Page 89 of No Sweeter Poison

She sits up.

“We kidnapped you. We separated you from Karina, I exposed you to danger and it’s my fault—”

“Shh.” She peppers soft kisses along my jaw and down my neck. My erection is throbbing and I can’t think straight. “Don’t say that. We’re doing this because I want to.”

“But you wouldn’t want to if you weren’t here and that’s the point.”

If she wasn’t trapped here, forced to tolerate my company all hours of the day, then she wouldn’t be inclined to sleep with me. She’s suffering from fucking Stockholm Syndrome and it’s my fault.

Dahlia pushes my shoulders back until I’m sitting and she climbs into my lap. Her mouth finds the pulse at the base of my neck and I shiver. “You’re overthinking it.”

In fact, is she even willingly having sex with me? Fuck Lettie’s voice in my head because now I’m starting to question whether or not she’s doing this because she wants to or feels like she has to. I can’t get out of my own head about it. What about all the other times we’ve slept together? What about last night?

Her hips rock against mine and she slides her wet folds down the length of my erection. She does it again and I almost forget we aren’t supposed to be doing this.

“Dahlia—”

“Alejandro.” She takes my face in her hands. Aligns me at her entrance and sinks. One agonizing inch after another and I think I’m starting to see stars. “I wanted to that first night at your apartment and I have wanted to ever since.”

I want to say something.

No.

Stop.

We can’t do this.

It isn’t right.

None of those words come out. Instead, she rides me slowly, as if testing the waters before she does what she really wants to. Her hips move in perfect, mind-blowing circles, and I hold her against me, her bare breasts pressed against my chest, miles upon miles of silky skin begging to be touched. It isn’t like before when we wanted to fuck each other senseless just to get it out of our systems. Dahlia takes her time. She’s not trying to chase the high or the next orgasm. I’m not used to sex like this and we’re dangerously close to undiscovered territory. Part of me is tempted to flip us over and enter a more familiar realm but curiosity wins out in the end. I want to see where and how far she’ll take this.

She runs her hands up and down my arms, over my shoulders and down my back. All over my skin ignites at her touch and when her lips immediately follow all the places her hands have touched, I feel cool relief. We’re sweating and breathing heavily and I can’t remember if I closed the door when I came in or if I even locked it. There’s just us in this moment and I don’t want it to end.

When Dahlia lowers herself onto me again, I lift my hips to meet her. A moan escapes her before she can help it; I feel the sting of her nails piercing my shoulders as she tries to smother the sound. “Do that again,” she rasps.

I do.

Our hips move in tandem but she’s still the one in control. Each time I disappear inside her, the hot, tight walls of her sex constricting around me, I swear I’m going to finish before I’m ready. It’s a slow and steady buildup until she says my name or I say hers and the climax tears through me like a bolt of lightning. She has her fingers in my hair, face buried in the crook of my neck, and Dahlia whimpers my name as I finish inside her. I can feel her trembling in my arms as she reaches her own climax and sweat mats the hair around her face to her cheeks.

We sit in the darkness for what feels like a lifetime.

When I’m almost certain this was all a dream and in a moment, I’ll open my eyes and wake up in the real world, she says, “You have to believe me when I tell you yes.”

I’m not sure what she means at first.

“Otherwise, how will you know I mean it if I ever say no?”

I don’t trust myself to speak, not yet. I run my fingers up and down the length of her spine and long waves of red hair get tangled around them. She has the most beautiful hair—I’ve never seen such beautiful hair before.

“Okay,” I promise.

She sighs against me. “Okay.”

D ahlia

“What really happened between you and Regina?”

Alejandro’s hand falters as he runs it through my hair. It takes him a beat to recover.