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Before she could react, he had her caged to a wall, his towering body blanketing her, successfully shutting out any chance of escape she might have had.

Ismena raised her head and stared up, up, up, up to the deepest amber-eyes she has ever seen in her life. Gosh, this man is so tall!

A random thought: Weren’t his eyes blue few days ago?

She was almost sure they were blue. Shit, is her sight going before her heart shuts down!?

"Found you." His deep voice was hard, yet it caressed her skin. His face was too close to hers. And yet, he is still scowling at her.

Does this man ever NOT frown? It gives 'intimidating' a whole new meaning. Well, she can at least try to plead her cause.

Ismena cleared her throat, "Look, I know stealing is bad and all. Frankly, I never intended to take your ring without consent, but that diamond was really calling out to me. Tried to ignore it and all that, but I couldn't! It was too sparkly and screamed 'so much money.' What's a girl gotta do?"

When silence was all the answer she got, she cleared her throat again, "Look, it's not as if I reached into your pocket and stole your ring. It fell to the floor, I thought it belonged to my attackers." she paused, staring pointedly into those deep amber-eyes, "But wait, I really can't overlooked this. I was almost sure your eyes were blue like the oceans on that night."

Wild roses, honey and ripe citrus mixed together. That is what her arousal smells like.

It is so high in the air, his dick has hardened fully in his pants. "What colors are they now?" He asked, even though he knows.

"Gold. Amber. Like fallen leavens in autumn." She whispered, her eyes glassy for looking into those eyes unblinkingly for a long time.

Or like a wolf. "Where is my ring, Female?"

A blush crept to her cheeks, like he just reminded her what she momentarily forgot. "Look, I really didn't mean to steal it. If you'll just turn a blind eye to it. You're a rich man and all that. Or, if you'll just let me go, just this once, I will—"

"You will do what?" The groan was to her ear. His upper body pressed her deeper to the wall. Suddenly, he needed more of her scent in his system. He inhaled deeply.

He's sniffing her neck! "I'll most definitely not steal again, that I can assure you." She squeaked.

Does he want to eat her up!? Sure looks like he's playing with his meal. A shiver worked down her spine.

Yet, she couldn't resist rubbing her aching breasts to his chest, seeking any kind of relief from this hunger that only increases.

"Stop that." He growled the command through gritted teeth.

She stared up at him and blinked innocently, "Stop what?"

A pause. A harder scowl. "Do you know what smells better than fear?"

She has no idea what he means, but she managed to squeak, "What...?"

"Lust. Desire." He spat the words like it tasted bad, "The scent of your wetness is driving me insane. I can practically taste your hunger for my cock, Female, and it is driving me to the edge."

For a few seconds, Ismena was too stunned to speak. How does he know that? Just how does he know her Liverpool has been crying so hard for his Barcelona?

Her cheeks turned as red as ruby. Well, she has been caught. Go big or go home.

"So, what are you going to do about that?" She pressed her arching womanhood to his leg—shit, the man is really tall. Or, is she the short one?—and rubbed slowly against him like a cat in heat. Pleasure sizzled her body at the contact, a moan slipped from her throat.

"Heavens, female...!" But then, he shocked them both as he lifted her up until her weeping pussy pressed to his thick hardness, she automatically wrapped her legs around his waist to hold him to her.

Strong hands gripped hers, raised it high above her head and keeping it captive there with a savage growl, his head lowered completely and his mouth crashed down to hers.

For a few seconds, Ismena was stiff with shock in his arm. She's almost sure this man hated her, so, what the hell is happening here?

But then, he sucked on her lower lips, and she was a goner. With a moan, she surrendered to his demand. His head angled, slanting his lips across hers, his tongue thrusting into her ready mouth.

Drugging, stimulating, the touch was lightning and heat, a swamp of conflicting sensations that swept through her body like a tidal wave of feelings, crushing her beneath their force. Ismena felt like she was drowning in it.