He looks like he wants to kill me, but at the same time, the air around us became charged with wild sexual energy the moment he touched me.
I know he can feel it, too. There’s no way he can’t. It’s so thick I could touch it, could cut it, and it would still be thick. It’s stifling me.
He releases a breath and presses his forehead to mine.
“I told you I would never hurt you,” he breathes, brushing his nose against mine. “Didn’t you believe me?”
“Yes, but I was so scared I didn’t know what to do.”
He continues to stare at me. The anticipation and closeness are almost unbearable.
The look in his eye turns to longing, and then I see it.
I see that look of love I witnessed only days ago when he told me about his first love.
I wondered what it would feel like to have him look at me like that. Now he is, and I feel unworthy of it.
“Damn you for not trusting me, Lucia.”
With one hard grasp, he brings my face closer and crushes his lips to mine.
The electricity in his kiss sends a ravenous shudder through me, and my body feels heavy and light at the same time.
His tongue pushes into my mouth, capturing mine, and I melt into the electrical heat that scorches me from the inside out.
My body throbs for more as he gives me more, and all the blood in my veins surges at a rapid pace from my head to my toes.
He tears off my little dress, ripping the material and sending the little buttons on the side clattering to the floor.
My panties are next. All I hear is a rip, and I feel a tug as he yanks them off me.
I want to take off his clothes, too, but it’s clear he’s in charge, in control, and all I can do is submit to him and the wild primal energy consuming the both of us.
I do. I submit. So, when he shoves his pants down and slams his cock hard into me, I take it.
My pussy spasms from the impact of undiluted pleasure and the shockwave hammering through me.
He starts moving inside me, and I hold on to him while we continue kissing.
The heady sensation of his lips on mine and the thrilling blast of his cock claiming me have me hooked under his spell again, and I forget everything.
There’s always a moment when I get lost in him. It happens now, but it feels like it’s been amplified.
He pounds into me with the fierceness of a wild animal, tunneling into my body like he wants to leave a mark on me forever. I realize with a pang that’s probably what this is. As soon as the thought hits me, I come. I cry out against his lips and ride the wave of passion as he continues pounding into me.
“You make me crazy, Lucia,” he chokes out. “Fucking crazy.”
I want to answer, but he pounds harder, so hard and rough it hurts all over.
Then he comes. A savage roar rumbles from his throat, and he presses me into the wall.
It takes a few minutes before either of us can move. He does first.
He pulls out of me but doesn’t let me go. He keeps his hold on my face, and my heart sinks when that look of love fades away.
I actually watch it recede into the dark parts of his irises until it’s no longer there. What I see now are pain and regret.
“I loved you, but you lied,” he says after a long moment.
“I’m so sorry.”
He shakes his head. “I know, but I can’t forgive you. It was El Diablo who organized my brother’s death. My baby girl was supposed to die that day too. Every time you lied or took a call from Thiago or anybody else, you put my child in danger, and she’s all I live for. I stay alive to protect her, and you nearly took her from me.”
He releases me then and sighs. As I watch him walk away, all that’s left of the hope, happiness, and love fades into the ether.
When the door clicks shut, I know there’s nothing I can do to fix it.