The heavy announcement pulls everyone's attention, except my own. I’m too focused on my own disappointment that I steal the full glass of wine from the empty table next to me.

  “Please take a place on the dancefloor if you wish to participate in the yearly ballroom dance. If not, please cheer on our participants from the sidelines.”

  I take a generous gulp of the white wine as my eyes focus on the liquid sloshing in the glass. I’m rinsing away one failure at a time.

  “Once again, me, my brother Tristan, my parents, and grandparents thank you for your attendance this evening. This is all for a great cause. Have a great night.”

  Confirmation.

  My eyes dart to the direction the rest of the crowd are facing, and I see a man in an ice-blue suit with a microphone in his hand. It all starts piecing together in my mind. The speech, the suit colours, the scent.

  He’s Nathaniel.

  The wrong brother.

  That means my stalker is…

  “Are you looking for me, little snowflake?”

  The barely whisper that caresses my ear sends a jolt of desire to my core. I can feel a warm chest placed close to my back as a hand sweeps over my hip. I recognise that voice. I recognise that touch. I recognise the leather and cedarwood scent invading my nostrils.

  Turning to face him, I drink in his oak brown eyes. His short stubble looks recently groomed and his hair is styled but not slick back.

  “Tristan.” My response comes out breathless, but I’ve done nothing to raise my heart rate. Other than coming face to face with my stalker.

  An instrumental, slow ballad starts thrumming out the speakers and attendees gather on the dancefloor to dance, but it feels like only us two are here, in this moment.

  “You figured it out,” he speaks low as he edges towards my face. “Good girl.”

  I gulp back my anticipation.

  “Dance with me,” he instructs in a way I can’t say no.

  I grasp his outstretched hand and immediately feel a sense of safety. These hands have done nothing but make me feel good. I can’t find it in myself to see this man as a danger, and until I feel unsafe with him, I’m choosing to trust him.

  We start the dance off facing each other, with one of our hands held together, his other hand on my waist and my other on his shoulder. He’s over a foot taller than me and I can barely bring myself to look him in the eyes, so I glance around the room.

  “So, how did you figure it out?”

  His question catches me off guard, I have to mentally kick myself to open my mouth and answer. “The wax seal crest on the letters you sent me matched the one on the De Santos Charity Ice Ball invite. I Googled your family and figured the rest out from there.”

  “So you stalked me?” He can’t even get the words out without smirking.

  “Oh the irony.” I tease.

  “Don’t pretend like you didn’t enjoy it, Pria. I saw how you reacted when you knew I was watching you.” Tension rolls off his statement and his eyes burn with desire as he spins me closer to him with his front plastered to my back. “There’s nothing wrong with enjoying the thrill. After all, your arousal speaks volumes without your pretty mouth uttering a word.”

  I have to clench my thighs together to dull the ache between them.

  “I’m not like you.” I force a lie, but it leaves nothing but a bitter taste in my mouth.

  “What am I like?” His question is satire. He knows exactly what he’s like, but he’s baiting me, and I fall for it.

  “Someone who likes terror and trouble.” He spins me so I’m facing him again, but our bodies are so close together that I can feel his body heat. “I like security and discipline.”

  “I know you do. That’s why you’re such a good girl. Following orders and doing as you’re told.”

  I gulp at the tension in his voice.

  “But I hate to break the news to you, Pria, but you’re exactly like me.” Spinning me and dipping me down backwards so he leans over me, he drops his lips a centimetre away from mine. “Danger turns you on and the fear you used to feel when something scared you doesn’t exist anymore because you trust me.” He lifts me back up to a standing position and places the side of his face next to mine, his breath hot against my ear. “You trust me to take care of you. Look out for you. Pleasure you. You trust me to make you feel so good that euphoria and dopamine engulfs your body. You’re no longer scared of me because your fear has turned into thrill, and that’s really what you truly desire.”

  It’s like he’s holding a mirror to me, and the reflection staring back is who I really am, not who I pretend to be.

