Untamed Hearts 1: The Viper (20 page)

She turned around and glared at him. “What does that mean?”

“Nothing.” He drained the rest of his rum and set it on the table. “Forget the laundry. I’ll fold it later. Come sit on me.”

Katie abandoned the chore and crawled onto the couch. She straddled Marcos, looking down at him in nothing but a worn pair of jeans. She put her hands on the stars on his shoulders that told the world he was a thief and asked, “Why are you drinking tonight?”

“’Cause I’m gonna miss you, chica.” He used both his hands to push her hair away from her face and then cupped her cheeks as he tugged her down. He kissed her, his tongue pushing past her parted lips to brush against hers, and she moaned into his mouth at the feel of it. He tasted like rum, warm and spicy, making her drunk on him almost instantly. When they did part, he was as breathless as her as he asked, “You wanna fuck?”

“Yeah,” she agreed as she cupped his face and ran her thumb over his bottom lip like he usually did to her. “That sounds nice.”

“I don’t have any condoms here. We left them in the kitchen.”

“I’m on the pill. Let’s just do it without them this time.”

“Coño, no, are you crazy, chica! You don’t fuck thugs without condoms.” He rolled out from under her and ran a hand through his hair as he stood. “Promise me you’re not gonna trust people like you do once I leave.”

She sat up and frowned at him. “Why?”

“Because someone could
hurt
you,” he growled in exasperation. “This world is mean.”

“I’ve been okay so far.”

“No, you haven’t. Have you missed all the shit going on? Your ex broke in. His girlfriend tried to kill you. That’s fucked up.”

“I don’t believe Ashley tried to cause that accident. I know you do, but I don’t. Even if it was her car, I don’t think she did it on purpose,” she whispered and then looked up at him. “Besides, that accident is the reason we’re here now. I can’t regret that, Marcos.”

“You didn’t win anything when I ran into you.” He pointed to himself. “I’m not a good person, Katie.”

“Yes, you are.” She reached out to him, and he knocked her hand away and walked to the kitchen, but she didn’t let that stop her from fighting him on this. “I
did
win something.” Her voice cracked as she admitted, “This week has been the most amazing week of my life.”

“Don’t.” He walked back into the living room with the condoms in his hand. “You promised!”

She couldn’t help it, tears rolled down her cheeks without her permission as she burst out, “I don’t want you to go.”

“I got to go, chica. I can’t stay here.” He fell down on his knees in front of her and wrapped an arm around her waist. He buried his face in her neck and whispered, “You
know
I can’t stay here.”

“I know!” God, why was she crying now? It wasn’t even Sunday, and she was going to ruin their last day together. “Make me stop crying. Help me.”

“Hold these.”

He pushed the string of gold-foiled condoms into her hand and then wrapped his arms around her again. She clung to him, both her arms tight around his neck as he picked her up, because he was big and strong, and she discovered early on he could do things like that.

She twined her legs around his waist, and when he fell onto the bed with her, she kept them like that, clinging to him like a lifeline. He threaded one hand in her hair, fisting it and tugging her head back. Then he kissed her, pushing his tongue into her mouth again as he forced her to feel all of him against her.

She tossed the condoms on the bed to touch him, but he pulled back and grabbed them. He put them back in her hand. “I told you to hold ’em.”

She wiped at her face. “Why?”

“Because they’re your reminder.” His eyes glowed in the semidarkness of the room, and they were shiny in a way she had never seen before, but his voice was still hard as he said, “You don’t trust thugs.”

“I do, though,” she whispered as she wiped at her face again. “I trust you more than anyone I’ve ever trusted in my life.”

“No, you don’t!”

“Yes, I do.” She threw the condoms as hard as she could to make her point. “You can’t tell me who to trust!”

“Ay, chica!” he yelled as he rolled over and hung over the bed to grab them. He ripped one off and then reached down, tugging on her dress. He pulled it over Katie’s head with very little help from her and tossed it aside. Then he put the condom in the low dip in the front of her bra so that it was trapped between her breasts. When she went to pull it out, he grabbed her hands before she could. “If you’re gonna be stubborn and won’t hold it, I’ll
make you
hold it.”

