“Let me go in two months. I mean, one month. You can have me for one month. Do anything you want. All those dirty thoughts floating around in your head can be a reality. For one month. Then let me go. You don’t want the trouble I bring anyway.”
He leans forward until his lips brush against mine, the water dripping down his face and rolling onto mine. I shiver.
“No.”
My heart stops. He said no, but I don’t care about his answer. I care about what I want. I want sex.
My lips close the gap, needing his lips on mine. He doesn’t hesitate. He kisses back with the force of the universe pushing us together. I don’t understand the attraction between us. It’s not like the attraction between Roman and me. This is different. Very, very different. It’s all-consuming.
I can’t think about escaping when I want to go deeper into his abyss. I want him more and more until I no longer feel like myself except when our lips are locked. I’ve never felt like myself until now.
I should have learned my lesson. Relying on a guy to make me whole is what landed me in trouble. I was raped and abused because I trusted a man with more than he had earned. But Caspian saved me. He’s not evil. And it’s just sex.
The sex will eventually get boring. We aren’t together. We aren’t a couple. Eventually, Caspian will let me go. And then I can find my own life, without a man.
“What do you want, Gia?” he asks as he presses me against the back of the shower. The cold tile presses against my back. He’s asking if I still want my freedom. How can I say it’s what I want when all I can think about is his body? I’m not sure when I will be ready to give him up. One month won’t be long enough. I don’t even know if two months would be long enough.
“Freedom, I want freedom. I just don’t know how to get it,” I whisper.
“I do. Let me take you away from everything.” He doesn’t wait for me to respond. He kisses down my neck as he palms my breast. I’ve never had shower sex. Never felt the slick water racing down my face. Never been with a man who is half monster and half angel.
But that is exactly who Caspian is.
My body comes alive under his touch. I forget about everything but him. He’s right that it feels a lot like freedom. At least it does in my head, even if my body isn’t really free.
His eyes rage with lust as I writhe under his touch.
“You have the body of a princess,” he says, lowering how mouth to my nipple to lick the sensitive bud.
I arch my back, needing more of the flickering
he’s doing with his tongue.
“And the heart of a warrior.” He releases his latch and sinks his hand between my legs. He hits my favorite spot without even trying.
I see the look of something darker in his eyes. He wants more than what he’s about to do to me. This time is for me. But if I want to win this game we are playing, I will have to give into his desires. Is he as twisted as Dante?
No, but he said he was worse. I still don’t know what that means, but I plan on figuring it out.
Right now though, I just need the release of freedom he promised.
His cock pushes into my stomach, and I ache to have him inside me.
But he’s patient. As much as my body presses against his, needing to feel his slick length inside me, he won’t let me until he says so. He may not seek everything he wants when he’s with me, but he still has the control.
“Come, Gia,” he commands as his fingers slide inside my slit while his thumb presses the button to build me.
“Conti!” I cry as an orgasm rolls through me.
His eyes blaze as he watches me follow his command. I pant for several seconds, trying to get my hold on reality again.
“How do you do that?” I ask breathing slightly more regularly, but his hand is still buried inside me.
“The question you should be asking is why. Why do I do that when I should be punishing you?”
“But—”
I don’t get to speak. His mouth covers mine, taking my voice and any thoughts with me.