want nothing to do with. “I can, and I will.”
His other hand curves over my hip, the tips of his fingers sliding into my shorts. “Turn around.”
I close my eyes and take a deep breath, willing myself to stay strong against him. Something I’ve never been good at. Not from the minute I met him at fifteen. Not from the minute he showed me he cared about me at nineteen. Not from the minute he made me his two and a half years ago.
Opening my eyes again, I say, “Why did you end our relationship?”
His hand dips further down into my shorts and he presses his erection against my ass. “I had my reasons,” he says, brushing his lips over the bare skin of my shoulder. “Turn around.”
“I’m not turning around until you tell me your reasons.”
His fingers dig into my skin. “I am not a man who shares his reasons. You know this.”
“If you want to marry me, you’re going to need to share them.” I do my best to ignore the fact he’s removed his shirt and try like hell not to look at his bare arms and the muscles he’s built since I last saw him. My best isn’t good enough; my eyes are all over his corded arm muscles.
“I see you require a reminder of how a relationship between us works,” he growls, lifting me and taking me to the bed. I’m on my back with him over me before I know it, his eyes dark with dominance and desire.
“You do not dictate to me,” he says, tearing my shorts off me. “That is never how this will work, and the sooner you understand that the better off you’ll be.”
My heart goes wild, beating furiously against my chest with both desire and fear. Fear that he’s finally going to win this battle. That I’m finally going to give in and let him take everything from me.
I put my hands to his chest and attempt to push him away, but it’s going to take a lot more strength than I have to shift him. Javier is made of muscle and fierce determination. When he sets his sights on something, he makes sure he gets it.
And holy fuck, he’s single-minded tonight. I know this for absolute certainty when he spreads my legs, holds them down with force, dips his mouth to my pussy, and licks from bottom to top through my panties while keeping his eyes firmly on mine.
“Fuck,” he rasps. “Tell me you want me.”
“I will never tell you that,” I say breathlessly.
He swipes his tongue over my panties again. “Tell me.” It’s an order, and coming from a man who’s used to having his orders followed, I quiver at the thought of what he’ll do if I don’t comply.
And yet, I can’t bring myself to yield to him.
“No.”
His jaw clenches as he lifts his face.
I hold my breath and wait for his next move.
He takes hold of my hand and brings it to my panties, slipping my fingers inside and directing them inside of myself. “Do you feel how fucking wet you are?”
So wet.
Always, with this man.
“It doesn’t mean I want you.”
That dominance in his eyes flares and I swear I feel the energy in the room darken. “What does it mean, then, Emilia, if not that?” He adds one of his fingers to mine inside me and finds a rhythm that will only get me wetter. And as much as I don’t want a thing to do with this, I can’t help myself. I match his rhythm.
My back arches up off the bed.
My free hand grips the sheet.
My toes curl.
Holy. Fuck. This. Man.
I lose any ability I might have had left to deny him as he works me to orgasm.
Keeping his fingers inside me, he puts his other hand to the mattress and leans down, bringing his face close to mine. Searching my eyes, he says, “You want me, and I want to hear you say it.”
I’m going to come.
I don’t want to fucking come.
Damn him.
“Those are words you will never hear from me, Javier.”
“And yet, your cunt wants me.”
I orgasm, completely coming apart. I come harder than I have since Javier last fucked me. God damn him for being the one man who knows exactly how to pleasure me.
He watches me silently for a few moments, taking in all the ways he affects me, before moving off the bed. “I won’t restrain myself forever, dulzura.”
I slowly figure out how to draw breath again as