“And you scared me, mi reina. I was fucking gutted when you walked out.”
“You can’t say things like that and expect me to be okay with it,” I say weakly, still not able to comprehend why this man feels the need to want me when there’s a whole line of women who would die to get into his bed and not be as difficult as I am. But maybe that’s what he likes best? The chase.
“You allergic to the truth, mi reina?”
“I’m allergic to men.”
“Nah, Lety. You’re allergic to boys who try to be men—to those who can’t appreciate the woman you are. I’m not that type of man and never will be.”
“How do I know that?” My voice is so small, barely a whisper. My resolve is crumbling, and fast. I’ve been content being by myself. Living my life as a cam model and swearing off men. But loneliness still takes over in the middle of the night. The urge to wrap myself up in the arms of someone who sees me—trulysees me—is becoming nearly impossible to ignore. I’ve just never been able to pick out good men. I love too hard, and it all comes crashing down around me in the end.
“Call it intuition, Lety, but I know I can be the man for you. I just need you to tear down those fucking walls, mi reina, and let me in.”
I want to. So badly, I want to. But I’m also not willing to change the important things in my life for a man. Not even this one. No matter how badly I crave him. “If you plan on fucking me and moving on, you can fuck all the way off.”
“I plan on fucking you and keeping you.”
“Is this going to get me fired?”
“I already told you it wouldn’t. Even if this ends, I won’t let you go unless you ask to be let go.”
“Well, I’m not stopping my work. I fucking love being a sex worker and it makes me feel empowered. If you can’t handle that, then?—”
“Lety.” César brings his thumb back to my lips, effectively cutting me off. There’s amusement glimmering in his eyes, and the sight makes me blush. “I never asked you to quit, and I never will. I fucking love watching you. And now I’ll love knowing your audience can see but not touch you. That you may come on your fingers or toys on camera, but you are coming on my cock and screaming my name afterward.”
Fuck, this man.
This perfect, sexy man. How do I say no to that? I can’t.
“I don’t know how to be a good girlfriend,” I admit. I’m giving this man every out in the book, so he can’t blame me if this goes up in flames.
“Fair. I don’t know how to be a good boyfriend. We’ll figure this shit out together.” César braces his hands on either side of my face, taking a step closer until our bodies align and I feel every inch of him. His cock digs into my thigh, and despite myself, I moan.
“You’re mine, Lety. And I’m about to stake claim to what’s mine. This isyourlast out. You stay and I’m unleashing myself on you.”
Oh, fuck.His words sober me, grounding me in the moment.
“Anyone could walk in,” I remind him, but my brain screams for me to stop talking.
“I guess you better be quiet.” César doesn’t give me a chance to respond. In an instant, his lips are on mine. Hard. Rough. Punishing. He kisses me like he’s drinking me in and punishing me for leaving him the other night.
My body reacts to his, arching into him. I grind against his thigh, desperate for some friction. His hand tangles in my hair, grabbing it in his fist and pulling. Pain and pleasure explode, and I let out a breathy moan.
The bastard chuckles.
“I’m not letting you get away from me this time, Lety,” he growls against my lips.
I open my mouth to…argue? Agree? I don’t know. I don’t get the chance, though, because in the next moment his tongue is in my mouth, claiming and possessing.
I’m a woman undone.
César’s arms come around my body, and with ease I didn’t know was possible, picks me up. I’m not a skinny girl. I have a round, soft stomach. Thick thighs. Curves and rolls. I’ve never been picked up and carried across a room before, but César makes it seem easy. His muscles don’t even look like they strain as he carries me.
I think I’ve officially met my match. That both terrifies and thrills me.
César sets me on his desk and moves between my legs. “I watch you play with that pretty pussy weekly. Watching you pump your fingers inside of you and tease that little clit. It’s my turn,” he growls.
“Yes, sir,” I purr, earning a growl from him. He likes it. Good.
