Genre: Dark Romance
Trope: Arranged Marriage
He drew a lazy circle around my nipple before moving down.
“You walk around dressed to tease me, wearing something as flimsy as this bikini, fabric I can easily tear off so I can have my way with you. Have I not hurt you enough?” He let his finger linger on the naked flesh around my navel. “Have I not proven to you that I’m not a good man?”
My breathing became labored, and I clenched my thighs when I felt his cock harden against my hip. Anticipation flared, a throbbing need between my legs desperate to be filled. I shifted so his hard length pressed perfectly against my ass and watched as his eyes turned from man to hunter. Animal to predator.
“Have I not proven to you that I’m stronger than you thought the day you took me?” “Strong, yet so naïve.”
Abruptly, he forced his hand between my legs, cupping me hard, his expression fiercely primal. “I can smell your arousal, Mila. It clings to you, and it’s fucking tempting me. That is why I need to be careful with you.”
“I don’t understand.”
“There is so much you don’t understand, Segreto.” His hand pressed harder against my heat, as if to show ownership. “So much you don’t know.”
“Then tell me,” I urged. “Tell me everything. Tell me your secrets.” He shook his head and removed his hand from between my legs, my body instantly mourning the loss of his touch. I stared at him in question, but he gazed out over the ocean.
“Marina Piccola. They say it is here where the sirens attempted to seduce Ulysses while on his journey back home…to his wife.”
“Ulysses?”
“The Latinized name for Odysseus.” He traced a finger down the small of my back as I lay against him. “After fighting with the Greeks in the war against the city of Troy, he started his voyage back home.” His voice trailed off, his eyes still gazing out across the ocean.
“Attempted to seduce?” Saint’s lips curled at the corners.
“Ulysses ordered his men to plug their ears with beeswax as to not hear the sirens’ alluring singing.” He looked at me, eyes hard and dark. “If they hadn’t, the sirens would have seduced them and lured them all to their deaths.”
The tenor in his voice lowered, thickened, and he stared at me as to tell me I was the siren whose call could ruin him. I shook my head lightly. “Why are you telling me this?” He shrugged and looked back into the distance.
“Never trust something that has the power to make you lose control.”
