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Oh, sweet little Charlie, I’m going to teach you how to lose control. I’m going to teach you how to sin like only a good girl touched by the dark can, in a way that will make the angels weep.
“Delicious. How sweet your submission tastes, Miss Burke. I look forward to more of it. And if you’re wondering when that will be, how, where… don’t bother. It’s not something you can control, try as you might. You gave me your word, and you’ll stand by it. Do you understand?”
She murmured low in her throat, her mouth too wide to form words. Gently, I withdrew my hand. I wanted to hear her sweet surrender in her own voice.
Her bottom lip was puffy when I let go, and she snapped her lips closed. She seemed shocked at what had happened, her eyes shining with accusation at me.
“Are you going to pretend that didn’t turn you on? Go ahead, and I’ll prove you wrong.” I put my hand on her belly, pointing downward. “How about this,bambina. Call me a liar, and I’ll slide my hand down your panties and check. If you’re not dripping wet, then I will never, ever touch you again. In fact, I’ll call our whole deal off…you’ll be free to go, both you and Lucy. You’ll never see me again.”
She blinked rapidly. She was trying to think her way around my offer and twist it to her advantage. “You mean you’ll trust me not to talk to the cops?”
“Not even close.”
“Then why even offer?”
“Because I know I’ll win. I know your pussy will be slick and wanting, making a needy mess in your panties. I bet you prefer cotton, right? Sensible, breathable, and now…soaked with your desire for me.”
“You’re wrong. I don’t want you.”
“Then let’s test it and see. If you’re right, then you’ll walk away free and clear. But if I’m right, you’ll never lie to me again.”
She licked her lips, considering her options. My hand itched to slide lower. I needed to feel her wet folds. I was in real danger of becoming addicted to tangling with this woman, only twenty-four hours after we’d first met. I had no idea what I’d be like in a week. She'd be lucky if she wasn't chained to my bed in Casa Nera by then.
I couldn’t rule out the possibility.
I didn’t give her another moment to stall. I knew I was right. She’d shown me deep down inside her soul last night, and now I could read her. My fingers slipped under the waistband of her pants and slowly crept downward. Flames leapt higher in her cheeks when I got to her damp panties. No, not just damp.
Soaked.
I hooked them to the side and swiped a finger through her creamy arousal, then lightly brushed over her slit and hooded clit. She gasped, her mouth falling open.
“If you don’t want me, then care to explain?” My bored tone hid my raging desire.
Fuck,her pussy was hot and slick. Soft curls on her mound brushed against my fingers. It had been so long since I’d fucked a woman with hair. Hell, it had been a long time since I’d fucked in general. Even fucking could get boring, it turned out, when faces all blended into one bland mass, and shiny, waxed, and primped body parts were so interchangeable, I couldn’t have picked a woman I’d fucked out a group of her friends if my life depended on it.
The women who went after me – for money, or power, or just to make Daddy happy by creating an alliance with my family– waxed like they hated themselves. It was all so very monotonous. Diet to be slim as a board, wax until hairless, pluck, paint, nip and tuck.
Charlotte’s body wasn’t like that. She worked too many hours to spend a lot of time at the salon, and she didn’t have enough money for surgery. I’d bet her list for getting date-ready had exactly two items: taking a shower and shaving her legs.
My fingers played in the curls covering her pussy. I wanted to see it. I wanted to see it studded with white pearls of my cum.
“It doesn’t mean anything. It’s just biology,” Charlotte interrupted me from my reverie, her voice full of helpless anger.
I lapped up her emotion. She burned so fucking brightly. A light in the dark, and, like all nocturnal creatures, I couldn’t resist its pull.
“So you get wet like this whenever a man speaks to you? It’s nothing personal?” I persisted, enjoying the fury in her eyes.
She didn’t want to be proved a liar. She was ashamed of her body’s reaction. She thought something must be wrong with her to enjoy being manhandled and ordered around. She thought she was sick. She had no idea that the fever had consumed us both. I was just better at managing it.
“No! I – it’s just pheromones and chemicals,” she trailed off as I tugged on that delicious thatch of hair on her mound, just hard enough to make her gasp.
“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you’re trying very hard to use scientific jargon to explain one very simple thing.” I pulled my hand carefully from her pants, missing the warmth of her body immediately.
I brought my fingers to her lips. Her eyes widened, horrified, turned on, scared. Who even knew anymore? It didn’t matter. When she tried to twist her head away, I gripped her chin with one hand and slid my wet fingers into her mouth with the other.
“You’re attracted to me. Every time you lie about that, I’ll make you taste yourself.”
My lips hovered over hers. I could smell her musk on her breath. I needed a taste. Taking my fingers from her mouth, I swiped my tongue across her lips, and she let slip the softest moan. I immediately wanted more. Me, the man who had gotten bored of everything. It was a revelation.
