“Stop me now,” he warns, his voice hoarse as his fingers just barely rub against my opening. “Or I won’t be able to.”
“Don’t stop,” I plead, making him growl, low and feral as he penetrates me with just one of his long fingers.
It’s tight and a little uncomfortable at first but then he moves it against something inside me and I moan out again at the feeling.
“My God. Que apretada esta tu panochita. So tight. Fuck.”
I can’t make out half of what he’s saying. His mix of Spanish and English is so raw and dirty, it does something to my body. I feel myself grow more wet as he slides in and out of me.
He glides another finger inside me, slow at first, then harder. I bite his shoulder to keep from screaming and hear him hiss under his breath.
“I’m sorry,” I half-whisper, half-moan.
“Do it again, Datura. I want to feel your teeth on my skin and your nails dragging down my back when you come on my fingers.”
My pussy clenches down on him and I feel something build up inside of me before it detonates. I come hard, the orgasm tearing through me as my body rocks against his hand. I moan out a mess of unintelligible words as he holds me up, one arm tight around my waist and the other still between my thighs.
Finally, when it’s over, I sag against him, wincing as he pulls his thick fingers from inside me. I’m definitely going to be sore tomorrow. I can’t imagine what I would feel like after having more than just a couple fingers inside me. I should feel bad, I know I should. After all, I did just let the guard sent by my future husband, finger-fuck me in the home gym. His fingers come up to his mouth and I watch, entranced as he licksthem clean. The movement makes my insides heat again and I have to bite my lip to keep from moaning out.
“You are trouble,” he says, his eyes flashing with heat and desire.
“You’re the one who started it, Frankie” I whisper.
Suddenly, he lifts me off of him and stands up, a look crossing his features that I can’t decipher.
“Go to your room, Liana,” he says, his voice raw.
I try to step closer to him but he backs away.
“Did I…is it me? Did I do something wrong?”
“No, just…you need to go.”
“I don’t understand,” I whisper, sounding just as hurt as I feel.
“If you stay, Datura. I’ll fuck you on this floor and I won’t care who sees. And I promise, you won’t forgive me for it later.”
Heats floods to my core at the sound of his rough, dirty words. For a second, part of me wants to test him. I want him to do just what he said. Take me on the floor of this gym and not give a damn if we’re caught. Another part of me knows better. I was raised to be married off to whoever my family chooses…knowing I would remain a virgin until my wedding night. So even though I’m hurt by his dismissal, I do what I’m told and leave, counting every damn step back to my lonely bedroom.
Chapter Thirteen
Liana
I’m perched on the edge of my bedroom windowsill, staring outside like a caged animal at the zoo, when I hear a loud slam from below. Noise, loud noise and the distinct sound of boots slamming against the ground echo up to my room and seep through the crack to my slightly ajar door.
‘What the heck is going on?’
I drop my blanket, adrenaline spiking, and bolt for the grand staircase. The quick fleeting thought that it could be my cousin rescuing me has me moving faster than I have in weeks. My slippers slap the polished stone with every step as I take the stairs down two at a time and practically slide into the foyer at full speed. I come full stop to a crowd of men and Pita standing in a circle.
Frankie stands dead center, guards around him with guns drawn and Pita frozen at the edge. Her apron is twisted in her fists nervously, so much so that she doesn’t even look in my direction as I squeeze through the men and walk over toFrankie. Next to the front door is a massive box. A delivery driver is backed up against the wall, hands raised, looking like he is about to piss his pants any second. Frankie pushes my body slightly behind him and I hear his voice slice through the tension. The authority in it sends a shiver down my spine.
“We weren’t expecting any deliveries. Who the fuck are you and what the hell is in the box?”
The driver’s voice shakes and I almost feel sorry for the poor man. This probably wasn’t on the top of his to do list. Most guys don’t think…’Hey, today at work, I think I want to be held at gun point by the cartel during a delivery.’
‘Sounds like the making of a good book.’
That thought makes me snicker, causing Frankie to look back at me with his eyebrows raised. The delivery driver pulls his attention back to the situation before I’m forced to explain myself. He wouldn’t understand anyway.