  “You know so much about me, yet I know so little about you. It seems a little unfair, don’t you think?” The question feels forward, but I’m so high on impatience that time wasting isn't an option.

  He clears his throat and looks around the room before his eyes meet mine. “Come with me.”

  I take his hand without a second thought, and whether he’s taking me to safety or danger, I follow him blindly, because trust feels more secure than worry.

  21

  Tristan

  Her hand feels like a grasp of comfort; a magic touch to erase all fears and bad thoughts. I have a right mind to not let go because now that I have her, she’ll be mine until the world ends.

  Sneaking away from the traditional ballroom dance made me feel like a teenager sneaking out after hours. My mother would kill me if she found out I didn’t complete her favourite dance. But Pria wants to get to know me, and I want to do that somewhere safe and secure so I can have her all to myself. Somewhere Pria’s best friend won’t show up out of the blue to take her away from me, or my brother cutting in and taking Pria off me.

  Walking at a non-concerning pace, I lead Pria upstairs away from prying eyes, sending greetings and nods along the way. The first way to not raise suspicion is to act as you normally would. I can’t say I’m an overly friendly guy, so I refrain from smiling at people. Pria, on the other hand, is smiling and acting like the most social person to walk on this earth. As beautiful as her smile is, she’s miss introvert and may be acting somewhat suspicious, but she’s walking by her own free will, so that counts for something.

  There are a handful of rooms here that are available for staying in. They have beds for special guests visiting the town mayor and one room happens to be unlocked and unoccupied. Each room is decorated the exact same, with dated cream patterned wallpaper, wooden bedroom furniture and an oval mirror on top of a dressing table. The candles I lit earlier on are still flickering away, giving us the perfect amount of dimmed lighting.

  Directing Pria inside, I quickly inspect the hallway to make sure no one followed us, before shutting and locking the door behind me.

  “What do you want to know?” I question her as she relaxes into a sitting position on the bed.

  “Everything.”

  I smile at her need to get to know me. “I’m 34, half Brazilian, part owner of De Santos Properties, left-handed, my birthday is November 11th, I hate coffee, I paint in my free time, which isn’t often, I hate people,” I pause as my eyes roam her body, “and I love watching you touch yourself. I love the taste of your come. I love your sweet moans. I love blindfolding you. I might even be obsessed with you, Pria Romano.”

  Her eyes flicker with desire as her breathing picks up. I can see her pulse quicken in her neck, and I have a sudden temptation to run my tongue along it. She takes a deep breath to compose herself.

  “Take off your mask.”

  “Come take it off yourself. I won’t stop you.”

  Anticipation thickens the air between us as Pria rises to her feet. Her tongue dips out to wet her lips and the action makes my cock harden.

  Each of her steps are painfully slow. I have to fight the urge to step towards her and close the gap, but this is on her terms. I need her to know she can trust me and she’s calling the shots.

  She stops a few inches away from me and allows herself to study me from bottom to top. She takes her time as confidence radiates off of her, but I think she’s taking her time because she’s more afraid to meet my eyes.

  Suddenly hazel meets oak as her innocent eyes meet my dangerous ones. I can see her arousal swirling in them, as I’m sure she can mine.

  Without breaking eye contact, her arms reach upwards and fall behind her head. She fiddles for a few seconds until her mask comes loose. She pulls it off the front of her face and throws it off to the side.

  She is mesmerising.

  She doesn’t waste anymore time studying me as she raises her arms up behind my neck and lifts the mask off the top of my head, discarding my mask the same as hers.

  She sees me. Studies me. Inspects me. And yet, she’s still here. Scared little Pria Romano hasn’t let her fear control her, and instead, confronts it head on.

  That’s my good girl.

  Her chest rises and falls with quickness as I keep my breathing calm and controlled, but the air between us thickens with heavy tension and I’m fighting every goddamn need in my body to let her make the first move.

  Finally, her right hand rises and gently caresses my cheek. Her light touch tickles my stubble as she moves ever so slightly, but her touch comes to a sudden stop.

