Felipe couldn’t process what had just happened. Luscious, vital Sophia hadn’t had another lover. In the moment he’d pushed inside, he’d felt her wince; he’d worried that she’d not been ready despite her husky pleas and the orgasm she’d had moments earlier. He could have hurt her—would have if he’d not slowed to savour every single caress, every single second…
Her inexperience shouldn’t matter. Didn’t. Yet, he felt deceived. She’d kept the fact of her virginity from him—not trusted him even as she’d given it to him. And now she’d mentioned Ares.
His chest tightened. ‘What you felt for me?’
Her gaze dropped. ‘Sexual chemistry.’
He swallowed. ‘You weren’t attracted to him?’
‘He didn’t want me, either.’
Felipe didn’t believe that and his scepticism was clearly obvious because she smiled ruefully.
‘I had to ask him to kiss me,’ she mumbled. ‘The entire thing was humiliating.’
Hearing her say please to another guy had been one of the worst moments of Felipe’s life. Seeing her lift her mouth to a man who wasn’t him. But their fight that night had been devastating for more reasons than that. He didn’t want to admit it, but that night she’d broken his young, naive heart. He’d offered her all he could and she’d said no, and then he’d been unable to hold back the bitterness that had been building so long.
But beautiful, vivacious Sophia should’ve been adored utterly and completely and constantly since then, yet apparently, she’d not allowed anyone close. He didn’t believe there hadn’t been interest. So while she might say her inexperience was irrelevant, clearly it mattered or she wouldn’t have waited so long. And he felt… stunned.
Now she wrapped her hands around her mug. ‘You were right last night when you said I’ve always wanted you. It should always have been you and now…’
‘You’ve finally got what you wanted?’ He tensed, rebelling against the implication that this was in any way over. Even when he’d intended that to be the case only an hour ago.
‘As have you.’ Challenge ignited in her eyes.
No. He wanted her again already. It wasn’t enough.
‘You’ve gotten everything you ever wanted,’ she added. ‘All the things. The billions. The watch. The women.’
‘You think that’s everything I wanted?’
‘Actually, no,’ she said softly. ‘You’ve surprised me. You’ve chosen to be just like the wealthy snobs you used to mock. You used to say you’d never bow to them.’
‘I still mock them,’ he drawled. ‘And I never bow. Because I’ve gotten to a position where they can’t demand anything from me anymore. I choose.’
‘So you’re master of your own destiny?’
Her scepticism rankled. What he’d wanted—all he’d wanted—was financial and emotional freedom.
‘Yet, you work for Eduardo Benedetti,’ she said. ‘You were so determined to be independent but you’ve bought into that old establishment network.’
‘Do you even know what he does?’
‘Insurance or something.’
Felipe nodded. ‘He also acquires companies. Old establishment ones. He absorbs them into his. That’s the bit I do.’
‘So you’re all about acquisition. I bet you do it with such charm, they smile while you obliterate their history.’ She sipped her coffee. ‘You’ve always been dangerous.’
No. That was her. And he couldn’t concentrate on this irritating conversation when he felt such a pull of sensuality. He would not let her close—he’d never let anyone close—but they would finish this.
He suddenly stood. ‘Why did you bother with the clothes?’
He couldn’t seduce now. Couldn’t charm. She was right. He was all about acquisition. Right now he could only take.
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