WARNING: R18 SCENES
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Osvaldo smiled.
It was faint but real. The first true smile that had touched his lips in over ten years.
And it was all because of her.
This woman. This strange, bold, trembling creature his family had delivered to him like a wrapped-up offering, was unlike anyone he’d ever met.
Even if she had just confessed to him about being a golddigger who’s only after his money... he couldn’t look away.
He acted like he hadn’t just heard her confession.
She stood before him like a storm disguised in soft skin. Beautiful, foolish, and full of fire.
What kind of woman acted like this?
Was all women like this?
Of course, he knew the answer to that. All the women in his home were rather boring.
But this one?
This woman was different.
Even now, standing before a madman like him, she still found the nerve to glare at him and say things that made him laugh inside. There was something delicious about her anger. Something that made his blood heat.
He watched her carefully.
Why did she keep belittling herself?
Did she not know how beautiful she was?
She was the kind of woman that stirred desire without even trying. Every curve of her body, every breath she took, awakened something dangerous inside him.
She looked like a feast sent from heaven, and he was starving.
"Are you listening, Mr. Adkins?" Penny asked sharply, pulling him from his thoughts.
Her voice was nervous, but her tone was forced like she was trying hard to stay tough. Osvaldo tilted his head slightly, the smile still on his lips. A few strands of hair fell across his pale face, but she could still see the dimples that carved into his cheeks when he smiled.
They made him look almost... gentle.
"If you’re agreeing to my demand," Penny said, lifting her chin with all the pride she could gather, "I want you to know that I’m not attracted to you. Not even a little. And I never will be."
She knew how ridiculous it sounded, but she had to say it.
If he thought she was ugly, then fine. But she wanted him to know she wasn’t attracted to a madman either.
He had a default, so he had no right to judge her.
"And if you don’t agree," she added, her voice firmer, "I’ll leave right now."
The room fell quiet.
Osvaldo rose from the bed.
The sheets slid off him slowly, revealing the solid lines of muscle beneath his pale skin. His body, despite the bruises and wounds, moved with the grace of a predator. Every twitch of his toned muscles was pure power.
And then her eyes dropped...
Penny’s breath caught in her throat as she saw it.
Even through the fabric of his pants, Penny could see how hard he was.
Wait, was he aroused?
Heat rushed to her face. Though she’s never had sex before, she knew what it was. Who in these modern days and times doesn’t know about sex?
But why?
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