When she tried to wrestle free from my hold, I held her more firmly and dragged her back down to the floor. We were breathless by the time we collapsed onto each other, tearing at each other’s clothes. When I felt her go pliant beneath me, my cock felt like granite.
“I’ll have you here, Angel. I’ll have you anywhere I want,” I ground out before capturing her lips. Angelique slid her arms around my neck. She deepened the kiss, skating and sliding and nipping at my mouth. Her fingers raked down my back as our movements grew in intensity.
When I could take no more of it, I rose between her legs, fitting myself into her as she spread to accommodate me with a gasp. There was no pretense of resistance now. When I slid into her soft wetness, she arched up to meet me. I held her firmly and withdrew, then slid in slowly again.
“Oh, God!” she said through clenched teeth. Even twisted with pleasure her face was beautiful. I kept up my slow, taunting rhythm, drawing out the sensations. It was almost too much to bear. Certainly for her. Her nails raked down my back with enough force to leave marks.
“Just fuck me, goddammit!” she shouted. I grasped her hips and plunged in with such force it knocked the breath from her. She arched her back and gave a guttural cry.
Sweat beaded on my brow as I picked up the pace. It didn’t take long for us to plummet over the edge. I looked down at her face. Her eyes were closed in ecstasy, her hips arching towards him, rising to meet each thrust.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I groaned as my orgasm shook me. She seemed entirely oblivious to my words as she writhed and thrashed beneath me.
We lay there for a while, our breath coming in little pants. Then Angelique scooted from under me and rolled to the side. She looked at me through half-open eyes.
“I’m going to wash up, then eat,” she said. I watched as she rose from the floor. She stumbled to the kitchen counter. Her inner thighs were gleaming with our mixed slickness as she reached for her phone.
Chapter 11
Sasha Ramirez
Ireached for Renée’s hand, and she paused. I gently stopped her from straightening the cushion beneath my head yet again.
“Relax, Ren,” I said hoarsely. Since the ordeal in the hotel room, my voice had been little more than a croak. I’d screamed so loudly half the hotel had heard. But it had been Leo who’d come to my aid. Well, his men had. They’d burst in with the hotel security and within minutes, my attackers were on the ground.
I’d since learned that Leo seldom let one of us go out without some sort of backup. It was little consolation now, however. I had a throbbing black eye and a cut lip from where the bastard had hit me. My arms still bore fingerprints and my thighs were black and blue.
It could have been worse. So much worse.
“I just… I just…” My friend’s face was puffy with tears. I squeezed her hand where I was still holding it. She pressed her lips together. “You’re so brave. You’re the one who should be bawling like a baby, not me.”
“I’m fine, Ren, really I am,” I reassured her. It wasn’t true. It had been a whole day since I’d been locked in that bathroom. Twenty-four hours since those madmen had been intent on ending my life. I was still shaken to my core. I’d taken this job thinking of what it would do to my soul. I’d never considered that it might actually end my life. I knew Renée was having these very thoughts herself. Although, for some reason, her concern wasn’t directed at herself.
“I sent you in there!” she wailed. Her face was drawn with misery. “You didn’t want to go, and it made you!”
I shook my head. “Don’t beat yourself up. It could have happened to anyone, Renée.”
“Yes, but it happened to you!” she cried out. She sank onto the sofa beside me and pulled me closer. I didn’t resist. Her warmth felt good. She’d tugged me onto her lap and was cradling me. The gesture was so oddly maternal it shook me, somehow. It was a sensation I’d longed for from my own mother. Now, after facing yet another life disaster, the feeling of comfort was what broke me.
“Oh, God!” I sobbed, feeling the tears finally beginning to flow. “Oh, God, Ren! I was so afraid!” She held me closer. “Why?” I wept openly. “Why is my life such a fuck up?” It hadn’t even occurred to me to delve deeper into my attacker’s motives. He was yet another man who’d seen fit to assault me. He’d been pissed because I disrespected him, and he’d lashed out. That seemed to be enough.
Of course, Leo was out of his mind. Several giant bouquets of flowers graced our tiny apartment. He’d called a dozen times to see that I was alright. It was his job to protect us. Failing me was something he took personally, it seemed.
“Your life is not a fuck-up, babe,” my friend said gently.
“It is!” I wailed back. “Everything I touch turns to shit! I can’t keep a regular job. My family is completely screwed up. Who knows where the fuck Emilio is now. My mom is barely getting by. And now this!” I shook my head. It was just too damn much. And as I sobbed in my friend’s arms, it occurred to me that I was racing into my twenties. Racing with no hope of ever finding someone to hold me like this. There’d be no man I could ask this from. No man I could trust. They all ended up hurting me.
“Men are pigs,” I groaned eventually.
“Oh, sweetie…” Renée murmured. “You’ve just got the short straw too many times, that’s all.”
I shook my head. “They’re all animals. Maybe I should get into girls.”
She chuckled. “You wanna try with me?” I was pretty sure I could hear teasing in her voice.
“Um… No,” I replied. “You’re great and all, but…”
She chuckled louder. “I’m joking, babe!” I felt myself smile despite myself. “Besides, you’ll change your mind once you’re back on your feet. You’ve just had really bad luck.”
