The Slayer (Untamed Hearts #2) (25 page)

It was as if the prison cell had just opened, and he walked back into a world he had left behind, one that felt foreign and familiar at the same time. He could practically feel the pulse of a long-dormant gangster filling his veins.

There had never been half of anything for Chuito.

Either he was in prison or he wasn’t.

Last night he had been deliberate and closed off out of necessity. This time he was mindless, because being with Alaine was the only thing that stopped the constant stream of thoughts and worries in his mind. He wanted to steal as much as he could from her.

To wring the pleasure out until there was nothing left.

Chuito was, at heart, a thief.

He liked taking things that were never supposed to be his.

He pulled back to tug his shirt off. Rather than shove him away like she should if she had any semblance of self-preservation, Alaine just slipped her blouse off her shoulders and then reached for him, wrapping her hands around the base of his neck. She pulled him down and captured his lips to push her tongue into his mouth, bold and powerful, just the way he liked it.

Somehow, Alaine had caught up to him without his permission.

Now they were both fucked.

’Cause his willpower was exactly zero when she was kissing him like that, trying to steal from him everything he wanted to take from her. This wasn’t the blushing nineteen-year-old he had decided to stay away from because he cared for her. This was a lawyer, a woman who went after what she wanted with everything in her.

He felt the realization sinking in, pinpointing in his mind the precise moment he could look back to and see where everything went wrong. When they skidded off the tracks and crashed together rather than letting her stay in the slow lane of life that was her birthright.

She took rather than run away.

She went after the pleasure instead of listening to common sense.

Greedy.

Hungry.

Kissing him and digging her nails into his shoulders hard enough to break skin, because it felt good and it was easier than denying herself.

She kissed him like a criminal.

And he fucking loved it.

Somehow they managed to undo her bra, and the two of them moaned into each other’s mouths at the feel of her tits against his bare chest.

Alaine was the one who fought to get her skirt off.

Chuito was the one who ripped off her panties after she did.

Then she was naked under him, pushing his head down, offering up pale, pert tits that were begging to be sucked on, and he did it, completely indulgent.

He didn’t just get drunk on her.

He got totally fucking high off her.

Blitzed out of his mind as he moved down her body, sucking and biting because she marked so nicely, and he was one of those pendejos who liked seeing it.

She spread her legs, putting her feet on the edge of the bed frame like she had in her bedroom the night before, making the invitation blatant. She didn’t have to ask. Chuito fell down on his knees, because he had been hard as a rock since tasting her for the first time.

She was wet enough to leave his fingers slick as he opened her wide and dragged his tongue over the length of her pussy.

“Oh shit.” Alaine cried out when he sucked on her clit, her fingers in his hair, tugging hard.

His cock jerked in his jeans when he used his fingers. She was so fucking tight, clenching around him as he licked and sucked her clit. She was dripping wet, making those little gasping sounds of pleasure that had haunted him all day because they were easily the sexiest things he had ever heard in his life.

She arched under him within a few minutes, her legs shaking, her fingers now digging into his shoulders, nails breaking skin as she cried out. She was loud, which had surprised him last night too. She hadn’t learned to be quiet about it like the rest of them, but Chuito wasn’t complaining.

He liked it.

So much so his hands were shaking as he pulled at the button to his jeans. Chuito pushed them down as he moved over her. He rubbed his slick fingers over her nipple, making her moan, and then he licked it clean while Alaine watched him with heavy-lidded blue eyes.

Her tongue darted out, moistening her lips, and Chuito didn’t know why he understood what she wanted, but he did and it was dirty and hot as fuck because of it. He surged up, kissing her hard, sharing Alaine’s taste with her.

She opened wide to the thrust of his tongue, clinging to him as she wrapped one leg around his waist. She used her other foot to push his jeans farther down his thighs.

He groaned into her mouth at the feel of his bare cock sliding against her soft skin. He pulled away from the kiss and breathed against her ear. “You wanna know how a real man’s supposed to fuck you?”

