My back arched and my toes curled in the heels he refused to take off.
He watched my every facial expression with a raptness, that if I was all the way lucid, would have been slightly terrifying.
The sound was him moving in and out of my heavy arousal, mixed with my vibrant moans, our skin slapping.
“You feel so good,” he soughed.
I began to wonder if the man ever came. He fucked me raw. He fucked me sore. Fucked me until I was so bruised between my legs it hurt to move.
When I thought my chest would cave in from trying to make any more noise, he gripped my legs and flipped me over with his dick still inside me.
He was seated so much deeper. I instantly tried to wriggle away but his hand came down on my ass, making me yelp.
“Listen to how wet you are.” He grabbed a fistful of my wild hair.
He jerked my head back, forcing me to arch. I cried out fisting the sheets.
“Your tight little pussy is so fucking greedy for my cock,amada.” He continued talking to me, saying the filthiest shit that only made me wetter as he rode me––hard.
The sounds coming from my mouth with his name heavily among them were indecipherable. A mounting pressure burst in my core as yet another orgasm sent white-hot pleasure spiraling through me. I collapsed beneath him, a heaving exhausted mess.
“Fuck,” he barely mumbled, burying himself to the hilt and coming inside me.
He stayed that way, forcing me to turn my head. “You’re perfect, Ley.” He swooped in and captured my mouth, greedily, swallowing my ragged breaths.
As if those three words were the bat signal to the universe, his phone began to ring. He ignored it. It immediately started again.
On the third ring, he cursed and pulled out of me.
“I’ll be back.” He kissed my cheek and snatched his slacks up with his cell in them, shutting the door behind him. I laid down spent, feeling his come between my legs but not caring enough to move.
I thought back to that shitty diner and how easily I let him have me, how quick he was to take. What if I never let him fuck me in the bathroom? Hindsight.
I should have been more in-tune with what was going on around me.
Specifically, the phone call Mateo had just received. I naively thought it was just a regular business thing.
Had I known what was going to happen the second the call ended I would have ran. I would have left the whole damn city behind in a cloud of dust.
It’s truly amazing how calm it can be before the storm. That one damn phone call was the beginning of my sanity’s end.
It was the catalyst for how my life blew apart in fragments of glamour and heartache––blood and riches––obsession and addiction.
Chapter Fourteen
An insistent buzzing sound woke me up.
I wrapped my hand around my cell-phone and popped my head up to see who it was.
“Peyton.” I winced at the sound of my voice.
“Are you still in the suite?”
“Yes,” I croaked. “What’s wrong?” I asked, hearing the blatant worry in his voice. I saw the multiple text messages and missed calls on the notification pin.
“Meet me in the lobby, pronto,” he rushed out, hanging up on me.
I shoved the blanket off my naked body and stumbled around the room, redressing as fast as I could. Mateo not returning the night before was a hint that something was wrong.
