The SUV comes to a hard stop, and I nearly roll off of her but manage to catch myself just short of falling onto the floorboards.
I dismiss the abrupt motion, making quick work of repositioning us both. I’m conscious of the fact that Leti’s hands are still bound behind her back, but I see no point in releasing her now.
Not when I have her right where I want her.
Without needing to look outside of the windows, I know we’ve arrived at my family estate. Rio and Adrian throw open their doors before jumping out of the car and slamming them in their haste. Neither man bothers to ask if I’m joining them.
They know what I am about to do. Just like they also know that I don’t require an audience.
8
LETICIA
Andres kisses me like his survival depends on it, and I get lost in the sensations of his touch, granting myself this one moment to give in to the want and need I felt when I laid my eyes on him back at the club.
Despite arguing otherwise, I have missed Andres. Fiercely. He was my person. The boy who made me smile. Who kept me safe.
And then he was gone.Poof.I had no warning. No opportunity to prepare. Andres vanished from my life without a word, and unbeknownst to me, a part of me went with him.
Rough hands trace the outsides of my thighs as Andres rocks his cock against my needy center.
Ay! Dios mio—oh my gosh.Why does he have to feelso freaking good?
I need to tell him to stop. Only, I can’t find the words through the lust-filled haze. My fingertips tingle at my back, the zip-tie securing my wrists digging into my skin, but even that doesn’t help me see sense. Andres shifts down my body, leaving a trail of rough, wet kisses down my neck and along my collarbone.
“Andres—“ Come on, Leticia. Make him stop.
“Sí,princesa. Dime que necesitas.”Yes, princess. Tell me what you need.
He drops to the floor of the SUV and turns my hips with him as he wedges his broad shoulders between my thighs. Lifting one of my legs over his shoulder, he shoves the skirt of my dress up, exposing my panties to his hungry gaze.
I open my mouth—to say what, I don’t know. If I could think straight, I would tell him to stop. I’d tell him how much I hate him. How his touch makes my skin crawl and how I will never find comfort in his embrace again.
But any words I might have die on my tongue when met with the raw need reflected in his gaze. Andres stares unblinking at the apex of my thighs, the expression on his face what I can only describe as that of a man starved and convinced that I’m the sustenance he needs to extinguish his hunger.
He wastes no time in slipping his fingers beneath the fabric of my underwear, brushing the lips of my pussy before pulling the fabric to the side and exposing my most intimate parts to his gaze. Nostrils flaring, he inhales deep, groaning as he breathes the scent of my arousal into his lungs.
Embarrassment heats my skin, but before it can take root, he leans forward and swipes his tongue between my folds, leaving me to cry out at the sudden spark of sensation. Of their own volition, my hips thrust forward, a silent plea that Andres understands.
With a dark chuckle, he latches onto my clit, sucking hard until I whimper.
“So sweet,” he grunts.
My eyes threaten to roll into the back of my head. We’ve touched one another before, but not like this. Never has Andres had his mouth on my pussy, nor has he ever sought to bring me pleasure with my arms bound behind my back at my wrists.
Something about being restrained while he sets his sights on my release shoots an arrow of adrenaline straight through me. I’ve never felt turned on like this before.
“Please—” I don’t even know what it is that I’m asking for.
My hips move on their own, matching the pace and rhythm he sets with his mouth. Another cry tears free from my throat, and tension builds low in my belly. I’m going to come. Fuck. He’s going to make me come for him. Again.
My head falls back against the seat and one of Andres’s hands slides up the inside of my thigh, stroking my skin before two thick fingers push their way inside of me.
My pussy clenches around the intrusion, and Andres growls low against my entrance, the vibration along my sensitive skin eliciting a shiver.
“Fuck, you’re tight.” He curses, but he doesn’t withdraw. No. Andres thrusts his fingers as deep as they can go, filling me in a way I’ve yet to experience before.
My orgasm races toward me, and sensing my impending release, he quickens his pace, thrusting his fingers in and out of me while his tongue continues to circle my clit.
