Page 65 of The True Garza
Why can’t I make myself move? Why am I so weak? Like putty, from a simple frigging touch.I’m pathetic.
“I don’t want to want you,” I breathe, slowly going lax against him.
“Good luck with that.”
“I’m not yours,” I repeat uselessly while he caresses from my cheek down to my neck with the hot tips of his fingers.
Almost as if he’s marveled by me.
As if I’m hispet.
And I am, aren’t I? His to play with, command, kiss, and touch when he feels like it.
In his large palm, he cups the side of my face and lowers his lips to within a breath of mine. Anticipation prickling under my skin, I tip up on my toes and tilt my chin upward, eyes fluttering closed.
But instead of being swept up into another soul-quivering kiss, the only thing that touches my lips is his hot breath as he says, “We should get going.”
My eyes snap open.
Anger surges through me. Strong enough to break me free of his spell.
Maddening. He’s fuckingmaddening.
I shove at his chest. “Youdick.” Another shove. “Stopdoing this shit to me.” When I make to shove him again, he grabs my wrists and flips me around soI’magainst the wall. Face-first, hands pinned above my head.
And,of course, the son of a bitch is hard.
Voice low and gruff at my ear, he says, “I’ll do whatever the fuck I want with you. What part of ‘you’re mine’ aren’t you getting?”
“You think I can’t resist you, you cocky little shit?” I hiss. “This is the last time I let you mess with my head. I’m not your fuckingpet.”
“I’ll fuck you whenI’mready,” he says, as if I hadn’t spoken. “And you’ll come fast and hard; not just because you’ve wanted it since you saw me again, but because I’ve been fucking yourmindall this time. You won’t be able to help coming all over my cock the second I’m inside you. And you’ll call me Mateo ’cause you, my beautiful, dirty girl, like it rough and hard. And that’sallMateo.”
I’m all but whimpering now. “True…. Mateo…. Please.”
“What did I say?” He thrusts his erection against me again. “WhenI’mready.” He releases me. “Now, come on. We’ve got a meeting to get to.”
It takes me a hot moment to gather my scattered senses, pride, and dignity and cleave away from the wall. On weak legs, I stumble into the bedroom, muttering to myself, “You’re pathetic, London.”
“Hang on.”
My legs aren’t strong enough at the moment to stomp off in defiance, so I stop and wait.
His width and heat at my back again, he reaches around and pops the button on my slacks, then slips his hand down inside. A shudder wriggles through me when he drags a single finger along the seam of my panties.
“Soaked,” he mumbles. “Yeah, go change these first. No one’s allowed to smell this pussy but me.”
CHAPTER Eighteen
“Then stop making me hate you.”
Lonny
Although I hoped the lunchmeeting would be the last one, after two intense hours, it’s once again adjourned until dinner.
Back at the villa, I take the stairs two at a time to my room, then lock the door so he won’t be able to get in this time around.
After a long shower, I’m settling in for a nap when the doorknob rattles, followed by a deep chuckle on the other side.
