Total pages in book: 161
Estimated words: 149338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Where to start.
Where we stood.
Her lips were swollen, pursed, and a bright shade of red. Her face flushed, sweat glistened down the sides of her temples. Shaking to her core with terror. The fear that I was going to hurt her more than I already had. Her hair was fanned out all around her. The left strap of her tank top ripped and torn, exposing the top of her breast. Her hard nipple slightly peeking through the slim, cotton fabric.
I’d never seen her look so fucking beautiful before.
I took my hand off her collarbone, strategically placing it beside her on the bed. Shifting my weight forward. She sucked in a breath the closer my face and body got to hers. Never breaking our intense stare, I slowly moved the gun from her forehead, sliding it down her body. The cool metal leaving a trail of desire in its wake.
I softly pecked the corner of her lips, murmuring, “Do you have a death wish, cariño?”
Her breathing hitched against my lips.
“What did you think would happen if you came into my room uninvited?”
Her mouth shut, swallowing hard. Licking her lips.
“After everything I showed you today. Why would you think I’d be the man you could take by surprise? Do you want me to hurt you?” I asked, pecking her lips. Running my nose lightly up the side of her face, causing her to shiver.
“You’re always hurting me,” she said just above a whisper. “This is just the first time you’ve done it physically. I’ve been hurt so much worse, Martinez. You’re not the only villain I’ve ever crossed paths with.”
I scoffed out, “What do you want from me?”
“Everything.”
Nothing about her confession surprised me. Nothing about the feelings I had for her did either. I never wanted her more than I did at that moment, finally holding her in my arms, feeling her skin against mine, loving the way she was looking at me. Wanting me to make everything right. My mind had been spiraling out of control all day, shouting at me to let her go, to push her away.
I wanted her more than reason, more than what was right or what was wrong. I wanted her more than anything. And I had known that since day one. There was no turning back, only going forward. Pulling her into my Hell with me.
“Te gusta estar a mi merced?” I questioned, “Do you like being at my mercy?” Grinding my hard cock right against her pussy. Never letting up, hitting all the right places that would drive her fucking crazy.
She shuddered beneath me, moaning with every thrust of my hips. Resisting the urge to shut her eyes. Her wetness seeping through the silk of her panties. I guided my gun down her trembling thighs, laying it aside. Brushing my fingers along the same path, up where she wanted me the most.
“Quiero hacerte mía,” I groaned, “I want to make you mine.” Skimming along the edge of the top band then slipping the tips of my fingers in through the side of her panties. “Your body is throbbing for me, begging me to touch it.”
She moaned in response as I scooted them aside. Quivering when the cold air came in contact with her bare folds.
“Tell me what you want,” I ordered against her lips, kissing them ever so lightly. Needing her to tell me this was okay, already knowing her body was craving my touch. But I needed her mind, desperately yearning to hear the words I knew would destroy us both. Everything about this situation was new for both of us.
I hadn’t kissed a woman in years. Never caring for it, all I ever wanted was to fuck. But with Lexi, I wanted it all. Especially, to claim her goddamn mouth, nipping, sucking and licking. Reveling in the feel of her pouty lips against mine. Imagining them wrapped around my cock. Everything about her was addicting, exactly like the drugs I fucking sold.
“You…” she breathed out.
Once I heard the word leave her lips, everything else became fucking fair game. “What do you say?” I taunted, sliding my tongue along her bottom lip.
“Please…”
“Please what?”
“Please touch me.”
I grinned, failing miserably to hide the pleasure only she could cause. Grazing her cheek with the tips of my fingers, I placed a fallen piece of her hair behind her ear. The simple gesture made her lips part as her eyes glazed over, lightly brushing my fingertips against her soft bare folds.
Our eyes stayed connected and for a moment I saw a certain innocence pass through hers, knowing she was a fucking virgin. She didn’t have to tell me, her lust filled gaze showed me everything I needed to know. They spoke volumes. She bit her bottom lip, enticing me, using her sexuality without even knowing what she was doing.