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Her tear-bright eyes clashed with his furious ones, the two of them locked in a silent standoff as their chests rose and fell in harsh, uneven breaths.
“I won’t stop,” he sneered, the threat curling easily off his tongue.
Her chin trembled. Her lips shook. Still, she held his gaze, defiant even through the tears clinging to her lashes.
When she remained silent, he dipped his head, pressing his mouth to the delicate curve of her neck. Feather-light kisses traced the crook of it, unhurried and deliberate. His ragged breath brushed her ear, sending a shiver through her that curled her toes as she bit down hard on her lower lip to keep from making a sound.
“Admit you’re lying,” he murmured hoarsely, his kisses drifting lower, igniting sparks along her collarbone. “Say you still love me. Then maybe I’ll stop.”
“I’m not lying!” she snapped, stubborn and fierce, like a child refusing to yield.
“Then nothing can stop me,” he growled.
The hand braced beside her head began to move slow, sensual gliding along her arm, down her side, brushing the curve beneath her breast before settling at her waist. His fingers dug into her skin possessively.
Sofía trembled beneath him, fragile as a leaf in a storm. The heat, the sparks, the overwhelming pull it was maddening. Still, she fought it.
His thumb traced her ribs, and panic flared sharply inside her as it drifted to the lower edge of her bosom. She clenched her thighs, instinctively trying to curl inward, but he abruptly pressed his weight down, pinning her in place.
A sharp gasp tore from her lips as the sparks exploded through her. She was crushed beneath him.
She squealed when his teeth sank into her neck rough, possessive before he soothed the spot with nibbling kisses and slow suckling. Her breathing turned ragged, her heart pounding so violently in her chest she was sure he could hear it, could feel it, like it was about to shatter her ribcage.
“S-stop,” she stammered.
Fernando lifted his head, his gaze locking onto hers. “Confess your love,” he said flatly, his expression unhinged lust-fueled, relentless.
“I will not,” she replied coldly.
His jaw tightened, a muscle ticking sharply, and in that instant she knew she’d made a mistake.
“Fine,” he said darkly. “Then I’ll devour my mate tonight.”
Before she could react, his mouth crashed onto hers in a blistering, searing kiss. She turned her face away, but he caught her jaw, forcing her back, kissing her deeply.
It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t tender. It was punishing bruising like he was trying to brand the truth out of her. His tongue pressed insistently against her lips, demanding entry. She resisted.
A jolt of electricity tore down her spine when his large hand cupped her breast and squeezed roughly. A gasp slipped free before she could stop it.
He took the opportunity, slipping his tongue into her mouth, devouring her inch by inch.
She fought not to respond, fought the way her body betrayed her, but another violent jolt wracked her when he pinched her nipple through the fabric of her dress. She writhed beneath him, helpless, breathless.
He kissed her like a starving beast. Dizziness crept in from the lack of air, and only then did he finally pull away.
Releasing her wrist, his hand moved south. He yanked her dress upward and cupped her intimately, possessive and dominant.
Sofía jolted hard, her numb hands clawing at his shoulders as though they were the only thing keeping her anchored.
“S-stop,” she stuttered, desperate to sound unaffected but the hand on her breast and the one between her legs shattered her resolve.
He rubbed her roughly, drawing a broken whimper from her.
She was soaked. He could smell it. Sense it. She wanted him. She loved him. And she was lying.
She grabbed his hand, trying to force it away, but it only enraged him. His fingers pinched her sensitive bud through her panties, tearing a cry of unwanted bliss from her throat.
“S-stop!” she screamed.
He didn’t pause. Didn’t hesitate. When his fingers traced her through the fabric, brushing her intimately, she knew this had gone too far.
The moment he shifted the cloth aside and his fingers touched her bare folds, sparks exploded.
A moan escaped her.
“I love you,” she gasped, breathless. “I… I was lying.”
She opened her eyes slowly, meeting his.
A smug expression spread across his face.
She barely had time to register it before her eyes flew wide and her mouth parted as he slid a finger inside her.
“Now comes your punishment,” he said coldly.
Her entire body shook as his finger moved within her.
“So fucking tight,” he growled.
Sofía dissolved into a trembling, panting mess as the pressure inside her coiled tighter and tighter. Her body responded despite her will, and moments later she shattered—her first orgasm ripping through her as her body convulsed, eyes rolling back.
Fernando watched in pure, wicked ecstasy. The sight of her unraveling for him filled him with pride. Two minutes that’s all it took. She was exquisitely sensitive, and he relished every second of it.
When she finally came back to herself, she stared at him in horror, heat flooding her cheeks and ears.
She looked like a tomato.
Quickly, she adjusted her panties and dress, scooting away without meeting his eyes.
He caught her arm and pulled her back.
“Stay on the bed,” he warned quietly. “If I come back and you’re gone, no one will be able to save you from me.”
He disappeared into the bathroom, leaving her shaking in his wake. When he returned from the cold shower, she was sitting silently on the couch.
A smirk tugged at his lips submission looked good on her.
He wore only his sweats, water droplets sliding down his bare skin.
“Let’s sleep, doll,” he murmured, stalking toward her like a predator.