that her nipples were still
distended — these telltale clues gave away her ruse.
A low curse escaped him as he rolled
away from her. Standing next to the bed he propped his hands on his naked hips,
unconcerned with the erection that nearly reached his navel. “What was that?”
His voice was colder than she’d ever heard it.
“I…”
“We agreed, Adalia, we’d be honest
with each other.”
She flushed, “Of course.”
“I will not abide with liars in my
bed, Ms. Diamonte, and faking an orgasm is the ultimate lie between lovers.”
She swallowed and moved to leave the
bed.
“Stay put. I’m very angry with you. In
fact so angry that you’d try something like this I need to get away from you
before I take you over my knee and paddle your little ass.” He turned and
stormed from the room.
Licking her lips, she stared at the
closed door before standing on wobbly legs. Her thighs no longer trembled with
unslaked desire. Now they shook from not fear but anguish because she’d just
lost something she didn’t even realize she had. Grabbing her clothes off the
chair where she’d draped them, she quickly dressed. Slipping past the closed
study door, she ran silently down the hallway and let herself out, leaving
behind the only man she’d ever come close to giving up her control for…
* * * *
“Revisiting the scene of the crime,
Adalia?” Dom’s cool voice had her flinching and jumping to her feet. She looked
at him and tried to judge the distance between him and the door. Could she make
it?
“Don’t even try it.” Kicking the door
shut, he pressed the electronic lock and leaned up against it.
“Dom, I wasn’t expecting to see you…”
She moved towards the French doors on the other side of the room.
“Why ever not? This is my home and
while I enjoyed your little show downstairs, it only pisses me off that before
tonight you refused to dance for me.”
Clenching her teeth, she tried to
control her temper. “Just because you paid for the lessons doesn’t mean I am
obligated to dance for you, Domhnall!”
He shrugged before pushing off the
door. “No it doesn’t.” He reached up and loosened the tie around his neck. “But
you are deluded if you think that walking out of here that night last year
cleared you of your obligations to me.”
She froze like a deer ready to flee. “Excuse
me?”
“You owe me an orgasm, Addie and that
is one debt I intend to collect.” His hazel eyes were full of determination.
“Excuse me?” Her eyes were wide as he pulled the tie free
of his collar.
He smirked. “You heard me, Addie.”
She gave a frustrated sigh but kept her distance from
him. As always Dom could be very unpredictable. She wasn’t going to be foolish
enough to get within his reach. “What is it with you men? Why can’t you let it
go, Dom? I can’t orgasm. I’ve learned to deal with it. Better untouched than
trying to explain to a man he can try all he wants and still get nada in
return.” She moved to the other side of the room and placed her hand on the
French doors.
“You don’t have a prayer in hell of leaving this room
untouched tonight.” He took a step towards her. “And you will come tonight,
repeatedly. I will settle for nothing less.”
She gave him a sarcastic look. “Been there, done that,
even got the t-shirt to prove it. It didn’t work last year, it won’t this time
either. Why not save yourself the headache and me the embarrassment?” She
couldn’t believe she was actually arguing with her ex-lover about orgasms when
she was supposed to be finding Bathilda’s missing ring.
He crossed his arms over his chest, the scrap of black
silk dangling from his fingers. “Why do you think it would give me a headache
to pleasure you?”
“Let’s face the reality here, Dom, you had several months
to try and it didn’t happen. I’m done beating my head against that particular
wall. Besides I didn’t come here to open old wounds. Bye.” She turned the knob
and