Sold To Mr. Milano - Daniella Wright Page 0,42
as I moved inside of her. Only this time, when we were finished, there was nowhere for me to run away to. It was something I obviously knew would happen, but the reality of it felt much scarier than I predicted.
As she laid draped across me, swirling her fingers through my chest hair, I felt an immense need to make her happy...to protect her, even if she didn’t want to be protected. But the feeling had a weight to it that made it seem like much more than just delivering her back to her father’s safely. I wanted more than that, even though I had no clue what that even meant.
“This is so strange,” she said softly. “Sleeping with the enemy.”
“Well, you are not my enemy,” I answered, hating how true that was. “I admire you. And the way you stick to your values.”
“If only you could do the same. If you’re going to be so stubborn, you could at least have some morals to go along with it.”
I groaned in a low growl, hating the way she would never let herself stop fighting me for long. It was like she just had to keep digging into me with her words to forgive herself for handing her body over to me so willingly.
“Maybe some of us just aren’t so keen on declaring our values to the world every chance we get,” I argued, wondering how long it would take for her to no longer want to be laying in my arms. “There’s something untrustworthy about people like that who act so high and mighty...like they’re better than everyone else.”
“You mean there’s something untrustworthy about people like me?” Her eyes sparkled with anger and, sure enough, she was soon sitting straight up, not wanting to be draped across my chest anymore.
I knew anything I said would only make her angrier. She was looking for an excuse to be furious with me. So, I put out the lantern and rolled onto my side to try and sleep. The blankets rustled as she slung them around and settled to the far opposite corner of the tent, just as she had promised she would.
“At least you kept part of your promise,” I teased.
We both knew that she had been wrong when she swore I wouldn’t be making love to her that night. I could practically feel the heat of her rage coming off of her body. Good, I thought. A pissed off woman will keep the tent warm through the night at least.
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Alicia
Being around Alberto was like a rollercoaster ride that was as bumpy as the endless horseback journey we continued on. The only thing that was more unpredictable than the words that came out of his mouth was my reaction to them. One moment he could give me a look that made me want to rip his clothes off and let him ravage me, the next I wanted to slap him across the face.
At least I had the sights of my beloved country to calm me. I told myself that I would make more time for things like this when my life went back to normal. I spent so much time devoting myself to me and my father’s fight for justice, that I hadn’t spent nearly enough time slowing down to enjoy the country we were fighting for.
When we stopped for breaks, Alberto would come over and offer a hand to help me down from the horse. Even though we tried to be subtle around his men that were accompanying us, there was no mistaking the look that flashed between us when our eyes locked in those brief, tender moments. I had been foolish to kid myself into thinking we weren’t lovers when we were obviously just that...even if only for a short while.
But other times I felt like another one of the guys as I washed up in the creeks and rivers and ate beans from a can while sitting on rocks. I was glad Alberto didn’t always treat me like some fragile thing that needed his protection. Or maybe he was just learning not to bother.
All day, there was an electric current crackling between us, building up a ferocious force of something we could hardly wait to release. By nightfall, we did exactly that. We didn’t even bother bickering before tumbling into the tent to lose ourselves in each other’s bodies with an animalistic passion.
He didn’t treat me like some fragile thing in bed any more than he did in the