She tried to pull her hands free as she argued, “But you said you like me being stubborn.”

“I know.” He glanced down at her tits, eyeing the condom trapped between them. “I like it a lot.”

He bent down and tried to kiss her, but she turned head away rather than let him. “You’re being bossy.”

He shifted his hold, capturing both her wrists with one hand. She tried to pull free, but he still had her trapped as he used his other hand to grab her face and turned her back to him. “You like me being bossy.”

“No, I d—”

He kissed her before she could finish. She fought not to open to him, even if his weight over her always felt so good and his lips were always so soft and so easy to obey.

Still she held strong.

He forced her legs apart and all she could feel was the hard, warm length of his body against hers. His jeans chaffing the inside of her thighs. The outline of his hard cock pressing against her pussy as he thrust against her, as if he was already fucking her. It felt so good she couldn’t help but moan into his mouth, and he swept his tongue in triumphantly. She let herself be defeated, because tomorrow was Sunday, and she needed this. It was more important than pride or his stupid rules.

When he pulled back and looked down at her, she whispered in defeat, “I’ll hold it.”

“Okay,” he said as he freed her hands and let her tangle her fingers into his dark hair.

She tugged him down and captured his lips with hers. She was the one who kissed
him
, and he let her do it rather than gloat, because he was a good guy, even if he didn’t know it.

Then he wrapped his arms around her and rolled them over, so that he was sprawled out on the bed under her. Her hair fell like a veil around him, hiding them as she kissed him. He grasped her ass with both hands and held on, forcing her tighter against him.

“You want it?” he breathed into her mouth.

“Yes,” she said and then kissed him again because she couldn’t help herself.

He allowed Katie to have her way with him, letting her tongue slip into his mouth over and over again as he slid his hands up and unclasped her bra like a man who had
a lot
of practice. Then he tugged on a strand of her hair and said, “Sit up.”

She flipped her hair back and did as told, sitting over him, allowing him to pull the condom out of her bra. When he grabbed her hand and put it in her open palm, she closed her fingers around it rather than argue.

He pulled her bra off and tossed it aside. For one long moment, he just leaned back on one arm and admired her over him and, she let him, because something about the way he looked at her always made her feel beautiful and sexy in a way she never thought possible.

His gaze on her breasts was hot and needy. “I’m gonna miss ’em. You have the nicest set of tits I’ve ever seen.”

Katie laughed. “They’ll miss you too.”

“Yeah?” he asked as he finally looked back up to her face and smiled. “You think so?”

She nodded. “I know so.”

He reached up and fisted his hand in her hair. He tugged her head back, forcing her to put a hand on his thigh for balance. She gasped when he wrapped his other arm around her, supporting her as he leaned down and sucked on one of her nipples.

She arched and rubbed herself against him as he sucked and teased. When he tried to pull away, she tangled her fingers in his hair just like he was doing to her, holding him to her.

She watched him do it, trying to remember exactly what he looked like. The way her pale fingers looked in his inky hair. The way his eyes glowed when he did pull away, only to lick his lips and suck on the other one.

Then he drew his tongue up her chest, to the line of her throat, forcing her head back again to finally suck on her neck. Katie knew he was marking her, but she didn’t care. She wanted him to mark her, so much so she forced him away only to bring him back to the other side. He must have understood, because he sucked just as hard the second time.

Then he pulled back, his eyes still glowing as he reached around her, finding the condom clutched in her other hand being crushed as she dug her nails into his jean-covered thigh. He held it up and said, “Hold it.”

“I
was
holding it,” she reminded him.

He eyed her mouth and arched an eyebrow pointedly.

She huffed and leaned forward to grab it with her teeth, but made sure to give him a look that said she wasn’t pleased.

He didn’t seem to care as he looked down between them, where his hard, jean-covered cock was pressed against her lace-covered pussy. “Take it out.”

She reached between them to pull at the button of his jeans, and then lowered the zipper. He fell back, putting his weight on both his forearms, and arched his hips, letting her push his jeans and underwear down far enough to free his cock.

