Desired and Dominated by Eva Simone Read Free Book Online Page A

She doesn’t move, laid bare on the table, her legs still wide open for me, exactly as I commanded.
    “Jesus Christ.” I run my fingers through my hair, trying to temper my arousal. “You need to get dressed.” She stays completely still, staring me down, unshed tears evident in the shimmer that clouds her deep brown gaze. I turn away, buttoning my shirt and restoring myself to some semblance of a calm exterior.
    “You wanted me like this, Mr. Callaghan. Why won’t you fuck me? I know you want to. I can see how hard you still are for me.” I stride over to the table, taking in the sight of her gloriously naked form, one last time. Leaning down, I brush my mouth against hers, letting her lick the seam of my lips, as I savor my scent mingled with hers.
    “I can’t fuck you, Sofia. If you let me inside you. If I slide every achingly hard inch of my cock inside your sweet cunt, I wouldn’t be able to stop. I couldn’t walk away. No matter how rough I would take you, how much you would be screaming my name and begging for the depraved pleasure I could give you…I would always be making love to you. You would be mine. Forever, completely, irrevocably…mine. You’re not ready for that. You never will be.”
    I can’t stop myself from feathering kisses over every inch of her body; her back arching to get closer, offering herself to me, even now.
    “I’m ready. Please…don’t do this. Don’t go. Make love to me. Make me yours.”
    I trail my hands up her body, coming to rest on either side of her beautiful face. I allow myself one last, deep, soul destroying kiss; letting her know just how hard this is for me. When I break away, breathless and desperate for more, I hold her gaze as I speak my final words to her. “I want to make you mine so badly. I always have, and I always will, and that’s why I need to walk away. I will always protect you…from me. Even if it leaves me a hollow shell of a man in the process. Goodbye, little one.”
    I watch as a single tear escapes her stunning eyes, rolling down her cheek, and I wipe it with my thumb before forcing myself to turn around and leave the woman I love, naked, vulnerable, confused and heartbroken, more beautiful than she has ever been. This is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. Each step towards the door, feels like I’m being dragged down by quicksand. Every moment that I feel her gaze burning into my back, fighting the urge not to turn and take one last look at her naked beauty, is sheer agony; a hot poker, staked through my heart. My hand trembles as I reach for the door handle, slowly twisting it, wishing that I didn’t have to walk through this door and leave this moment with her behind.
    A strangled sob escapes her. A single word; a plea. “Nate…”
    As I close the door behind me, the darkness descends and a coldness spreads, enveloping me as I mourn the loss of her. Tonight was the most alive and exhilarated I have ever felt. Watching her come apart beneath me will always be my greatest pleasure, and my biggest regret, because I know, in my very core, that I will never be able to fill the void that she has created in me. Nothing and no one will ever compare to the exquisite beauty of Sofia Mantovani, lost in the moment of sexual ecstasy. She has left an imprint on my soul, and that is a heavy burden to bear; a permanent scar that will stay with me until I take my last breath.

 
    I thought it was hard to leave Sofia whenever I spent the holidays at her parents’ house; giving her a chaste kiss on the cheek and saying goodbye. The softness of her skin against my lips, the delicate scent of her intoxicating me as I lingered for a moment longer than I should have. The look in her eyes as I pulled away; bereft and wanting. That agony was a drop in the ocean compared to the way I felt when I left her in Italy. Ever since I got back from Verona; ever since I walked out of that room in L’Arena; ever since I walked away from her. ..life has seemed