Page 12 of Surrendered Hearts

“Fuck,” he rasps. “Tell me you want me.”

“I will never tell you that,” I say breathlessly.

He swipes his tongue over my panties again. “Tell me.” It’s an order, and coming from a man who’s used to having his orders followed, I quiver at the thought of what he’ll do if I don’t comply.

And yet, I can’t bring myself to yield to him.

“No.”

His jaw clenches as he lifts his face.

I hold my breath and wait for his next move.

He takes hold of my hand and brings it to my panties, slipping my fingers inside and directing them inside of myself. “Do you feel how fucking wet you are?”

So wet.

Always, with this man.

“It doesn’t mean I want you.”

That dominance in his eyes flares and I swear I feel the energy in the room darken. “What does it mean, then, Emilia, if not that?” He adds one of his fingers to mine inside me and finds a rhythm that will only get me wetter. And as much as I don’t want a thing to do with this, I can’t help myself. I match his rhythm.

My back arches up off the bed.

My free hand grips the sheet.

My toes curl.

Holy. Fuck. This. Man.

I lose any ability I might have had left to deny him as he works me to orgasm.

Keeping his fingers inside me, he puts his other hand to the mattress and leans down, bringing his face close to mine. Searching my eyes, he says, “You want me, and I want to hear you say it.”

I’m going to come.

I don’t want to fucking come.

Damn him.

“Those are words you will never hear from me, Javier.”

“And yet, your cunt wants me.”

I orgasm, completely coming apart. I come harder than I have since Javier last fucked me. God damn him for being the one man who knows exactly how to pleasure me.

He watches me silently for a few moments, taking in all the ways he affects me, before moving off the bed. “I won’t restrain myself forever,dulzura.”

I slowly figure out how to draw breath again as he leaves the bedroom.

I have no doubt Javier won’t restrain himself forever.

That’s not my greatest concern here.

The fact I don’t want him to is.

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