Sold To Mr. Milano - Daniella Wright Page 0,41

property.”

The benefit of traveling through the countryside of Argentina for three days was all of the beautiful sights around us to take in. We rode through vast canyons with big blue mountains lined up along the horizon. My men surrounded us for protection with one of them in front and in back, and the other two on either side of us. Alicia and I were left in our own little bubble in the middle. It saved us from having to talk about anything, which would have been awkward with the others around to hear. But at night, they set their camp up at a good distance and gave us some privacy.

“Only one tent for the both of us?” she asked as she watched them prepare our campsite for us.

“Why not?”

Her eyes cut over to me with an offended glare. “You just assume I’ll climb in there with you like we’re lovers or something?”

“Aren’t we?” I grinned. “At least for now?”

She crossed her arms again and gave the same little cross pout she did over the horse debacle.

“Good God, woman. You are going to drive me mad. Look, there’s only one tent for us, okay? Do you honestly expect me to make two of them share a tent just so you can have your own? When you know damn well you’re just going to end up crawling into mine anyway. Don’t act like I wasn’t in between your thighs just last night.”

“You’re awfully sure of yourself. I can promise it won’t be happening again tonight,” she scoffed.

“Fine. We’ll sleep on opposite ends of the tent. I don’t care, just stop nagging me about every little thing.”

We sat in silence around the fire, but Alicia was about as good at staying quiet as she was at riding a horse. I could see her trying to resist the urge to talk to me out of spite, but too much was teeming up inside of her. Finally, she gave in and the words started spilling out.

“You never stop surprising me,” she remarked, sounding only a little insulting. “In some ways, you’re not what I expected at all, and in others...you’re too much of what I expected.”

“Whatever that means,” I said under my breath.

“Tell me about yourself.” It was an order, not a question or invitation I was allowed to refuse.

There was nothing else better to do than poke a stick around in the fire. So, I let out a heavy sigh and told her what she demanded to know. “I was born into a very wealthy Argentinian family with Italian ancestry.”

“That explains a lot,” she snipped. “I can see the Italian in you. A big stubborn bully.”

“I could say the same for you,” I shot back. “It wouldn’t surprise me at all to know you had some Italian in you. My mother would have liked you.”

I noticed her smile a little at that sentiment. “No, not Italian. My mother was American. She died while giving birth to me.”

I had always known Don Martino was a single father raising Alicia on his own, but somehow it seemed more real coming straight from her own lips. “I could say that explains quite a lot about you as well, you know. You act like you were raised by a man.”

Her dark eyes glinted over to me, and I could see her trying to decide if she wanted to take it as an insult or a compliment. But never ceasing to catch me off guard, she did something else entirely. She stood and walked over to me, stopping just inches from where I sat. She undid the back of her blouse and let her clothes fall down around her feet.

“Oh, but in your arms...I feel very much like a woman.”

I rose to the call, wrapping my arms around her naked body and urging her mouth open with my tongue. Trying to figure out what was going through her head at any given moment was a losing game, but I figured whatever prompted her to give in and undress in front of me like that was probably a fleeting opportunity. One that I intended to take full advantage of before she changed her mind.

I scooped her up and carried her off into the tent to give her what she wanted. Our third time together was just as exquisite as the first two times. I had my fair share of women in my bed, but it was different with Alicia. It felt like the earth cracked and shifted beneath us