with details that I doubted he’d ever told anyone. Did it make me feel special? To some degree, but there was much more to the man than what he would allow anyone to see, including possibly himself. What I hadn’t realized until just a few moments earlier was that he was fighting his own set of demons just like the rest of us were. Maybe it was true that money couldn’t buy happiness.
It also seemed as if he believed I could cure him of whatever darkness lurked in his soul. If he had one.
I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think clearly as he drove his tongue between my slickened folds. The pleasure was overpowering, keeping me lightheaded and full of more need for someone than I’d ever experienced in my life. It was as if my thoughts were no longer my own, much like my identity was forever locked with a woman I now couldn’t stand.
What I did know is that he was the sexiest man I’d ever laid eyes on. Even the cologne he’d chosen for the night was breathtaking, leaving my mouth watering and my senses on overdrive. So exotic.
So animalistic.
He would shower me with attention then he would taste me.
Take me.
Fuck me.
Chain me.
I shivered to my core at the thought. But dear God, I wanted it more than anything. It was crazy to think a little over a month prior, I’d been struggling to pay my bills or to find the time to take my mother to her appointment. Now here I was living in the lap of luxury. It was crazy, but the wildest thing of all was how much I enjoyed being around my new husband. He wasn’t anything like I thought he would be, other than dangerous.
My grip on his shoulders tightened, my body shivering with the roar of passion. I was in such a state of nirvana that it was impossible to resist the longing. Waking to find him watching me, with his shirt open and his feet bare and the intense look on his face screaming of roaring desire, had awakened the woman inside of me. Yet right now, I wasn’t Maria the Italian princess but Margot, the all-American girl who’d never allowed herself to believe in such craziness as Prince Charming.
“Oh, God. I can’t believe that…” I couldn’t even finish the sentence, the incredible sensations blocking out all ability to speak.
He blew across my pussy before driving several fingers inside, using his thumb to tantalize my already aching clit. I was certain I would pass out from the rush of pleasure, my body swaying in his hold. The moment he pulled the tissue of my tender bud into his mouth, I lost it completely, the orgasm powering up from my toes, driving into every muscle and heating my blood to a boiling point.
“Mmm…” he growled, the filtered sound floating into my ears exactly what I needed to feel utter freedom. The realization was as impossible to grasp as all the good fortune that had been bestowed on me.
“Yes. Yes. Yes…”
