How is it possible to crave everything that someone is so damn much? So hard…
I feel like if he slit my throat right now, I wouldbleedhim.
“You’re ruining me, little bird,” I confess.
And he hums, “Now you know how I’ve felt…”
Closing my eyes, I drop my forehead to his, attempting to compose myself. But it’s difficult. I just can’t get myself right when it comes to him.
I’m fresh out of control over myself. It all belongs toAngel Alvarez.
Brushing my fingers through his silky locks, I take a moment to marvel at his beauty and how he has me wrapped around his little finger. And without a word, I unbuckle his cuffs and slip them off his wrists.
His expression is one of momentary surprise, though it’s swept up in lust-filled relief.
The first thing he does is grasp my jaw, and whisper, “That’s better.” And then he kisses me, less urgent, but still starved. Like a slow, tantalizingfeast.
It’s just what I need right now, honestly. To quell the fury.
Wow… close call. But against all odds, I managed to not lose my goddamn shit.
Sucking off my lips with a satisfied hum, he blinks down at me from where he’s straddling my hips. He appears equally beguiled by this fever between us.
He’s a good distraction, that’s for sure. Suppressing the jealous rage worked for now, but I’ll only be able to restrain myself for so long. Looking up at his precious face, feeling this firm, supple body that belongs tome, I know with infallible certainty it’s only a matter of time…
Sooner or later, heads will fucking roll.
“Now that I’m free, there’s something I have to do,” he murmurs, and I cock my head curiously.
He shifts on my lap, not getting off, but repositioning so that he’s sideways. Then he grabs the plate of dessert and forks a giant bite of cake, shoveling it into his mouth.
His eyes roll back in his head, and he groans. “DearGod, that is so good…”
A bubble of laughter shakes me almost as much as the way I amseriouslyobsessed with this kid right now.
“Why are you too cute for real life?” I graze his hips with tender touches while he mows down the cake.
“I was born this way.” He shows me a cheeky grin I’dloveto kiss off.
Even more now that it takes like dulce de leche.
“You were a pretty cute kid.” I nuzzle behind his ear, pausing when I realize what I just said. “Is that weird?”
He nods. “Mhm. Very.” The smile he’s trying to smother betrays him, though.
“You mean it doesn’t turn you on to be sleeping with someone who knew you when you were a baby?” I tease, and he purses his sugary lips.
“More than it turns me on to be sleeping with the man who killed my family…?” He sets the cake down and returns to straddling me. Like a reflex, my hands go to his ass, and hepurrs, fingers sifting into my hair. “Admit it… The reason you didn’t kill me was because you were hoping I’d come find you as an adult. Make it a fair fight.”
“Oh, baby bird, this is hardly a fair fight,” I croon, pulling him down so he can feel my erection between his thighs.
He hums, “You’re right. I’ve got twenty years on you, old man.” He brushes his smirk over mine. “I could probably just fuck you to death.”
“Sounds like the best way to go.” I lash his lower lip with my tongue, and he shudders.
“Fuck me, Diablo,” he whines, tugging my head back by my hair, trailing soft kisses from my lips, down my throat.
I’m fucking losing it with the way he’s sort of taking control of me…Brazen thing that he is.
