Curling a fist into her wet hair, I yanked her head up and away from the mattress. “Don’t you fucking hide from me. I told you I need to hear you.”
My strokes intensified, and I drove into her with delicious cruelty. Evangelina’s body jolted forward, incessant moans spilling from her lips with each thrust. The sheets bunched around her blanched knuckles as she fought to stay upright.
“Oh… God, don’t stop.”
I leaned close to her ear, her little body dominated, eclipsed by mine. “No, not God. Derek.”
My fingers found her swollen clit again, and I pinched it. “Fuck… fuck,” she sobbed, biting into one of her wrists.
Her whole body trembled, and the walls of her sex constricted around my cock.
“So close, angel. Let go and come for me.” Evangelina’s cries built to a crescendo. “I want to feel you come all over my cock. I want you to show me how good I fuck you, baby.”
She shook her head from side to side, eyes squeezed shut while cursing in Spanish. I laughed darkly at her defiance and gripped her ass cheek, hooking my thumb and putting pressure over her tight rim. “I want this too.” I leaned over and spit until she was coated, and I pushed inside.
“Oh…”she whimpered, biting at the sheets.
Another hard pinch to her swollen clit as I pushed deeper. Harder. Filling her so fucking completely. Two more unforgiving thrusts and Evangelina cried out, writhing beneath me.
“That’s it. That’s my fucking girl.” I gripped her hips with bruising force. The pressure in my balls coiled each time the waves of her release clamped down on my dick. “You come only for me, angel.”
I rammed her body, my ball sack slapping against her thighs. Faster. As I pulled her back into me, her hands no longer grasping the comforter, I whispered, “Remember who you belong to.” I cupped her breasts, my thrusts slowing as I held her tight, branding her flesh with the imprint of my fingers. “Say it.”
“Derek. I’m yours.”
One. Two. Three hard strokes.
I snapped inside her.
“Fuck.” Loud grunts rumbled past my clenched teeth and into the crook of her neck as I bucked into her. Rope after rope of my seed pumping out of my cock.
CHAPTERTHIRTY-ONE
EVANGELINA
Derek’s toned bare ass was all I could look at as he made his way into the bathroom to dispose of the condom. I’d lost track of what time it was, but that was the third one of the night.
Every inch of his body was covered in dark ink, and I never knew how attractive that could be until now. Closing my eyes, I let out a low squeal as I focused on all the parts of me that still hummed with the memory of his touch. I’d never given control over to a man as I had with Derek. Never knew how thrilling and, frankly, how fucking hot it could be. I lay on the bed, feeling utterly boneless, the sting of bruises biting at different parts of my body.
He climbed in beside me and slid under the thick comforter. I was still sprawled on my stomach, head resting over my arms, too damn worn out to move or keep my eyes open any longer. The fire of his gaze warmed my skin, sending goosebumps cascading across my flesh. I shivered, and the smile permanently etched on my face grew wider.
“Are you cold?” he asked. I shook my head, not trusting my voice just yet. The back of his hand caressed my bare shoulder, then down my arm. “Talk to me, angel.”
My eyes fluttered open at his softened tone. And I lost myself in those eyes, the same ones that had captivated me from the very first day.
“I just…” I croaked as I propped myself on my elbows. “I’ve never...” I shook my head, trying to clear the high. “You called me a slut.” I laughed. “And I fucking loved it.”
Derek pulled the sheet from my body and feathered his fingers down the curve of my ass. “In here, you’re mine to fuck and bend, tear apart, and put back together. Only mine.”
Leaning in close, I hovered over his lips. “Then I never want to leave,” I whispered as he pulled me into a slow kiss by the back of the neck. His tongue licked the roof of my mouth, and I moaned into his, feeling my ravaged pussy throbbing for more of him.
Would I survive another around?
I wasn’t sure, but I was more than willing to make the sacrifice.
“Angel,” he said, arm circling my waist and tugging me to his chest. Our legs intertwined, and I lay my head over his shoulder, waiting for him to continue. “Ronan.” His body tensed beneath me as he spoke. “He didn’t say or do anything that made you uncomfortable, did he?”
How could I put our exchange into words? There wasn’t anything concrete one way or the other. Maybe it was just in my head, planted there by Alexa’s disapproval. But I knew better. His presence was unnerving, as if he knew things about my life, about me, that I wasn’t even aware of. Worst of all, he seemed to enjoy having the upper hand.
