Chapter 12 Falling Into Temptation
Ernesto
La cague . Seeing her in front of me, on her knees, sends a primal surge through my veins. It makes me feel more powerful than the times I’ve closed billion-dollar deals.
She’s absolutely gorgeous. From the moment I saw her image fill my screen on the night of the auction–a goddess in cheap lace. I knew she had to be mine. The fire in her eyes, the proud set of her jaw, it was beautiful.
But this…this is different. This isn’t just about her beauty anymore.
It’s about her submission. Her surrender feels like a drug being injected straight into my bloodstream, and now I’m addicted.
The sight of her, kneeling in a pool of black and green silk, and her bowed head, awakens a hunger in me I haven’t felt in years, maybe not ever. Not even with Elena.
This is not the soft, sweet craving I had with the mother of my child.
This is pure predatory instinct. A need to consume, to conquer, to mark this woman as mine far beyond a contract and last name.
I want her to come undone, thread by stubborn thread, until all that’s left is a desperate and clawing need for me–and only me.
I want her craving my touch, begging for my attention. To forget there was ever a world that didn’t revolve around me. I’m no fool, though. She may be strong-willed and guarded, but I’m Ernesto fucking Damos, and I always get what I want.
I won’t make tonight about breaking her, no. I’m going to condition her slowly. The knowledge of her virginity is seared into my mind. When I heard those words that night, all I could think about was the word MINE.
Her first taste of true pleasure, her pain, her first surrender to a man–it all belongs to me. It’s not in my nature to restrain myself, but I need to be strategic about this.
I take a few steps closer, closing the distance between us. Her head is still bowed, but her hands are clenched into tight fists on her lap, knuckles white.
My sister is a conniving little devil, knowing damn well this green is the color I prefer.
The emerald green lingerie complements her tan skin, making her look like a gift, and I’m eager to unwrap it.
The lace is so delicate it does little to hide the swell of her breasts, and I can see her chest flutter with every one of her shaky breaths.
I trail the backs of my fingers along her collarbone, a light, teasing touch. Her skin feels hot and electric as a shiver ripples down her body, raising goosebumps. My hand cups the side of her neck as my thumb strokes the pulse point, and I can feel its frantic beating.
“You will learn to please me,” I murmur, my voice a low rumble even I can feel vibrating through my chest. Leaning down, I’m low enough that my mouth is close to her ear, my breath ghosting over her hair and skin. “And in return… I will consider pleasing you.”
I feel her jaw tense under my hand, a silent protest. It’s a small movement, but I feel like shouting.
She wants to fight, even while on her knees and stripped of her defenses.
A slow, cold smile forms on my lips. This won’t be fun without a little fighting between us.
I don’t want her broken. I want that fire alive just so I can say I’m the one who tamed it.
I pull back slightly, forcing her to feel the absence of my touch.
My eyes trace the intricate patterns of the lace over her breasts.
“It is an Ofrenda’s greatest honor to serve and please her Amo.
” The tension in her shoulders tightens even further.
Her head is still bowed, but I can feel the defiance radiating from her.
My words are deliberately cruel, a subtle reminder of her place in my life. I’m her master, and she is my offering. In this room, she is neither my wife nor the mother of my child; Alejandra is my property.
I crouch down in front of her, and I tilt her head up with a finger under her chin, forcing her to meet my gaze. Her eyes are wide, brown pools of fear, anger, and lust.
And it makes my cock twitch.
She wants this just as much as I do.
“Have you sucked a man off before, Palomita?”
I watch as the shock registers on her face, followed by a blush that stains her cheeks a deep red from the humiliating question.
Mi palomita no soporta que la humillen. She wants to curse me, I can see it in the way her lips press together in a thin line. But she doesn’t, even though she still has the fire to fight, because she has a complete understanding of her position.
She turns her head away from me and gives me a single shake of her head.
No.
A predator’s smile curls my lips. “Good.” My words are guttural and filled with satisfaction. Her innocence is a prize, a rare delicacy in my world.
I reach for the robe that still clings to her shoulders. My fingers brush against her skin, and she flinches. I slide the black silk down her arms, letting it pool around her legs.
