Samantha
" Tell me, Samantha, do you want it?” Maximo asks.
I laugh nervously, “ No,” My voice is shaky.
“ Oh come on,” That tattooed arm leaves my thigh and caresses my cheek softly.
Maximo pouts and he looks so f*****g cute. For a moment I forget who he really is, a whole f*****g sadistic dragon.
I shake my head, I can't trust my words at the moment, there is a high possibility they will betray me.
His hand moves to play with the few ombré locks that fell as a carpet to cover my face from his sharp gaze.
“ Where is that brave girl that kissed me in the kitchen?” He purrs his lips close to my neck. He takes a deep breath in, drawing my scent like he draws up a smock from his famous cigar. When he breathes out, he growls softly.
My cheeks heat up, and I peer to look at San
