Page 13 of Hook

“Let’s save us both the waste of time and cut to the chase, princess.”

“Don’t call me that!” she snaps.

“Isn’t it what you are? The Tesoro mafia princess?”

Gwen chews on her lip. “I’m just a girl.”

“A fucking gorgeous one,” I reply, unable to help myself.

Her lips purse. “What is it you want from me?”

I close the gap between us so that there’s merely a foot between our bodies, noticing the way her breathing labors and her eyes grow wider in anticipation. “What do I want from you, baby?” I ask, grabbing her hips and yanking her against me. “Isn’t it obvious?”

Her eyes dilate even as she tries to fight the magnetic pull that we both feel, shaking her head. “No.”

“I want you to admit the truth. Admit that you’ve played with your virgin cunt and thought about me.”

She jerks away from me, her eyes wide as she spits out, “That’s disgusting!

“Is it?” I ask, tilting my head to the side. “Or is it the plain and simple truth?”

“I’m engaged,” she says.

I move my lips closer to hers, delighting in the way hers part. “And it means nothing, because your mind can’t focus on anything but me ever since our kiss, can it?”

Her throat bobs as she swallows. “I’m marrying Piero in two weeks,” she says, her voice a little hesitant. “Stop trying to get in the middle of that, whoever the fuck you are.”

“That’s right, you don’t know my name.” I move my hand to her throat, enjoying feeling her warm, soft skin against my calloused hand. “What do you call out when you come?”

Her nostrils flare. “I’ve told you—”

I squeeze tighter. “No more lies, Gwendolyne. Tell me the truth.”

She’s defiant as she holds my gaze, staring into my eyes with a fight that makes my balls tighten and my cock harder.

“Fine, I’ll tell you what to shout out in the future.” I move my lips to her ear, nibbling on her earlobe. “Captain.”

Her brow furrows. “What?”

I lick her earlobe, making her shudder. “I said you can call me captain.”

She frowns at me. “What are you? A pirate?”

I chuckle as when Piero stole everything from me, I was homeless and had to rebuild everything from scratch. In a way, I was a pirate, stealing and bartering my way to the position I’m in now. It’s why my outfit is called The Rogues. “Perhaps,” I murmur, moving my hand across the front of her body, cupping her full breast in my hand.

“There’s something wrong with you,” she says.

“And does that mean there’s something wrong with you for wanting me?” I ask.

Her nose wrinkles in disgust, but her eyes spark with desire. “I don’t want you.”

“Keep telling yourself that,” I murmur, searching her eyes. And then I pull her against me, kissing her lips softly. “It’s a lie, and we both know it.”

Her cheeks are flushed as I pull back, and she tilts her head back slightly, as if willing me to kiss her again.

“You don’t seem too upset by me kissing you again.” I arch a brow. “I bet your pussy is soaking wet for me, isn’t it?”

She pulls her bottom lip into her mouth. “Will you tell me your name?”

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