Page 29 of Game of Revenge

“Something like that,” he said as he grabbed a decanter he had already filled.

“So that’s your job? Winemaker?”

“Not quite.” He smiled. “I manage an investment fund. I started by buying tequila plantations here and exporting the products. It evolved into a passion for alcohol making and distribution, so I focus on the business side of things now.”

He poured the red shiny liquid into two glasses and brought me one.

I swirled the wine a bit in the glass to get the notes flowing. I took my time appreciating the oaky smell of the wine, my taste buds enjoying the hint of sweetness. I looked up from the glass to find Alejandro too close for comfort. He was doing the same, savoring the wine, without ever moving his intense gaze away from mine.

“Hmmm, this is amazing!” I exclaimed.

“I’m glad you like it,” he said with a sensual smile, testing my sanity.

We sampled multiple wines, Alejandro explaining what was unique about each glass he poured. It wasn’t hard to do, as he had multiple Coravins, allowing him to pour small glasses of wine without opening his precious bottles.

I was in heaven.

The alcohol coursing through my veins was a pleasant feeling. But the real source of intoxication was him. Always him. His dark presence, his passion for the wine, the way he slowly drank from his glass, lingering on all the notes of the wine with his eyes slowly undressing me.

I could feel my body responding to his toxic presence, his jaw so straight I wanted to draw it with the tip of my finger. Alejandro took our empty glasses and put them on the table behind him. I already knew what he was doing—or at least I hoped. Alejandro walked back to me, his eyes burning through my soul, only stopping once his legs brushed against mine. He slowly and tenderly moved some of my curls away from my face. A burning sensation swept through me as the tips of his fingers brushed my cheek. He looked even taller in the shadows of the cave, the low light adding to his enigma and mystery. He ran his hand down my left arm, leaving goosebumps in its path. He caressed my wrist, running his fingers over my gold bracelet.

“This is an interesting piece.”

“What?” I asked, too distracted by the sensations coursing through me.

“Your bracelet.”

“Oh.”

I looked down at the antique piece of jewelry I always wore. It was a simple gold band with Aztec designs. Richard had kept a few pieces of jewelry from my mother. This one was my favorite, and I wore it every single day as a way to feel closer to her.

“It was my mom’s.”

“I gathered as much. I like it.”

“Thank you.”

“I also love your hair like this,” he whispered.

“Thank you.” I was sounding like a broken record, my lips unable to make any sound more than basic words.

“You say you don’t know me, but I know you” he added, his voice a bit hollow, his expression devastatingly ravenous.

My lips parted, inviting him, daring him. This wasn’t part of the plan, but I wanted to feel him so much, the wine reducing my inhibitions and sense of reason.

Alejandro suddenly put his right arm around my waist and took my lips with his, stealing the air from my lungs.

I urged my body to keep cool, but my hands had a mind of their own and craved feeling his muscles contract under them as he intensified his kiss, hot and wet. My fingers got lost in his hair, drawing him closer to me. Alejandro groaned and lifted me on top of the table, positioning himself in between my thighs. I felt the heat rise between my legs, my labia pounding. Alejandro abandoned my lips to bury his face in my neck, kissing, sucking, driving me mad with painful but sweet desire.

“I know you’re trying to fight it, but you want me as much as I want you.”

I let out a shaky breath. I grabbed his back and pulled him closer to me, his words unleashing something in me. Alejandro was traveling lower down my neck, getting dangerously close to my inviting cleavage.

I so wanted to feel him there.

His hands lifted my legs and pulled me closer. I could feel his length growing against me, already hard and promising so much, accelerating my pulse, making me desperate to feel him inside of me.

His hands hungrily traveled from my ankles to my knees, then to my thighs. I could feel my nipples hardening under the soft fabric. I was out of breath, so high on desire that I felt like I could explode. His hand made its way to my panties, his fingers sliding under them to touch my wet folds. I put a hand behind me for balance.