Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 116046 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 580(@200wpm)___ 464(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116046 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 580(@200wpm)___ 464(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
I leaned back enough to look at him, searching his serious face before nodding slowly. “Of course, Ramón. Whatever you tell me will stay strictly between us.”
He took in a deep breath, his massive furred chest expanding as his hands came to rest on my hips again. This time it wasn’t to grope or squeeze, but rather just to hold on. I wrapped my legs around his trim waist and tried to not notice how sexy he was, and the fact that his fat shaft was splitting my pussy lips.
Taking a strand of my hair between his fingers, he focused on the corkscrew curl as he spoke, “Remember how I told you about people being after my family for money?”
At my nod, he proceeded to tell me a tragic tale about Fernando’s evil wife selling her son Jason to a rival cartel, where the five-year-old was tortured and killed, all for money. The depth of her betrayal rocked my soul. I found myself holding back sobs as Ramón broke in my arms, his tears wetting my skin as he clung to me. Great shudders wracked his frame, and I did my best to sooth him, giving him everything he needed. If I wasn’t falling in love with him already, this moment in his palatial bathroom, naked as the day I was born, comforting him did it.
His trust…humbled me. I couldn’t think of a better word for it. Without a doubt Ramón was not a man who opened up easily. I think he might have a split personality, but both sides of him seemed to adore me, so things could be worse. Looking on the bright side of life was a skill my abuela had taught me right before she passed away. She said I needed to stop looking for the darkness in life, but for the blessings instead. I’d been seventeen at the time, and miserable, but her words made me think that maybe I needed to take a step back from my drama and really examine the situation.
Even though it had pained him, Ramón opened up to me, and I recognized how important that was. He for sure wasn’t the kind of guy who let just anyone into his life. No, I got the impression he had those he considered family, a few close friends, and that was it. The rest of the world wasn’t to be trusted. I could see where he’d gotten it from. His mother was the same way. Protecting Fernando at all costs, doing everything she could to keep him safe. A woman like that probably took the betrayal just as hard as her son.
I took in a shuddering breath and continued to gently massage Ramón’s back. Bit by bit, he softened under my touch. When our lips met, his were swollen from his tears. Our kiss was unbearably gentle, and I tried to give him everything. To figure out a way to let him know I really understood the value of his trust.
“When I was thirteen,” I said in a low, choked voice, “I thought about killing myself.”
Ramón instantly stood at full attention, his gaze boring into me. “Mi carina. Why? Was it that bitch sister of yours?”
“Her…and my cousin Barb killed herself around that time. Some asshole Barb had dated had videotaped them having sex and posted it for everyone to see. She was destroyed, her life became a living hell. Even her parents were mad at her, and it wasn’t her fault. Because she was a girl, she became a whore in the world’s eyes while he was seen as some kind of stud.”
“Who is he?”
“It doesn’t matter. What does matter is, when I found out she’d done it, I was jealous of her. How fucked up is that? See, at the time my sister Brittney was making my life hell at home. My mother and my abuela had gotten into a fight over something, something stupid, and as a result my big sister had to watch us after school until my dad got home. Without my abuela there to run interference, things got really bad with Brittney.” I drew in a deep breath. “She hated me. Her boyfriend had tried to get her to talk me into doing a threesome with them. I was thirteen and had…well, all this. The next day, a boy she had a crush on at school asked her to hook me up with him. From that point on, she detested me, considered me competition in everything.”
“Would you be upset if I killed your sister?”
I gave a weak laugh. “No. It’s cool. See, when I was sixteen, my mom sent Hannah and me to stay with my abuela for the summer. I think she was catching on that my big sister was being a huge bitch and was trying to keep the peace. That summer, Hannah and I soaked up all the love my abuela had to offer. She babied us, took care of everything, and made sure we knew how much she cared for us.”