His warning should scare me, but I choose to accept it as a challenge. Diego isn’t the only one with fire inside him, and I’m not the only one capable of being burned.
Before I can talk myself out of it, I slip the thin straps of my dress off my shoulders, then push down the matching thong. I work up confidence I don’t really feel on my way to the bathroom, my hands trembling and my pulse thumping hard in my throat. Shutting down my thoughts gives me the last push I need to walk into the bathroom.
I can see Diego through the shower glass—every inch of him gloriously naked and glistening. The shower jets are affixed in the walls as well as overhead, so he’s being soaked from every angle, water battering him like a churning storm. My insides melt and my nipples tingle as I take in the parts of him I’ve never seen before. Diego is all hard muscle, lines of definition collecting rivulets of water as they roll down his sculpture-worthy body. His back is dark with ink, but I can’t make out the designs from here. His ass is tight and firm, and his thighs are powerful.
I’m still dazzled, staring with a slack jaw, when the water suddenly shuts off. I blink, and Diego’s standing just outside the shower, holding a white towel. His eyes go molten as he looks me over, taking his time and lingering on my most intimate parts. My inner channel clenches and my clit throbs as his eyes linger on my pussy, the skin freshly waxed. His chest rises and falls with each breath, his nostrils flaring. Beads of water trickle down his body, and I can’t help following them until I’m staring at his cock.
Holy fuck. Even flaccid it’s huge—long and thick and hanging against his thigh. It starts to stir while he looks at me, filling with blood and rising to attention. I squeeze my thighs together and bite my lip, feeling like I might faint.
“See something you like, gatita?” he asks, the raspy quality of his voice like a stroke of hands over my naked skin.
I swallow and try to make my tongue move, but I can’t manage words. Now that I’m here, uncertainty has taken over again. I’ve become a deer in the headlights, helpless and at the mercy of the man with the power to destroy me.
He finishes drying off and drops his towel, approaching me with slow steps. “Is this what you came for?” he teases, taking hold of his cock and giving it a stroke. It grows harder, the tip swelling and flushing red. I can feel my own wetness on the insides of my thighs, and I’m lost to that unexplainable, magnetic pull. “Is it, Elena? You want me to bend you over and stuff you full of this cock?”
His words are disgusting and crude, and hot as all hell. Yes, I want to tell him. Yes, that’s what I want.
He’s close enough now that I can see beads of water clinging to his long, spiky eyelashes. “I told you to be careful,” he continues, reaching out to clutch the back of my neck. Heat radiates from him like a furnace. “I warned you, but I don’t think you really understood.”
I choke on a gasp as he whips me around and pushes me against the vanity to face the mirror. He holds a fistful of my hair while crowding my back, pressing my thighs into the cool porcelain. His tight grip has me up on my toes, my neck yanked back so I’m forced to confront our reflection. He looks larger naked, every rope of muscle and inch of skin both threatening and tantalizing.
“Now I have to make sure you know what you’d be getting yourself into,” he rasps, lips pressed to my ear. His breath tickles the sensitive skin of my neck, making me jerk and shudder against him. He bares his teeth and drags them along my shoulder, then gives me a stinging bite. “I’m not a gentle man, gatita. When I take you to bed, it won’t be to give you sweet kisses and make tender love. It will be to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before. I’ll take your mouth until you choke on my cock. I’ll fuck this pussy until you beg me to stop.”