Page 48 of Sinful Negotiations

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Page 48 of Sinful Negotiations

“Nothing,” Tessa mumbled, suddenly deflated. “Unless you can get me out of this nightmare.”

“Nonsensesenorita. You have everything a woman could want. Let me find you something to wear.”

“Jeans please.”

“Do you need assistance dressing?”

“No, just go,” Tessa murmured.

Her eyes closed as tears gathered, threatening to leak onto her pillow. When the door clicked shut, and the lock turned, sherolled onto her back. Her gaze lifted to the swirls on the ceiling as she tried to develop a way out of here.

She jumped when the door lock clicked, and Marco barged into her one private place in the whole damn house. Navy blue, linen pants covered the length of his thick legs, and a white linen shirt with half the buttons undone accentuated the fine hairs on his wide chest. His dark hair looked glossy as his gaze traveled the length of her form concealed by the blankets. “Would you join me in my office as soon as you’re dressed? Or you could come like that,” he stated with a wink.

Hiding wasn’t an option, and he wouldn’t accept no for an answer. His request was different at least, and it piqued her interest. “Of course, although I’d prefer to dress.”

“Allow me to help,” he stated, not offered, in that thick accent.

Her lips twitched. Marco had become increasingly aggressive over the last few weeks. She needed to get away from him and soon but had no clue how with guards posted everywhere and the house full of staff to clean, cook, or whatever frivolous whim he demanded. She didn’t know which was more dangerous…his blatant desire to have her in his bed, or her growing, seemingly unstoppable attraction to him.

Tessa tossed the covers aside and dashed to the bathroom with her clothes in hand. “I’ll be right out.”

Deep, male laughter floated through the locked bathroom door. “And I’ll wait.”

When she emerged, his frown provided a tiny bit of satisfaction. Marco didn’t like theAmerican unfeminine attireas he put it, but she took pleasure in irking him.

“Shall we?” He asked the question motioning to the door.

Her chin lifted. The hint of a tease laced his words, something naughty. She started to walk before him when he snatched her around the waist, pulling her onto the bed. Hisdeep chuckle caused laughter to bubble out. “Someone woke on the wrong side of the bed.”

“It’s that time of the month,” she quickly shot back.

Marco loomed above her, his mouth inches from hers. “Why do you insist on lying to me? I know everything about you.”

“My menstrual cycle? Don’t you think that’s a bit intrusive?”

His bright smile disarmed her, and the length of his hard body pressing into hers made her tingle. “No, this is intrusive.” She couldn’t do anything when his mouth lowered and claimed hers with a ferocity matching a volcanic eruption.

His tongue swept in, dueling and twisting with hers, as he explored and tried to claim her soul. His dick hardened and lengthened against her core, and his hips moved, grinding against her. His head lifted for one second. “Give me everything, Tessa. I bet your pussy is delicious.”

Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes. “Stop, Marco,” but it was ignored as he licked her bottom lip and lightly bit it, groaning against her mouth, and dry fucking her body.

“I won’t settle for anything less than all of you, Tessa,” he huskily whispered against her mouth. “I would worship this body, and make you come like you’ve never come in your life.”

Loneliness, guilt, and desire warred in a battle she was fast losing. Her gaze locked with his green eyes, eyes sizzling with intensity, and she suddenly saw him as a man, not a criminal. The revelation startled her and scared her.

On a whimper, she threaded the fingers of one hand into his hair and pulled him to her instead of pushing him away. His face tilted, but this kiss came gentle and full of longing, mutual attraction, and surrender. She kissed him as if she’d never kissed him before, and his entire body tensed.

“Stop,” she managed to whisper against his mouth and placed both hands against his shoulders, lightly pressing.

“Why?” His deep voice was hoarse with need as his lips touched her neck, and his tongue licked the tender flesh.

“I’m not ready for this, Marco.”

His sigh against her throat revealed his disappointment, but he lifted his head to gaze into her eyes. “So beautiful, Tessa. Soon your walls will crumble, and you’ll let me in.”

His hands traced her curves as he spoke, and she squirmed under his touch. “Maybe, but not today.”

A smile, another peck on her lips, and she was finally free.




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