“God, please.” Alaine was writhing under him, arching her hips in invitation as she turned her head, offering up her neck to him. Her voice was soft, breathy with desire as she begged, “Please, Chu.
Please
.”

He’d have to be dead to deny himself after that.

Chuito grabbed her leg, holding it high against his waist. He kept her open to him as he shifted his hips and let his cock slide between her wet folds. Just that contact was enough to make Alaine jerk under him with a gasp, and it did away with any sort of restraint Chuito was trying to cling to.

He wasn’t as gentle as he should be as he took her. Instead he drowned himself in the ecstasy of it like the addict he was. The feel of their bodies so close together. The friction of her wet pussy wrapped around him so tightly all he could feel was the slippery, hot pleasure of finally tasting what he had craved for so fucking long.

He was too big. She was too small. He didn’t want to hurt her by bottoming out in her, but he palmed her ass anyway, holding her to him as she arched into the thrust of his hips rather than pull away. Her nails were still sharp in his shoulders, and when he shifted against her, a choked, broken sound of pleasure left her.

He pulled up, seeing that Alaine’s lips were parted, her eyes squeezed shut tightly, her cheeks and neck flushed bright pink. He moved again, grunting from the friction of it, and Alaine gasped again.

“Please.” She started shifting her hips, restless for more. “Faster.”

He fisted her hair with his other hand, and Alaine bowed to the tug of it. Letting him watch the look of ecstasy that crossed her beautiful face when he pulled out and took her harder the second time.

When he did it a third time, she screamed, and he was utterly lost to her. He started moving against Alaine as if fucking her was going to erase all his problems, desperately, without restraint, because that was what it was like, a tidal wave of bliss that just completely washed his soul clean of the burden.

She felt like his salvation, like the angel he always thought of her as, but he fucked her like a devil anyway.

It wasn’t soft and sweet and filled with worship. It was hard and dirty, with his fingers tight in her hair and her legs around his waist. Him giving, her taking, and both of them greedy and sweaty and needy.

The better it felt, the more possessive he got, so much so it should have scared him. He would kill
anyone
for touching her…even Tino.

“
Eres mía
,” Chuito growled against the curve of her neck and then sucked hard enough to mark her. “You hear me, mami? They can’t have you.” He pulled out and pushed back in, making Alaine cry out once more as Chuito promised her, “You’re mine.”

She didn’t argue. She just let him own her until even words were gone, with only gasping moans of pleasure breaking through the silence of the night as her hold on him tightened, and her body started shuddering.

Then Alaine pitched beneath him, her back arching as she surrendered to the pleasure, and it was enough to shatter Chuito too, because it had just been too long.

The ecstasy was blinding, hot and pulsing as his cum made the thrusts slicker, but he didn’t stop moving. He couldn’t. Even when the tide of bliss started to recede, the hunger wasn’t close to waning.

He used his hold on her hair to pull her head back and kissed her. Alaine was breathless. He was too, leaving them panting and breathing into each other’s mouths.

“Again.” He licked her lips to prove his point, making her blink up at him. “Okay?”

She nodded. “Okay.” And then moaned when he grabbed her ass and forced her tighter against him. “God, Chu.”

He had a lot of sins to erase.

A lot of burdens to forget.

They fucked for a
really
long time.

Chapter Twenty-Four

They never did get around to dinner. Alaine just lay there in bed, savoring the silence. She found she liked this almost as much as the sex, lying on top of Chuito as he caressed her bare back, and she rested her head over the cross tattoo on his chest.

His heartbeat had calmed and was now the slow, steady thump from a man who was very fit. She ran a hand over the biceps of his left arm, enjoying being able to touch him. She let herself just feel his body, completely bare under hers, all hard angles and cut ridges.

Alaine didn’t think about the rest of it.

She didn’t acknowledge that she had done exactly what she had been determined not to. She had stripped down and given herself to him, and a part of her, that young, hopelessly-in-love part that had never given up hope, thought it was enough.

