“You know me,” Sabrina whispered. “You know I love you. You must feel something for me, in here.” She placed a hand over his heart. Her touch filled his chest with warmth. “Don’t you still love me…even just a little bit?”
Her voice was filled with anguish, and Renaldo wanted to ease it as much as he wanted to ease his own. He covered her hand. “A little bit? I never stopped loving you, absolutely, completely, with all my heart. Even when I was angry.” His fingers tightened around hers, and he stepped closer to look down into her upturned face. “Even when I told myself I hated you, I never stopped.”
Her eyes grew wide and bright in her face. “Honey…”
“I forgive you.”
With a choked sob she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck.
Renaldo lifted her into his arms and pressed his face into the scented groove of her neck. “The thought of you with another man…it tore me apart.”
“I know. I know, honey. I’m sorry.”
“I won’t let you leave me.”
“I don’t want to leave.” She kissed his cheek.
“No more lies.”
“No more,” she promised and kissed his chin.
“If there’s a problem, you come to me, and we figure it out together. No matter how terrible you think it is, entende?” He had to get that point across. The pain of knowing she was with another man was made even worse by her deception.
“Yes, I understand. I promise I will. I’ll do whatever you say.”
He touched his lips to hers. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.” She kissed his face, the fine hairs of his brow, his narrow nose.
“You’re mine.”
She looked deeply into his eyes and caressed his cheek with the back of her fingers. “I am. That’s never changed. And it never will.”
Chapter Seventeen
Renaldo carried her to their bedroom and removed her clothes, tossing them to the carpeted floor. She climbed into bed to wait for him, and he quickly disrobed, never letting his gaze leave her.
He went into her outstretched arms and let his mouth travel over the arch of her throat. He dropped kisses all over the soft skin until she purred with satisfaction. The sound quickened his blood. She tasted so good and, Deus, he couldn’t live without this. Without her. Sabrina was everything to him and all the money in the world didn’t matter if he couldn’t have her.
“You’re mine.”
“Yes. Yes, Renny.”
His mouth covered hers, and he rolled onto his back, pulling her on top of him. Sabrina sank into the kiss with pure pleasure. He wanted her. He still loved her. That exhilarating thought compounded the heat of her own desire and added urgency to their lovemaking.
She straddled him and kissed his muscular pecs. The tip of her tongue flicked a flat nipple, and he groaned, his hips jerking under her. She ran her fingers down his chest and along the ridges of his abdomen. Her mouth followed the trail, worshipping the tight, corded muscles. She never failed to have the same reaction when she saw him naked. He was perfection. Hard and muscular, with his skin a beautiful bronze that made her mouth water.
Lower, she kissed his hips, using her teeth to nibble at the sensitive skin of his inner thighs. The muscles there quivered, and he ran his fingers through her thick hair.
“Sabrina.” The gravelly tone spurred her on, encouraged her to give him even more pleasure to show how much she loved him.
Her fingers curled around the base of his hard flesh as she covered the broad head with her mouth. The fingers in her hair tightened as he drew a deep breath. Lifting his hips, Renaldo prodded her to take him deeper. She happily obliged, lowering her head to suck more of him into her mouth until the tip hit the back of her throat.
Sabrina moved her mouth and hand in tandem, sliding up and down the thick shaft. Their gazes locked as she continued to suck him. The sounds of his pleasure-filled agony were like music to her ears. She enjoyed making him feel good, felt so powerful when the calm exterior cracked and he lost control.
“Você é incrível,” he groaned. You’re incredible. Rendered almost helpless by her mouth, he was only able to communicate in his native tongue.
He told her he was about to come and propped up on an elbow. He thought he could stop her, said he wanted to come inside of her, but she had other plans. She refused to release him. She wanted him to come in her mouth. She wanted his male essence splashed across her taste buds.
Renaldo’s face contorted and the fingers in her hair curled and tightened. He moved his hips faster and muttered something unintelligible right before he burst inside of her mouth. Falling back onto the bed, he let out a loud moan and shuddered as she sucked the last bit down her throat.
Sabrina crawled over him and straddled his thighs. Renaldo watched her from half-closed lids, trying to recover.
“Mmm.” She licked her lips, and his nerves rippled at the image she presented.
Her mane of chestnut curls were disheveled and wild from where his fingers had run all through them. She was sexy, sultry, her eyes now darkened to a smoky topaz in the throes of arousal. Her full mouth was moist from the stroke of her own tongue after the decadent pleasure she displayed at swallowing his seed.
Renaldo came up to a seated position and fanned his fingers over her soft buttocks. He pulled her closer, and she propped back on her hands with her hard nipples pouting up to him. They tingled with longing before he caught one in his mouth. She let her head roll back, lost in the sensation of his gentle suckling. His tongue added another layer, stroking across the turgid tip.
“Feels so good.”
The sensitive flesh between her legs throbbed and ached for his possession. She grinded her hips into his and felt his penis harden and swell between them. He was ready again and she was ready for him.
Sabrina looped her arms around his neck, and with her knees on either side of his hips, she seated herself on him. Her feminine core fit around the girth of his hard shaft. Her mouth fell open on a loud cry and her body tightened backward in a deep arch at the pleasure that shot through her. His penetration was shockingly good.
