Although she’s the daughter of landed Mexican aristocracy, Margarita Estrada believes the people’s revolution is in the right. When she meets dashing bandit general Carlos Montaña, she has even more reason to espouse the revolutionary cause.
Then Carlos crashes her family’s Twelfth Night fiesta and her life erupts in totally unexpected ways, bringing her innocence to a sudden end. Can Margarita protect her family from brutality and also live her fantasy as a revolutionary’s mistress?
After a moment, Carlos began to undress, tossing the short jacket aside, following it with his shirt which seemed to be made of the same soft fine fabric as the shift she still wore. He took a wooden boot jack off the wall and levered off first one high-heeled boot and then the other. Finally he undid the heavy buckle at his waist and took off his gun belt, hanging it on the back of a chair near the bed. Then he undid his trousers and let the weight of the woolen cloth drag them over his hips and down his legs.
I should look away but I can’t! Rita had never seen a man naked before but the pictures in her art books at college, statues of ancient Greek and Roman heroes had prepared her to some extent. But none of them were anything like this. No stylized grape leaf reposed coyly at his crotch to conceal the cock many a bull or stallion could have proudly claimed. Behind it his cojones plumped to either side, the skin dark and pebbled. His body was roped with muscle, marked in places with irregular white scars, souvenirs of old knife and bullet wounds, or so she suspected. His skin was a lighter tan where the sun rarely touched it but still much darker than hers. And he was heart-stoppingly beautiful.
Rita felt the blood rush to her face, heating her skin in a glowing blush but she still did not lower her gaze. He was too marvelous, too magnificent to deny. He paced back to the bedside, stood to look at her a moment again and then put one knee on the edge, leaning down toward her. With one hand, he caught her shoulder and raised her into a sitting position while the other hand fisted a handful of fabric at the bottom of her shift and began to roll it up her body. He lifted her enough to slip the gown free beneath her hips and bottom and then with a quick tug, he had it over her head and off. He tossed it down beside his shirt.
Rita fluttered her hands a moment, not sure whether to try to cover her breasts or the dark triangle of curls between her thighs. In the end she did neither because Carlos lay down beside her and gathered her into his arms once again. With a sigh of acceptance, of surrender, she let him, all but melting when her bare body came into contact with his. For several heartbeats, he simply held her, giving her time to get used to the new sensations. Her breasts ached, the nipples hardening into aching bronze peaks. Sticky moisture dampened the insides of her thighs which she clamped together against the dull hollow pain that surfaced there.
After a moment he rolled enough to place her on her back, and propped up on one elbow over her. With his free hand he began a patient exploration of her body, starting at her right shoulder. Although his hand was big and hard, the touch felt very gentle. He stroked her as one might soothe a half-wild filly to accept a rope, to learn to tolerate a saddle. She trembled as a wild creature might, fearful yet fascinated by this alien touch. First he slid his hand down her arm, folded his fingers around her wrist and held it a moment, as if marveling that he could almost encompass it twice. “Que pequeño. How tiny your bones are.”
He released her wrist and reversed the path up her arm, hesitated a moment before drifting to cup her right breast, kneading it with the tips of his fingers and then plucking the nipple in a teasing pinch. That nearly brought her off the bed, it was so intense. Bolts of energy seared through her body to home in on her pussy. She’d heard the word used by some of her schoolmates but never before applied it to herself. Now it seemed to fit. The nude and wanton mistress-to-be of a bandit general could have a pussy where a virgin student might not.
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