  Her eyes drop to my lips as her actions scream her desires, however, there’s something pulling her back. She’s waiting for instruction.

  “Pria,” my voice comes out barely above a whisper, “this is on your terms. I’ll do whatever you want me to do, but I want you to trust me.”

  Her thumb lightly brushes over my bottom lip. I have to clench my jaw so fucking hard to stop myself from throwing her onto the bed and thrusting into her.

  “Tristan,” she addresses me by my name, and the word sounds like perfection coming from her mouth. “I think we’re past the formalities. You’ve had your head between my legs, you know what I like, and I may be completely stupid walking into a death trap, but I do trust you.” Her eyes gaze from my eyes to the bed, back towards me. “Though I am a little scared, but I think I like it.” The blush that creeps onto her cheeks is clear she’s still trying to accept her own desires, but I’ll help her enjoy every single one of them.

  “Fear sparks adrenaline, and adrenaline lights a fire of exhilaration inside of you. You’re safe with me, little snowflake.”

  “And I trust you, Tristan. Gospel truth.” She raises her left hand holding the Boy Scout’s honour signal with a playful smile plastered onto her perfect face. I can’t resist her anymore.

  Grasping both her cheeks, my lips crash to hers as arousal and need drives me. Gently nibbling and sucking on her bottom lip, I guide her backwards towards the bed as she follows my lead.

  Her dress creates a gap between us that I don’t fucking appreciate. “Turn around, baby,” I instruct. She obeys and I undo the tightly tied ribbon on her dress. It loosens and the straps on her shoulders fall down her arms, exposing her top half. I yank it down her thighs, desperate to expose her delicate naked body.

  “Careful! I love this dress.” She forces a fake bottom lip to make me feel guilty, but it doesn’t work. It’s the barrier between us and that automatically makes me loathe it.

  “I’ll buy you ten more if you want. But right now, this needs to be gone before I run out of patience.”

  She suddenly complies to my ruining of her dress and steps out of the pooled material at her feet. She’s wearing nothing but heels and green lace panties. I mentally snap an image of this view, because Pria Romano is fucking picturesque; this is the image I want to see every goddamn day.

  I lift her so her legs wrap around my waist and place her down onto the bed as I lay over her. Her underneath me awakens a primal desire to start and end every day like this, with her below me screaming in pleasure while I pound into her over and over again.

  Buttons spring across the room as she rips open my shirt with force, exposing my bare chest. “Take this off,” she pulls at my shirt and jacket, and I have a sudden duty to obey her. The white and grey fabrics pool on the ground as Pria sits up to unbutton my pants. She tugs at my waistband, pulling both my pants and boxer briefs lower down my waist.

  She looks at me with pleading eyes, but she started this, I’m not helping. “Take them off.” My eyebrow twitches as a smirk grows on my face.

  Wetting her lips with her tongue, her brow twitches with challenge as she rises to her knees and yanks my pants down with more muscle than I thought she had. She yanks again, and my cock springs free as the remainder of my clothes join the rest on the floor. “Happy now?” I tease.

  “Very.” Her eyes widen as lust lights a glow of need all over her precious skin.

  Wasting no more time, I grab the waistband of her panties and rip them off her. The elastic snaps, and I throw them onto the floor with the rest of our clothes.

  Both completely naked, exposed, and with nothing masking us; bare and natural and made for each other.

  Lips meet again, but this time it feels different. It feels sensual and pure, like we are devoted to each other. This connection hasn’t been made with anyone else before. It’s a match made in heaven, except the girl falls for the villain, and the angel falls for the devil.

  Bare skin lights a flame of intimacy between us, and I try to memorise every single bump and curve before I end up drunk on passion.

  Leaving a frenzy of kisses down her neck and chest, my mouth latches onto her erect pink nipple as I nibble gently. My hand pinches her other nipple as she pants in pleasure, her hands tousling my hair. I swap sides, making sure both nipples get the same amount of love and affection before I trail down her stomach, leaving a trail of wet, hot kisses behind me.