“Você está bela, meu amor.” He kissed her neck, her jaw line, and then claimed her lips. They indulged in a long, slow kiss. Renaldo ran his hands up and down her back, and she held onto him as his hips moved under her. She rode him, rocking back and forth, her breath coming in shorter and shorter gasps at the nonstop pleasure.
Her nails bit into her palms as they continued to pump and grind. “Please don’t stop. Please, please don’t,” she pleaded.
“You’re mine.” Renaldo continued to thrust, filling her, giving her exactly what she craved. “Say it.”
“I’m yours.” She could barely breathe, let alone speak, but for him she made the effort. She was his. She’d been so miserable without him, she didn’t know what she would have done if he’d sent her away again.
Renaldo continued to push, and she continued to ride. It felt so good breathing almost escaped her. Firm hands gripped her hips and guided her in the back and forth motion. Her body was so wet from the pleasure he inflicted.
They moved even faster, and their heavy, panting breaths mingled together. She got wetter as her excitement escalated. He spoke to her in a mixture of English and Portuguese while she clung to him. They were words of praise, telling her how beautiful she was, how he could never get enough, how no other woman had ever driven him out of his mind the way she did.
Renaldo rolled her onto her back. He drove his hard flesh in and out of her, afforded an easy passage by the slick heat between her open legs. Their fingers threaded together and he stretched her arms above her head. He worked his hips—those sexy Latin hips moved with precision to a primal rhythm that satisfied her every desire and touched a spot deep in her heart no man had ever been able to reach before.
Sabrina arched back and cried out, three times in succession, the orgasm erupting like a volcano. Her fingers tightened around his and her entire body
tensed. Then she convulsed as the explosion ricocheted within the walls of her womb. “Renny, Renny…”
Still hard, he continued to thrust between her thighs. He was like a man possessed. As if he had something to prove. His hips demanded, pushing into her like a piston and steadily guiding her back to the peak.
“Minha, minha, minha…!” His voice was raw and thick, his dark eyes focused on her face. Emotion punctuated each savage movement. The possessive words sounded torn from him, and she knew he meant them with every breath he took.
Mine, mine, mine…!
* * * *
It seemed impossible that Sabrina and Renaldo could get any closer than they already were, with her leg thrown over his thigh and their arms wrapped around each other as if they were never going to be separated again. But when she kissed his throat, his muscular arm managed to pull her closer and her still sensitive breasts flattened against his chest.
Sabrina ran her hand across the toned muscles of his back. His skin was like satin. “You feel so good.”
“Not as good as you.” He squeezed her bottom.
She stretched her languid limbs and nuzzled his neck. She liked when he paid her compliments, seducing her with his words.
“Renny?”
“Hmm?” He sounded content, and so was she, but they had to face reality and deal with the problem of Mateo.
“We have to do something about those photos. He threatened to expose what happened that night. The way he looked at us when we were leaving the market worries me. He’s going to do something, sooner rather than later probably.”
Renaldo rolled onto his back and let his fingertips trail lightly up and down her spine. “After looking at his criminal record, I think you’re right. He’s capable of anything.”
“I told him I wouldn’t give him any more money, but I know he’s not finished with us. What can we do? Do you think we should pay him?”
“No. I will take care of it.”
“What are you going to do?”
“I’ll get the photos and put an end to this.”
Noting the rigid set to his jaw, Sabrina was afraid to ask what he meant. “Honey, please be careful.”
Renaldo slid his hand into her hair and cupped the back of her head in his hand. “You are worried about me? You think I can’t handle that little boy?”
“I don’t want anything to happen to you. He seems dangerous.”
“I know where he lives. I know everything about him.” Renaldo captured her gaze with his. “I’m not afraid of him, and you should not be, either. You are not alone in this. Trust that I will take care of you. As long as I have breath in my body, you will never, ever have to fear anyone or anything again. Entende?”
Sabrina nodded.
Renaldo’s hand reached for and caressed her backside. The gentle touch awakened desire inside of her again. His member swelled between them.
“Eu te amo,” he whispered.
So many feelings bubbled inside of her. Love, appreciation, gratitude for the man who’d shown her such unconditional love. She gently kissed the bruised skin of his swollen hand. She then rolled on top of him and covered his face in kisses, as all her emotions rose up inside of her, falling as tears onto his cheeks. It was like a new day. They were starting over. Truly starting over. The aching void inside of her was gone.
He loved her. He forgave her. And they would face whatever the future held together.
“Eu te amo,” he said again and eased his length into her.
She took all of him, rocking gently, giving him her love. The rhythmic movement of their bodies was gentle, but no less passionate than their last bout of lovemaking.
He took her to the heights of ecstasy with controlled movements and a steady stroke. Her body shuddered as an avalanche of sensations had her whimpering his name and telling him how much she loved him.
“I love you. I love you so much.”
She kept telling him. She breathed it into his mouth. Whispered it in his ear. Wrote it on his skin with her lips.
Over and over and over again.
