Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 96167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
“Don’t waste your breath asking questions I’m not going to answer.” He held her against him, chest to chest, with her thighs straddling his hips and her cunt pressing on his erection. Exactly where she belonged.
“Tell me you’re not with them.” Her expression paled in a rictus of angelic horror, her muscles edged with frozen tension as if wrestling to maintain her cover. She had no idea what he and the other men knew about her.
“You should be more concerned about who you are with.” He held up their handcuffed wrists and gave her a taunting smile.
The bright flash of her teeth drew his attention right before she swung her free hand across his cheek. She reared back to slap him again, but he caught her arm and wrenched it behind her.
“You still hit like a girl.” He worked his jaw against the sting.
“Me lo chupa.” She curled her lip and lowered her voice to a harsh whisper. “You bought an enslaved woman. You bought me, Matias! You know what happened to me when I disappeared, what kind of hell I escaped, and still, you do this?” She yanked her arm in the handcuff. “How could you?”
He could ask her the same question. How could she team up with Van Quiso? How could she let that cock-sucking pervert tie her up, toss her in the dirt, and sell her to a cartel? Damn her for being so fucking reckless with her life.
As she glared at him, her seductive eyes seemed to fight an internal war, demanding answers while begging him to tell her this was all a big misunderstanding.
He wouldn’t tell her shit. Showing her over the coming months, one agonizing day at a time, was the only way they would come out of this whole and together.
What was taking the guys so long? Matias glanced through the windshield and spotted a rangy silhouette crawling under the turboprop. Must’ve been Chispa, their explosives guy. If there was a bomb on-board, he’d find it.
Camila slammed her head forward and bit his shoulder through the shirt.
He jerked her back by the hair, holding her face inches away as he scowled. Jesus, fuck, he wanted to rip into her.
She jutted out her chin, holding his gaze with a voracious amount of attitude while whispering under her breath, “Who do you work for?”
Right about now, she was probably more concerned about what the other men knew about her and her dangerous ruse. There was so much she didn’t understand about her situation, and she wasn’t ready to learn the depths of his role in it. Keeping her in the dark was the only way this would work.
And the things he would do to her in the dark… He imagined trussing her up on a suspension beam, burying his teeth in her perfect rack, and pounding his cock into the clench of her sinful body. Dios mío, she had a knockout figure, with curves to hold on to and toned strength to withstand his cruelest, most sinister appetites.
He ached to unleash the violence inside him, to spread her open and let her feel what the last twelve years had done to him.
Instead, he pinned her hands behind her back and crashed his mouth against hers.
She held her breath, lips pinched, but he pried them apart with his tongue and buried it in the wet heat of her mouth.
Growling against her lips, he thrilled in her struggle, in the way she sank into the kiss while twisting her arms to get away. She could fight her desire, but she couldn’t disclaim their unbreakable bond, one that had taken root so long ago in the haven of their citrus grove.
A moan vibrated in her throat as she stretched her mouth and drew his lip between hers, sucking and licking, gnashing and biting.
Electricity surged through his groin and tightened his balls as he devoured the furious lashes of her tongue. She tasted like home, warm and sugary, nourishing and his.
The soft familiarity of her lips fueled his arousal while the rigid resistance in her body heated his muscles with aggression. Fucking hell, he got off on her torment, on the stiffness of her spine and the frantic rise and fall of her tits. It only made the slide of her hungry lips taste sweeter, more rewarding.
He ruthlessly ate at her mouth, and she gave it right back, her tongue seeking and whipping with all the mistrust, anger, and years lost between them. Her frenzied inhales quickened his own, their breaths crashing together as her fingernails scratched at his hands.
It had been twelve years since he kissed a woman, and she’d been only a girl then with gangly limbs and tiny breasts. Kissing her now blew away the memories. There was no more shyness, no restraint or inexperience…
Resentment barbed inside him, puncturing holes in his unraveling control. How many men had she kissed? Sucked? Fucked? His vision blurred in smears of red. He needed vindication and intended to take it from her pleading screams, from the give of her body beneath his thrusts. Pain and pleasure. Twisted justice.