He couldn’t leave after this.

Whatever it was in Miami that was trying to pull him back couldn’t be more sacred than what they had here. She turned her head and kissed the base of his neck, letting her lips linger over his warm skin before she shifted over him and moved up to his ear. She licked at the shell of it, and he grunted.

Chuito let his head loll to the side, and she loved that he was able to do that, just surrender to her, letting her be bold. He cupped her ass, his big palm rough against such sensitive flesh. He wrapped his other arm around her, holding her tightly like he did when they were dancing as she nipped and kissed her way over to the other side of his neck.

Chuito slid his leg up between hers so that his thigh was pressed tight against her pussy. When he arched his hips, she moaned at the brush of it, and even though she was just on the edge of too tender, she didn’t care.

She sucked hard, seeing the stain of her kiss marking his skin, and she liked it enough that she did it again. Even worn-out and lazy, there was no gentleness between them like she had imagined when she’d been younger.

This was savage.

Raw.

So real and gritty it chafed and marked, staining her soul with the intensity of it.

While still kissing his neck, Alaine reached between their bodies, finding his cock that was hardening again despite them doing it three times before. She stroked him, marveling at how big he was in her hand.

Thick. Cut. The head of it much broader than she’d seen on the other men she’d been with. She wondered if that was why it felt better when he pushed in, igniting every sexual sensor she had as he took her, but she knew that wasn’t totally it.

It felt good because it was Chuito.

Because this electric connection wasn’t something she could just try to pretend existed with anyone else but him.

Chuito let out a low, purely carnal groan and fisted her hair. He tugged her head back and forced her lips to his. They kissed hard, tongues brushing, their moans mingling as she stroked him and arched into the press of his thigh between her legs until she was wet and aching again.

They were both sweaty and sticky, in desperate need of a shower.

Instead they kissed and touched, making each other ache until Chuito grasped her wrist and forced her hand away from him. He brought her hand to his mouth and licked her palm as he opened his eyes, his dark gaze meeting hers between the spaces of her fingers.

Her breath caught as she watched him suck on her index finger. She closed her eyes when he released her fingers only to suck on the inside of her wrist, hard, almost bruising.

Then Chuito forced her hand down between their bodies and pushed her fingers between the folds of her pussy.

“
Tócate
. Let me watch, mami.” His voice was low, husky with the rasp of sex in it. “Turn me on.”

She could feel how turned on he was—the evidence of it was pressed against her stomach—but she did as he asked because the way he said it turned
her
on. She straddled his hips and pushed up, resting one hand on his chest as she rubbed her clit with spit-slicked fingers. She tossed her head back, making her hair fall to her other shoulder in an invitation Chuito took.

He fisted her hair and kissed her neck, before he breathed against her ear. “Are you wet?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“You don’t
sound
wet.”

She smiled. “How does wet sound?”

“I’ll tell you when I hear it.”

Chuito used his hold on her hair to tug her head back and sat up, pulling her tightly into his lap. He leaned down to suck on her nipples, first one and then the other, until she let out a choked sound of pleasure.

“That sounds wet,” he told her with a smile, showing her those dimples she loved so much.

Alaine forgot about touching herself and cupped Chuito’s face to kiss him. He grunted against her lips when she arched into the intimate slide of his cock pressed so tightly against her.

They stayed like that, kissing and licking the salty tang of sweat from each other’s skin until they were both breathless. Until Alaine found herself moving her hips, using the brush of his cock against her clit to help quiet the hum of need that wound tighter and tighter the longer they teased each other. He palmed her ass, forcing her so tightly against him she couldn’t move, and she moaned into his ear, “Chu, please.”

“No,” he whispered, and she thought she heard the smile in his voice. She bit at the curve of his neck, and he just groaned in response, running his fingers through her hair again and holding her there rather than jerk her away. “You can’t scare me, mami. I
like it
mean.”

She moved up to nip at his earlobe and admitted, “I like it too.”