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My hips buck faster.
Soon, I’m moaning loudly.
I bite down on his sweaty neck, and he makes a growling noise of approval. “Leave a mark, beautiful. Show the whole damn island who I belong to.”
I don’t have time to think about how insane those words are.Belong to…
This just feels too good.
He presses another finger against my clit, rubbing fiercer, urging me into overdrive. I bite down so that I can taste him, his sweat, his skin, just him. In the moments before my release, it all makes sense. Nothing is complicated.
I melt for him. The pleasure pulsing through me.
Afterward, I collapse against the wall, breathing hard, feeling lightheaded.
“You’re an animal,” I say.
He chuckles, gesturing to the bite mark on his neck. “What does that make you?”
“I’m so?—”
“Don’t even think about apologizing,” he growls. “That was damn hot.”
“We shouldn’t have done that.”
“Yeah, but we did, and we should do it again.”
“I need to go,” I tell him, turning.
When he spanks my ass, I laugh, spinning on him. “Are you serious?”
“Don’t show me that plump, sexy, juicy ass and expect to get away scot-free.”
“You’re insatiable.”
“Only for you.” He grabs my chin, kisses me, then keeps his face close so that his warm breath shivers over me. “Next time, I’m going to be ready. I’ve found some protection.”
“No one said there’s going to be a next time…”
He winks. “Keep telling yourself that.”
I leave before we get carried away again. That didnotgo as planned.
Maybe that’s my fault though, somehow expecting to resist him when so far, I’ve failed every time.
My nasty little secret is that I want to fail again, and again, and again.
CHAPTER 22
DARIO
That evening, we sit around tables in the open air, palm trees all around us, tea lanterns casting a soft yellow glow that mixes with the setting sunlight. Waitstaff carry around glasses of wine. Mother nudges me and nods across the clearing when Siena walks in.
A volcanic rumble moves through me when I see her.
She’s wearing a dress the same honey shade as her eyes, her hair down to her shoulders, flowy and attractive. The dress sparkles, like the way the water sparkles when the sun bounces across it.
Mother waves.