The sight of my Palomita is breathtaking. Her body is a testament to strength and softness. I want nothing more than to caress the curves along her abdomen and feel those heavy breasts in my hands.
One of these days, sooner rather than later, estare entre esas piernas and make her cum until she’s screaming my name like I’m her new god.
I rise to my full height and tower over her. The sight of her from this angle is even more intoxicating.
“Tonight, you will learn your first lesson, Palomita.” My voice is hard, leaving no room for misunderstanding. “In this room, your will is not your own. Your body is no longer yours. Everything about you belongs to me.”
I take a few seconds to let the words sink in, watching as the last remnants of her defiance leave her face in a grim resignation.
Her eyes are full of emotions–hate, fear.
But beneath it all, there’s that traitorous spark of heat.
Como una paloma que se acerca al fuego sabiendo que se quemarán sus alas.
Qué paloma tan estúpida.
“You will do as I say, when I say it,” I continue, “you will not question me, and you will not hesitate. If you do, there will be consequences. Consequences you will not enjoy. Entiendes?”
Her throat works as she swallows, the movement visible in the dim light of the room. Her chin trembles, but she holds my gaze, refusing to break–I admire that. After a long, charged moment, she gives a single, jerky nod.
Slowly, I move my hands to my shirt and begin to unbutton it. My movements are slow and deliberate. The entire time, my eyes never leave Alejandra’s. Her gaze is fixed on my hands and how they work their way down my buttons, slowly revealing my hard muscles beneath.
I see her eyes trace the lines of my chest and abdomen, her breath catching. The fear is still there, but now it’s mixed with undeniable curiosity. Her knuckles, once white from the tension, have relaxed slightly, and her hands now rest on her thighs—a simple shift from defiance to acceptance.
Her eyes lift from my chest hesitantly to my face. Her clouded and lust-filled eyes are an aphrodisiac so strong I can feel my cock hardening without even needing to get myself worked up.
“Undo my pants.”
Her eyes widen, and a new wave of panic washes over her. Her eyes dart from my face down to the button of my pants, then back up again. I offer her no comfort or reassurance in my gaze. My expression remains hard and implacable.
Her hands tremble as she raises them from her lap and hover in the air for a few seconds.
“Now,” I order, my voice laced with impatience.
That one word is all that it takes for her hesitation to shatter. Her fingers shake as she pops the button first and then slowly undoes the zipper. My cock is already straining in my pants, and even the slightest touch from her fingers has it twitching.
She’s surprised by the movement, her eyes widening as she lets out an audible gasp. Her flush deepens even more as it creeps from her face down to her breasts.
“Take it out.” My voice is husky, thick with restraint.
Her hands immediately retreat as if she’s been burned, and hover near my hips. She shakes her head, but I can tell she’s not being defiant; it’s her fear that’s stopping her.
Reaching out, I stroke her cheek with my thumb.
“ Look at me, Palomita,” I whisper. She does, her eyes locking onto mine.
“This is just like that night. If you feel unsafe and can’t take it, just say Red, and I give my word that everything will stop.
I’m not a man who takes from an unwilling woman. ”
Alejandra stares at me for a few minutes, contemplating my words. She wants to believe me, but I suppose she’s right not to trust me.
Moving my hand, I take both her hands in mine.
Guiding her to my boxers, placing them right at the band.
Her fingers slip beneath the wristband, and the moment her skin makes contact with my cock, a guttural groan escapes my lips.
The feeling of her fingers brushing my length feels like a fire to my skin.
She’s hesitant about what to do next, but her right hand finds its way to it and closes her hand around it.
The grip is uncertain and loose, but she removes it from its confines, and my cock springs heavy onto her palm. Her sharp intake of breath is my undoing as she stares at it. The lust in her eyes is heavier now, and her expression is a mix of awe and fear.
I suck in a quick breath at her attempt to stroke it, but she must think she hurt me because she quickly lets go of my cock. Grabbing her hand, I spit onto her palm as I hear her gasp. “Now, do it again and grip it tighter. You won’t hurt me.”
Alejandra stares at her palm with my spit on it and tilts her head slightly, probably asking herself what the hell that was for, but she’ll learn in a few seconds.
Placing her hand back on my cock she begins to stroke it with uneven strides.
Even with this movement, I can feel myself growing harder by the second.