Page 27 of Wicked

As he looks down, feet from me, I cover myself with my hands. One hand sits over my unused folds, the other over my breasts.

Our eyes hold, and both of us appear defiant. Push back now, or you never will!Do it, girl!

I drop my hands to my sides, and I lift my chin and gulp. Dante can now see all of me below the water, as the bubbles have dissipated.

I gulp and steel myself as my nipples harden. I get even more wet. “You don’t intimidate me.”

Dante keeps staring down at me, as if contemplating.

His eyes travel down my naked untouched body, and something inside him growls. My nipples harden even more, and my stomach tightens. It is not hot. It is wicked.So darned wicked.

Like him!

I hate the fact that I’m wet and turned on, as the gorgeous bastard looks me up and down. As he takes in my curves, his eyes seem to darken. They seem to change, as if getting darker and darker.

The energy excites me, and here and now if he asked me to touch myself, I would not hesitate. As my heart and clit pound, I imagine him stretching me wide. His eyes return to mine, and he crosses his thick arms above his six pack.

“Satisfied?” I ask with steely eyes.

His eyes penetrate me, and I gulp.

“That’s the thing, darling. You. Could. Never. Satisfy. Me!”

I lash out fast, and I toss the wet soft body scrubber at him. He catches it with ease as he steps backwards slowly. He throws it straight back, and it lands on my lower stomach.

Actually, near my folds.

The rogue then spins, and he heads for the door. He pauses, and with his hand on the door handle, he speaks huskily.

“Do you trust me?”

“Not in the slightest,” I huff. The arrogant brute turns off the light, leaves, and closes the door. I am now in complete darkness, and I yell, “Hey!”

After a long huff, I notice the moon rising across the Mediterranean Sea. It is a perfect view and an amazing way to see it. The moon and sea are spectacular, and the brute must have known. I huff, flustered. I am turned on, I am excited, and I am frustrated.

“Bastardo,” I mutter. “Arrogant Bastardo.”

12

DANTE

As the sun rises, I’m more than disturbed about preparing to sell the castle. I’m disgusted about it. It cannot leave the family. I just need time to find a way to keep it. Wishing I knew earlier, I consider my options, and fast.

It’s now clear my aunt, uncle, grandmother, and parents could all do with the funds from a sale, and times change.

I get that, and a path will clear. I will find a way. I’m just pissed I gave my word to my grandfather that I would not directly use my wealth to buy it or get involved financially.

I built my fashion empire from nothing into a fifteen billion dollar colossal in only a decade. I have another five billion in real estate and investments in opposition fashion brands no one knows about.

It has been exhausting, but a way will soon form to retain the castle.

As I consider that in the villa’s dining room, the virgin enters. The woman is not only distracting me from my CEO duties, but she is also about to distract me from the vital family situation, and she may even crash my celibacy party.

I cannot afford to be distracted by a virgin, or anyone, however sweet they may taste.

As I remember her naked in the bath last night, my gut tightens, and I start to get hard. Herflawless untouched bodywas stunning.

She smiles as I sip my coffee and fight for calm. I cannot help myself and I provoke her. “Did the fair maiden sleep well or toss about?”

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