Her small hand reaches for my wayward dick. Like she did during our last encounter in a bathroom suite. Even this time, it still catches me off guard.
Sparks catapult through my chest when she finds the courage to speak. “If you really thought I was capable of murder, you would have killed me in front of your men. That's a fact. Instead, I’m in this bathroom with you, naked and surrounded by steam.”
I bare my teeth at her. No one calls me out. In a tornado movement, I seize her long throat. “Understand this,little liar. I need a woman to fuck for the night, and you’re the only woman here. I will happily shoot you dead if I find out you were involved in my father’s assassination.Comprende?” I spit out, leaning into her face so the tips of our noses brush.
Truth is, having tasted my share of females, I’ve never met anyone with the ability to soothe the corruption spreading through my veins like hot tar. Until her. And the night she dragged me out of the black mist with her voodoo, witchy spell, using her pretty little mouth and hungry groans.
I lost control—and she took it.
Her fingertips skate to my balls, ticklish pressure forces my abdomen to clench.
“I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Get the security footage from the bar. You’ll see for yourself. It wasn’t me.”
With her hand still on my dick and mine cinching her throat, we stand in silence. I contemplate her honesty and she pushes back her shoulders to correct her posture.
“You still a sweet little virgin?” I growl, aware of her daring fingertips coaxing my troubled mind to a safer place. While fondling my shaft, she nods her head ever so slightly. “If you continue to touch me like that, you won’t be for much longer.”
Those eyes of fire drill into mine, the challenge set as she whispers, “Is that a threat?” Her voice is smoky and provocative, like she’s feeding off my moonless state of mind.
I walk her backward into the shower, pressing my weight into her slippery body. Her breasts tease my chest.
My mouth drops to the shell of her ear. “No threat,little liar. It’s a fucking promise.”
5
CARINA
“Get on your knees. Tonight,little liar, I am your king.”
I inhale sharply at his command, my heart racing. Remarkable pitch-black eyes glitter under pinprick recessed lights, making them off-the-charts magical. Firm hands apply pressure to my shoulders, the weight forcing me to kneel before him on my scratched knees.
I ignore the shudder of fear shaking me from within and accept he’s a full-fledged maniac. With his vicious demands comes an indescribable look, where the cruel beast is barely contained––for either his sake or mine. He’s not a misunderstood eldest child searching for redemption. Tomás Souza is a wicked sinner who wants to set my world on fire. With me in it. And what’s even more alarming is that I want him to join me.
I don’t know why or how, but the fascination kindling like embers in my core is obvious by the unbearable ache in my sex. How my mouth waters at the thickness of his solid dick now tracing my mouth as he steers it from corner to corner.
“Like what you see?” His breath catches as if he’s struggling to breathe.
Salty fluid coats my lips as I hum in agreement. I flick my tongue out to taste him and wonder if it’s normal to crave a man’s cum as much as I do.
The threatening grunt from the back of his throat gives away his hunger, even though he’s fighting to stay unfazed. Something tells me he doesn’t let go very often and I’ll enjoy the privilege of witnessing it.
For the life of me, I don't understand why I’m not sinking my teeth into the angry crown of satiny skin that strikes one of my cheeks and then the other. But my hands glide over his strong, wet thighs, feeling his hip dips and flexed buttocks.
I’ve never truly understood the concept of worshiping. Yet right now, on my knees before a man with a physique like his, that’s exactly what I’m doing—adoring him.
“Open your mouth.” The order cracks like a long-tailed whip, lashing me with shivery tingles. “I want to feel your pretty mouth all over me again.” He gathers my hair into a messy ponytail and traps the lengths in his fist. His firm hold burns my scalp where his fingers clamp shut. “Want to know why I want my dick in your mouth?” he murmurs.
I meet his coal-colored eyes and nod, struggling with the illicit desire he’s tarnished my innocence with. “I haven’t stopped thinking about it since you sank to your knees and sucked me off… when I should’ve obeyed my father.” His voice switches to infuriated and callous. “It was the best fucking blow job I’ve ever had.” He spits the compliment into the swirling steam and catches it with snarling teeth, before drowning his praise in the pool of hot water lapping my shins. “Now take it all again… every last inch of me.”
He yanks my head back and watches the tiny droplets catch on my lashes. I take a gulp of air and relax my jaw a little to let him slide in halfway. The weight of him sits heavy on my flattened tongue. He stills. We both do. Me obediently bowing before the new sovereign and him silently finding his way through the darkness he lives in.
Tomás releases my sopping strands and stretches his arms out at either side of his glorious golden torso, his defined abdomen as tight as a drum and leg muscles tensed. His masculine sway infects me with a disease that will ultimately destroy me.
It’s a powerful and unexplained urge to obey. The sight of this man vibrating with raw need––with a dark and smoky desire for me––obliterates the warning signs and showers me with feverish chills. Hewantsme. And in this moment, I want him too.
“Eyes up. You already know how I like it.” Our gazes clash like swords freshly sharpened on a whetstone.
It’s electrifying to meet the eyes of a killer who hunts pleasure with the woman he’s branded as the enemy. But he doesn’t stare at me with the evil gaze of a man who’d slice up my throat. He sinks his teeth into his bottom lip and sucks in a tattered breath when the length of him fills my mouth completely. I gag when the tip rams my epiglottis, my stomach convulsing.