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Viola couldn’t answer. Her mind went completely blank, overwhelmed by the intense heat radiating from his body and the hard length pressing insistently against her. A soft, breathless whimper escaped her anyway. His fingers slipped just a fraction of an inch inside her panties. He didn’t go lower. He just circled the edge, teasing her with the absolute threat of going deeper—drawing a slow, deliberate circle right over the soft, warm fabric covering her pussy. The barest graze of his fingertip against the outer lips through the lace made her hips jerk. “I asked you a question,” he whispered darkly, breath hot against her ear. “Does this pretty little pussy get wet when I put my hands on you?” Without breaking contact, his other hand slid directly under her sweater as well. He moved his large hand up her bare ribs, sliding over the fabric of her bra until he found the tight peak of her nipple. He pinched it firmly between his fingers through the lace and gave it a sharp, deliberate t

Viola bounced once against the mattress, a startled cry catching in her throat. Before she could push herself up, he was there—one knee braced on the bed, the other foot still on the floor, his body blocking out everything else. He reached out, his large hand capturing her jaw. He didn't hold her tight enough to hurt, but his grip was firm enough to squish her cheeks together, forcing her swollen lips into a soft, helpless pout. He stared down at her face, his amber eyes burning with a dark, suffocating hunger. “I thought I would give you more time,” he murmured, voice low and rough with something that made her stomach clench. “More time to get used to the idea of belonging to me. “But you woke something, Dulzura.” His thumbs stroked once along her lower lip, stretching the pout further. “And I am done waiting.”Then his mouth claimed hers.The kiss was deep and hungry, almost punishing. Sebastian’s tongue swept past her parted lips and took control as if it had every right. Viola’s

Viola’s wrists were still tangled in the sweater. She struggled uselessly for a second. Sebastian noticed. In one quick, almost impatient motion he freed her arms completely, tossing the sweater aside. Then the lace was gone too—peeled down her thighs and off.She was completely naked beneath him.Sebastian sat back and looked at her.His gaze traveled slowly, thoroughly, from the messy hair and kiss-swollen lips, down over the marked collarbone and flushed breasts, the soft stomach, the neat thatch of hair between her legs already glistening with her arousal. He looked like a man who intended to devour every inch.Viola could not meet his eyes. She turned her face into the pillow, thighs pressing together restlessly. The ache between her legs was almost painful now—hot, empty, desperate. She wanted his hands on her. She needed them.He gave her no more time to hide.Sebastian’s hand slid between her thighs and pushed them wider. The cool air of the room touched her exposed pussy and s

“Suck.”She opened for him on instinct. The taste of her own arousal lingered on his skin as she closed her lips around the digit and sucked gently. His eyes darkened further.“Mateo,” Sebastian said, voice flat and lethal, “I don’t care if the world is burning. We will talk later. Not now.”A pause. Then Mateo again, quieter but firmer. “Jefe… Madam is here.”The temperature in the room seemed to drop ten degrees.Sebastian went perfectly still. The heat in his eyes vanished as if a switch had been flipped, replaced by something cold and distant. He slowly withdrew his thumb from Viola’s mouth. For a long moment he simply looked at her—naked, flushed, marked, still trembling from the orgasms he had given her—as if committing the sight to memory.He leaned down, pressing a quick, completely emotionless kiss against her swollen lips."Get dressed," he ordered flatly."What?" she whispered, her voice cracking.

Alessandra walked swiftly down the private corridor, bypassed the elevators, and stepped out into the cool night air where her black luxury sedan waited.The driver opened the rear door. Alessandra slid into the plush leather seat.Once the door clicked shut and the car pulled smoothly onto the dark street, she raised her right hand into the dim interior light.Between her manicured fingers rested a single, long strand of dark hair that she had discreetly plucked from the collar of Sebastian's shirt when she had embraced him earlier.Black. Wavy. Long.Alessandra rolled the delicate strand between her fingertips, her blue eyes narrowing into venomous slits.A woman's hair.A quiet, dangerous fury coiled in her chest.She looked toward the front seat, meeting the eyes of her personal guard in the rearview mirror."Find out who Sebastian is spending his time with these days," Alessandra commanded, her voice an icy, razor-sharp purr. "Who is coming and going from his sight. I need every