21| Suppressed Desires

"You seem to have forgotten that I now own you, Tesoro," he muttered.

Now, Balia was flush against him, both of her palms flattened against his chest, and there was a way he had said those last words like cream was being poured on velvet cake. The word rolled out his mouth so smoothly, and Balia felt her knees weaken.

But no, she wasn't going to let this man see how his words weakened her, how his touch made her want more.

She was going crazy. Since last night, after seeing how he had fucked Cenzia, he was all she could think about, and she wished that, at this moment, he would bend her over like he had bent Cenzia over.

She was starting to get jealous. It wasn't a good feeling. "Can you let me go?"

His eyes raked down her body. She wore a light purple dress that didn't get to her knee. She remembered this dress. She had liked it the instant she saw it, mostly because of its colour, and then she wore it and fell in love with it the more.

It hugged the curve of her tiny waist, fall