AUTHORS POV

Don Pedro was all over her, Tessa.

She was the center of his desires or whatever that had possessed him that night, that seemed to blind his ears to her pleas and his eyes with lust.

His fingers running through her long, dark hair, and curves that made his mouth water in ways that reminded of his younger days. He couldn't help but stare at her for a few minutes even though she resisted him.

"Please stop pedro," she moaned, her eyes flicking over his muscular shoulders, hoping he listened. "You’re hurting me, please stop"

"I’m sorry I can’t help that you are driving me nuts tonight," he...