“Cobarde.”
“To hell with you. Saying it in Spanish doesn’t make it okay. Get off.”
“Believe me I will. Your tight little cunt has me nearly there already.”
We both know my physical struggle is half-hearted, even if I mean all the venom in my words. He lowers himself until his chest is only inches above my fists still tied to my body. He slows his strokes as he continues to thrust into me.
“Chica, you have a right to be afraid of what’ll happen next. But you’re lying about that and about what you want. You refuse to admit it out of fear. Why when I’ll be beside you the entire time?”
He brushes hair back from my temple before kissing the corner of my mouth. I turn my head to capture his lips. The kiss is languid after the struggle a moment ago.
“Take it back.”
“When you accept what’s happening.”
“What do you want from me, Daddy?”
That word. I’m still not used to hearing it, but it feels so natural to say.
“You can’t tell me all your secrets just like I can’t tell you all of mine. But you can be honest about your feelings. I told you I’d never lie about how I feel. Can’t you do the same?”
My visceral reaction after years of training is to scream “no.” That admitting anything about me is handing over the keys to the castle for someone to use me and hurt me. But my gut tells me that’s the last thing Alejandro would do.
If you admit your feelings—at least the ones you think are starting, you know you’ll never find a man more loyal or dedicated to you.
He trusts even less than I do, but he’s taking the chance on me. He wouldn’t do that if this weren’t real. He’d find some other way to manipulate me. He was right that he told me things about his family he’d never tell a woman he’s just banging. He wouldn’t tell me to lure me in to kill me either.
I killed a member of his family—unliked or not—and he isn’t treating me any differently. Just the opposite. He listened, and he consoled me.
He took your fucking side!
Alejandro remains silent, rocking his hips into me as I think. He could get himself off while my mind’s a million miles away. Instead, he’s letting me work through all my thoughts while bringing my body closer and closer to heaven.
“Let me go.”
I try to raise my hands, but there’s little room between us. He stares at me, debating whether I mean just untie me or I’m leaving. He plucks at the knot, releasing my arms. I grab theends of the belt and pull them up to tie around my neck like a halter. It lifts my tits as I arch my back.
“Thank you,caro.”
“Mi chica.”
He sighs as his hands slide beneath my back and up to hook over my shoulders. I let my outside leg drop off the sofa, my foot pushing into the floor to lever my hips as he returns to pounding my pussy. I graze my teeth along his neck, wishing I could mark him like he did me. I’ll find somewhere I can.
“Here.”
He points to a spot on his chest that has particularly dark ink. My teeth skim along it before I pull my chin down. My lips latch onto his skin and suck as hard as I dare. When I release him, I see the faint hint of red. We’ll know that mark is there.
“Here.”
He points to a place on the other side of his chest near his nipple. I nip at the tight bud before trailing my tongue over it. My lips rest on the spot he showed me. I latch on, once again leaving a bite only we’ll know about. I kiss a spot over his heart. A place where I think I could mark him, but he hasn’t offered. I gaze up at him, and he nods. Something in his eyes tells me he loves me claiming him. I leave the third mark before resting my head back on the sofa cushion.
“Jandro, I won’t be scared if you stand with me.”
“Always.”
We move together until we’re screaming each other’s names. We’re breathless as we come. He pulls me up as he sits. He unties the robes’ belts before helping me arrange the robes to cover us. Neither of us thinks someone will walk in, but we’re both trained to expect the unexpected and not recklessly leave ourselves vulnerable.
“Chiquita,I don’t expect you to love me yet. But I expect you to give this a genuine try. You owe it to both of us.”
