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I can feel all of him now.
Hot and hard against my stomach. But still through the towel.
What the hell kind of towel is this? It needs to go. Now.
But before I can do anything about it, his other hand tangles in my hair, tilting my head back. His eyes are dark, fathomless pools of desire, and all thoughts flee.
"You are so beautiful," he says, and my breath catches.
It's not the first time I've heard that. It's not the first time I've been naked in a man's arms and heard that either.
But coming from Adrian, it's different. He's not just looking at me as some beautiful conquest. He's looking at me like he sees me. All of me. The casino queen, the daughter, the woman who was scared, the woman who is brave now.
His thumb brushes over my lower lip. "And so much trouble."
I manage a small smile. "You have no idea."
"Oh, I think I'm starting to get an idea," he says, and then he's kissing me again.
This kiss is deeper, more demanding. It's a promise of what's to come.
I meet him, kiss for kiss. I pour everything I feel into this kiss. The fear, the anger, the frustration, and, most of all, this overwhelming, undeniable want.
My body is on fire for him. My skin is tight, my nipples are hard, and the ache between my legs is becoming unbearable.
I need more.
I need him.
My hands go to the towel.
This time, he doesn't stop me.
I pull the knot, and it falls away.
I feel his cock spring out and press against my stomach, hot and hard.
I break the kiss and look down.
He is beautiful.
Long, thick, and proud. A bead of pre-cum glistens at the tip. I can't resist. I reach out and wrap my hand around him.
He muffles a groan against my neck, and I feel him twitch in my hand.
"Caterina," he breathes.
"Shhh," I whisper, echoing his own words back to him.
I start to move my hand, slowly, learning the feel of him. He is hard as steel, but the skin is so soft.
His hands are on my hips, his grip tight, like he's holding on for dear life.
I look up at him.
His eyes are closed, his face a mask of pleasure.
A wave of power washes over me. Me, Caterina Conti, who's spent the last few weeks, especially the last couple of days, feeling powerless, now have this strong, capable, dangerous man at my mercy.