  “I haven’t thought of anything else since I met you, Pria. You’ve corrupted me, dominated my mind and controlled my body.”

  “Fuck, Tristan. I’ve thought about you, too. More than you think.”

  Her confession makes my cock twitch in anticipation. “I eat, sleep, and breathe Pria Romano. Until the day I fucking die.”

  Moans of pleasure mixed with desperation leave her lips, making me remember she’s not the only one desperate for something.

  I move my mouth lower as I hover over her perfect sex. My lips meet her delicate clit as I suck gently. Gasps escape her lips and I give her no time to recover before I start lapping and flicking my tongue against her clit. Sings of satisfaction echo from her swollen lips as she thrusts her hips into my face.

  Moving my tongue down to her entrance and back up again, I taste every inch of her perfect pussy as I feed my addiction. My cock twitches to remind me he needs a fucking release too, but I pump it a few times and focus my attention back on Pria. She’s my main priority.

  Tousled hair and cries of need fill the room as I taste her over and over again. I push a finger inside of her as I pay special attention to her clit, earning myself an erotic moan. “Oh my god, Tristan.”

  The way my name falls perfectly from her lips has me nearly coming right here and now.

  Fuck.

  Her orgasm teases her as her walls tense and her body starts seizing. Flicking and fingering, I push her to the point of no return as she comes around my finger. Her body jolts and tries to move away from my tongue, but I grasp her under her waist with my free hand so she can’t move and I carry on eating her pussy.

  Her eyes roll backwards as her back arches, and sweet Italian words fall from her lips as she rides out her orgasm. A perfect glow surrounds her as she resembles an angel. A post-orgasm angel.

  “You look fucking perfect, baby.” I take in her appearance like she’s going to disappear if I look away.

  “I’d look even more perfect with you inside me.”

  “Fuck.” I growl. There’s no way of stopping myself after her statement.

  Looping my arms under her thighs, I pull her towards me as our bodies meet, wasting no time slamming my lips against hers. Erotic slurps echo from our mouths before a gasp leaves Pria’s lips as I line my cock up with her entrance.

  Leaning over the top of her, I place one delicate kiss on her lips. “Any last words, little snowflake?” I question as pure primal urgency takes over me.

  Her eyes hold nothing but pure mischief. “I’ve always wanted to fuck my stalker.” Allure drips from her tone, and joy fills me at the knowledge of knowing I’m about to fuck that tone out of her.

  A sudden idea appears in my mind. “Wait here a second,” I say as I wrap a blanket around my waist. Grabbing the empty glass on the dressing table, I pace outside our room and get a scoop full of ice balls from the display bowl opposite our room. I head back into our room, pull out an ice ball from the glass, and hold it behind my back as I place the rest down on the floor.

  Adding one more delicate kiss to her lips, I watch her face as I bottom out on the first thrust inside of her. Her eyes squeeze shut as her mouth falls open into an O shape.

  I thrust in and out at a constant pace, looking down at the penetration between us. Her juices coat my dick as her arousal is visible. We fit each other so perfectly like a lock and key; made for each other and it only works for each other, no one else.

  Her perfect tits bounce with each thrust, I have to fight the urge to suck them as I pound into her. I readjust the ice cube that I’ve been holding and place it onto her chest. Her gasp of shock quickly changes to enjoyment as she realises what’s happening. I move the ice cube around her pink nipple, leaving trails of water droplets. Her nipple immediately stands pert from the invasion. I move onto the other before the ice ball melts, gaining the same reaction from that one.

  While still thrusting into her, I lean down and lick off the stray water droplets, tasting her nipple in the process. Her teeth nibble on her bottom lip as her brows draw together in pleasure. I move the ice ball from one to the other until it melts and I can focus back onto pounding into her.

  “Look at you, baby. Taking it like such a good girl.” She moans at my praise as her walls start to clench around my dick. “You’re fucking made for me.”

  Her screams sound like a heavenly hymn that I want to play on repeat. I can’t live without her now that I’ve got her.

 

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