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I scoot further off the desk and move closer to him. “What if I told you it wasn't?”
He sits up in his seat. “I'd tell you that you really need to leave then, Lou-Lou.” For a moment his face softens. “If you keep this up, it won't end well. I'm not in the right state to deal with you or whatever it is that you want from me.”
Ignoring his warning, I move my foot up his thigh and I feel him start to stiffen. “What if I told you that's not true?” His eyes bore into me when I purposely graze my foot along his erection and linger there. “Because I want this right now.”
His hand tightens around the glass he's holding. “I'd say you better stop.” His eyes darken. “Because the big, bad wolf will be taking a bite out of the apple this time.”
I tilt forward and interlock my fingers around his neck. “I think you might have your fairytales mixed up there, Mr. DeLuca.”
His gaze dips to my mouth and he leans in. “I don't give a fuck.” My lips open in surprise and he flicks his tongue against mine. “Because this isn't a fairytale.”
I prop myself up on my elbows and slowly part my thighs for him. “Well in that case... maybe you should lick before you take a bite.”
His eyes rake over me and zero in on the black lace that's growing wet with his stare.
A moment later, I hear the sound of his chair sailing across the wood floor. Need coils low in my belly when he grabs my hips and yanks me until I'm falling flat against the desk.
He licks a long trail from my knee all the way up to my i
He does the same to my other leg and I close my eyes and moan— until I feel the sharp sting from his teeth sinking into my i
When his breath sweeps over my sex and he places a kiss there, I feel dizzy with want, so dizzy I almost forget my reasons for doing this in the first place.
Until I look down at him and come to my senses. “What if I told you that you couldn't have me after all, Ricardo?”
I open my mouth to add—not until he tells me why I'm here—but his deep voice cuts me off. “I'd say you were full of it.”
He nips and licks at the scrap of lace between us and I fight for air. “Because these are soaked.”
I can feel the desire radiating off him when his fingers tauntingly curl into the delicate fabric. “You wouldn't be here trying to tempt me right now if you didn't want this.”
I feel my cheeks burn when he rubs a slow circle around the wet spot and continues, “And I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't miss the way you moaned when my mouth was between your legs and want to hear it again.”
I flush everywhere when his nose nuzzles my clit and he inhales me deeply. “Or miss the taste of you and want it all over my tongue again.”
When he hooks his fingers onto the sides of my panties, I find my resolve and push his head away. “You can't have me, Ricardo.”
He looks up at me in a combination of anger and confusion, and that's when I say, “Not until you tell me the truth about why I'm here.”
Swallowing back nerves, I slip my t-shirt over my head and brush my own panties to the side, baring myself to him. “Then you can have everything. You can taste me, fuck me, and take every inch of me over and over again until you've had your fill...but not until you give me a truth.”
It all happens so fast I don't even have time to brace myself.
In one fell swoop, he flips me until I'm bent over the desk.
“Ric—”
“Shut up, whore.”
“Excuse me—”
I'm cut off by the feel of something cold and metal against my backside.
“Isn't that what you want me to say?” he questions as he grabs a fist full of my hair. “That you're here because you're my fucking whore?”
He tugs on my hair. “Are those the words you need to hear me say so I can fuck you again, Lou-Lou?”
I open my mouth to answer, but he lets go of my hair and slaps his hand across my mouth. “Or is that what you liked to hear him say before he fucked you?”
Fear crawls up my spine, because I realize what I've just provoked.
Bruno DeLuca's ghost.
I quickly shake my head but it's too late.
“I won't let you play those games and I won't let you manipulate my weakness,” he growls low and deadly. “And I damn well won't allow you to use this body of yours as a weapon against me like you did with him.”
Is that what he thinks I did with Bruno? That I purposely seduced and manipulated him into becoming crazy and obsessive?
Hot tears prickle my eyes but I steel myself.
It suddenly occurs to me that of course he does...I never told Ricardo about the conference room, or the basement.
And before things went horribly wrong between us in the conference room that day—it was pretty much what my relationship with Bruno was like. He was infatuated with me and I knew it, and although I didn't reciprocate the sexual feelings that he had for me—I desperately wanted his protection and love...so I did it anyway and used it to my advantage.
I used my body as a weapon to get him to give me what I wanted and Bruno always caved...but unlike his father, Ricardo's not going to.
The knife grazes my skin and I start to struggle but he holds me in place. “Stay still or I will cut you.”
Anger bubbles in my throat but my traitorous body buzzes with a fresh dose of arousal when he slices the string to my panties and the material falls to the floor.
“Spread your legs for me,” he says, his voice a low rasp now.
When I don't, I feel the sting of his palm against my ass and I hiss, “If you want me so bad, do it yourself.”
That reply causes another sting across my ass and I can practically feel his anger and resentment coming off him in waves.
But he's not the only one.
The hate I have for him is merging with my need for him and I feel like I'm in the third circle of hell, struggling with myself because something deep inside me is crumbling.
I know it would be in my best interest to give up, let my body go slack, and wait for it to be over.
But I can't. Because the girls who dance with the devils in the dark never back down from a fight.
My stomach twists and my head whirls when I realize that for the first time ever...this girl might like this dance and this devil.
Before I know what's happening, my face is colliding with the hard wood of the desk. It doesn't hurt too bad and I'm not bleeding, but it does cause horrible flashbacks of what Bruno did to go zipping through my mind.
He angles me so I'm wedged between his hard body and the desk and shifts me so my ass is high in the air. One large hand hovers over my neck ready to squeeze, and one thick thigh is jammed between my legs, ensuring they don't close.
The room is spi
We know who the monsters are—I remind her sharply. And Ricardo's not one of them.
He drops to his knees and I feel his stubble scraping the tender skin of my i
His thumbs spread me open for him and I stop breathing entirely when he licks one long, languid path from my pussy up to my ass and groans. “This is mine whenever I want it. Any time...any-fucking-where.” He slaps my ass again. “And I always fucking want it.”