Chapter Eighteen
Sabrina sat on a stool in Renaldo’s closet, which doubled as a dressing room, watching him get dressed.
“How do I look?” he asked, straightening his tie in the mirror.
This was the fourth tie he’d tried on and he still wasn’t satisfied. She’d never seen him so nervous and agitated before.
“Honey, you’re not going to a meeting. You’re going to see your mother.”
With two impatient tugs he removed the tie. “This was your idea.”
“I told you from the beginning I thought a tie was too much.”
“Not the tie. This—this great idea about going to see her. If it blows up in my face, I’m blaming you.”
Sabrina went to him. “It won’t.” She rose up on her toes and reassured him with a kiss.
“No tie?”
“No tie,” she repeated with a small smile. “She’s already agreed to see you. Relax.” She undid the top button of his shirt and smoothed her hand over his chest. “That’s better.”
Renaldo took a deep breath. “I haven’t seen her in so long. It feels…strange.”
“I know. But no matter what happens, you’ll be glad you’re taking this step. At least you’ll have an answer one way or the other.” She ran a fingertip over his full lower lip. “I love you.”
“Even though I’m an arrogant, hypocritical bastard?” The corner of his mouth hitched up.
“Turns out I have a weakness for arrogant, hypocritical bastards.”
Over a week had passed since the night he told her that he forgave her and still loved her. In all that time, Renaldo hadn’t been able to find Mateo. He had someone staking out Mateo’s apartment, but there’d been no sign of him. Sabrina worried about the outcome of this ordeal, but she was heartened by the fact that they were facing it together.
She watched her husband brush his hair again, even though it didn’t need it. She understood his anxiety. She hadn’t known he’d been thinking about contacting his mother until a few days ago when he mentioned plans to meet her. Her words in Rio had stayed with him and made him think about how he would feel if something did happen to the woman who’d given birth to him. He said he’d never forgive himself if he didn’t take the steps to at least try to see if they could establish a relationship.
The scheduled visit to his mother’s had coincided with a visit from Jewel, who’d be there any minute to have lunch with her. Sabrina had offered to postpone the lunch and accompany him, but he’d been adamant that he wanted to go alone.
Finally, Renaldo heaved a sigh and turned to Sabrina. He pulled her into his arms and rested his forehead against hers.
She wrapped her arms around his torso, hoping to transfer some positive energy.
“I’ll call you when I’m done,” he said.
“Call me from the car as soon as you leave her house. I want to know every single thing that happens.”
“I will.”
A few minutes later he was gone, and Sabrina prayed that the meeting went well.
* * * *
Renaldo sat in an elegant room that looked more like a furniture show room than a living room. After he’d pulled into the driveway, he’d gazed at the house where his mother resided. He was familiar with this exclusive neighborhood located a few miles outside of Sao Paulo. He’d looked at a house nearby a few years back but preferred to stay in the city—for now. Once he and Sabrina had children, this would be the kind of place where he’d like to buy a house and raise them.
His mother entered the room with a tray of pastries and coffee. Despite his protests, she disappeared soon after leading him into the room while she went to get the refreshments.
The years had been good to her. She looked the same as the last photo he’d seen. Only her hair, with a few gray strands throughout, hinted at her age.
She was very tall, and he remembered once hearing someone comment that she’d gi
ven up her dream of becoming a model when she’d married so young.
The fine lines at the corners of her eyes deepened as a nervous smiled touched her face. “I wasn’t sure what you’d like, so I brought you a little bit of everything. When you were little you used to love—” The walk down memory lane ended abruptly, and the bone China coffee set rattled on the tray in her unsteady hands.
Renaldo eased the tray away from her. “Have a seat.”
In the moments that followed, they exchanged pleasantries until they ran out of ideas for conversation and the room fell quiet.
“Why?” Renaldo had to ask. He had to know. “Why didn’t you ever try to see us after you left?”
His mother stared at the coffee set. “Because I didn’t deserve you after what I’d done. I-I couldn’t live with myself. And I’ve regretted it all these years.” She fingered the cross hanging from the rosary beads around her neck. “I prayed this day would come, and my prayers have been answered.”
Renaldo averted his eyes at the prick of regret in his chest. All this time he and his sisters had stayed away because they’d feared her rejection. So much time wasted when all along they’d all wanted the same thing.
“I wanted more children, but…I wasn’t able to have them, and I thought that was my punishment for what I did. Why should I be blessed with more when I gave up the ones I had?” She hung her head and suddenly looked like an old woman—much older than her forty-something years.
Renaldo took a deep breath. Was he ready for this? “I’m not making any promises, but…I could…visit again soon.”
Her head snapped up. “Yes.” She covered her mouth with trembling fingers and her eyes moistened.
Renaldo cleared his throat, which ached with the weight of the emotion filling it. “I’ll bring my wife next time. And I’ll talk to Beatrisa and Carolina. See if they want to come, as well.”
“Yes. Yes.” Tears trickled down her cheeks.
“I’d better go.” Renaldo got up. He hadn’t planned to stay long anyway, and her emotional response made him uncomfortable. He couldn’t handle her emotions and his own, and his were more than enough to deal with. But it was good that he’d come. Healing.
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