I can’t help but stare at his chiseled-from-stone body. It’s not perfect, not at all. He’s covered in scars and marks, and holy fuck, pierced like I imagined he might be. His cock is decorated with piercings that run along its length in a ladder-like fashion.
He grins, knowing what I’m looking at and loving it. He moves over me, his uninjured arm taking most of his weight. “Spread your legs, gorgeous.”
My legs open up wide for him. Without warning, he thrusts deep inside me, watching my face as he does. I cry out, unable to help it. His cock is massive and stretches me. There is also the rub of the piercings, which feels like nothing else I have ever experienced.
Then he pulls almost all the way out and does it again, his lips twisting cruelly. “See, even your tight little cunt knows we’re perfect for each other. It fits me like a glove.” His lips come back to mine, and he devours me while he keeps thrusting into me. Slowly at first, but then he picks up the pace, slamming into me in a way I can hardly take.He’s brutal, but not unkind, every pump sent to drive me further over the edge. And like this, with the way he’s holding my legs, it hits all the good parts. Then he pulls back. “Roll over. I need to be deeper,” he rasps out.
I do as I’m told, not sure how much more of this I can handle but not wanting it to stop either. It’s too good.
He takes a pillow and slides it under my stomach, positioning me right where he wants me. Then he pushes inside me again. So deep, making me feel so full that my pussy pulses. I cry out into the room, my moans of pleasure vibrating off the wall. So loud I know Jagger must be able to hear and know exactly what is going on. But right now, I don’t care. So, I let go and give Cruz full access to every part of me, pushing back, telling him I want more. Giving him the okay to bring me undone any way he sees fit.
“Fuck, you have a hot ass, so fucking juicy.” He slaps me playfully, the sting hardly registering with the overwhelming pleasure coma I’m already in.
“More,” I cry, my body trembling all over again.
“So hungry, aren’t you, little darlin’? Fuck, I knew you would be.” He slaps the other cheek then spreads the juices from my pussy over my asshole and pushes a finger inside of me there as well.
Oh, dear God. My body convulses. I was so close already, but that dirty move just tripped me into a new field of pleasure.
He grunts as he shoves me further down, pumping into me even deeper as he fills me with his own release. “Fuck yes, little darlin’.”
It’s then, right in that very moment, I realize we didn’t use a condom. I didn’t even think about it. And I know I should have, I’m smarter than this—but he had me all Cruz drunk. I go all hot and clammy, realizing what I have done. Fuck.
He moves off me and pulls me back to the bed with him, holding me close. “Hope you don’t have any plans for today. I’m not letting you go,” he whispers sleepily. “Ever.”
I try to laugh. I wish I were just as relaxed. Two minutes ago, I was in heaven, but now I’m freaking out. Because I’m not on birth control, and I just let Cruz cum inside me.
Chapter 19
Love is a Battlefield
Afterweshoweredtogether,I made the two of us breakfast—scrambled eggs, buttery toast, and coffee. We have been sitting at the kitchen island together eating quietly, both of us trapped in our own thoughts. I have no idea what is running through Cruz’s mind, but all I can imagine is two thin blue lines on a pregnancy test. Not only that, but now I know I need to go to a sexual health clinic and get all the tests done again or I can’t work the VIP rooms. Those are the rules, and they are there for a good reason to protect us. I’m so pissed at myself for the monumental screw-up. Yeah, I could blame Cruz, but the truth is, I should have been on top of this. Now Ijust have to work out how I get to the doctors without having that awkward conversation with one of the boys.
“Are you working tonight?” he asks, looking up from his breakfast.
“I have the night off.”
“Excellent.” His eyes light up.
“Cruz, I’m going to go back to work tomorrow, and I don’t need you showing up and ruining it for me like you did the other night. I like my job.”
He searches my face. “What would make you quit?”
“What?”
“What would make you quit? Another job you like better. Money? Just tell me what you need, and I will get it for you.”
I close my eyes and sigh heavily, and taking his hand in mine, I give it a squeeze. I appreciate what he thinks he’s doing. I haven’t had many people in my life on my side, and it’s nice he wants to help, but it’s the last thing I need. “It’s a sweet offer, but what you need to understand is I’m just coming out of a marriage where he controlled my every move. Before that, my papa did. I just want to live for the first time in my life, Cruz. No amount of money will make me want to quit, and I don’t want another job. I really like this one, dancing makes me feel alive.”
He raises his brow, his eyes locking with mine. “You enjoy shaking your tits and ass for creepy fuckers with too much money?”
“I enjoy dancing.”
“Problem solved, then I will find you a job dancing.”
I suck in a deep breath. “It’s not that easy. Without a green card, I can’t just get a job in the States. I also never went to a reputable dance school to do a degree. I wouldn’t have the experience to teach dance or perform, and unlucky for me, I’m already too old to try to get in now.My parents fucked me over when they married me off to Valentine Moretti, and now, I have to do what I can with what I have.”
He squeezes my hand tighter. “I will find another way.”