“Put it on me.”

She grabbed the edge of the condom and used her teeth to rip it open the way Marcos usually did. She made sure to spit the top of the wrapper at his face, but he just laughed at her protest.

“You’re not the first chica to spit on me.”

She rolled her eyes. “That’s nice, Marcos.”

“I’m a thug,” he said without remorse. “I keep telling you that.”

“I don’t care if I’m not the first one to spit on you.” Katie narrowed her eyes at him and then went one step further by licking her palm, doing it long and slow while he watched. “I just wish I was the last.”

“Ay Dios mio.” His head fell back when she used her spit-slicked hand to stroke him. “Put it on.”

“No, I’m the one holding it. I get to decide when I put it on.”

He arched into her hand, uncaring about her protest. “Coño, you’re sexy.”

“Really?”

“Fuck, yes.” He sat up and wrapped one hand around the base of her neck, tugging her forward so fast she gasped. He bit at her bottom lip. “Open for me.”

She did, letting him kiss her hard and sloppy, with their teeth clashing and their tongues brushing. She was so caught up in it, she hardly noticed when he yanked the open condom packet out of her other hand. He bit her lip one more time before he fell onto his back and went ahead and pulled the condom out.

“I won,” she pointed out as he rolled the condom on.

“No, you didn’t.” He wrapped a hand around the back of her neck again and then pulled her tight against him. He flipped their positions so fast she gasped when she found herself flat on her back, with Marcos hovering over her. “We both lose, chica.”

She heard the pain in his voice then, the sheer agony that this was happening to them. That life would give them something like this and then yank it away after only a week.

She cupped a hand to her mouth when the tears cropped up out of the blue, but he yanked it away before she gave in to the tears. “No crying. I want you to stop letting the world hurt you. That means you don’t let thugs make you cry.”

She wanted to tell him she couldn’t help it, but he kissed her before she could. He just pushed her panties aside rather than pull them off her, and then he was sliding in, stretching her and filling her, and it fell so good she couldn’t help but jerk her head back and moan.

He grabbed both her hands, pinning Katie beneath him as he slid all the way in. He was still then, with just the sound of their ragged breathing filling the air. She didn’t want to do it, but she opened her eyes, letting tears roll down her cheeks as she looked up to see him staring down at her as if he was afraid she’d evaporate right out from under him.

“I love you.” His voice cracked as he said it. “You know that, right?”

She nodded. “I know.”

He leaned down and buried his face in her neck. “Eres bella.”

“Thank you,” she choked out, because she knew that one. He’d been saying it for a week. “You’re beautiful too.”

Then she held him and let him fuck her until she was gasping in pleasure despite the tears. When she came, he did too. Usually he held out to force a second one out of her. She wouldn’t have been able to do it, and he probably wouldn’t either.

They both needed their pleasure. Right now. Before it went away.

When it was over, he let her curl up to him, with her head resting against his shoulder and her arms wrapped around him. It felt so good to be in this spot, the place where she’d slept every night this week. She just couldn’t let him go. He didn’t even get up to take care of the condom; he just lay with her instead.

She tilted her head and pressed her face against his shoulder to hide.

“You wanna cry, chica?”

She nodded and squeaked, “Yes.”

“Then you cry.” He sighed as he caressed her arm. “I can’t make you hard, so you be soft for both of us, okay?”

“O-okay,” she rasped, and then the sorrow shook her whole frame when she started sobbing.

And it didn’t stop.

For twenty-four hours they fucked and Katie cried and Marcos let her, but he still left. The only saving grace was, he didn’t make her kick him out. Like he’d never been there, he slipped out of her house sometime after midnight on Sunday.

He warned her he was a thief. He’d done it a hundred times. He said he would steal anything left unattended long enough for him to take. Only nothing was out of place in her house. Nothing was missing.

The only thing he’d taken was her heart.

She wished he would’ve stolen her car instead.

Chapter Fourteen

Marcos stared at his cousin’s door and then eyed his key chain, debating if he should break in or knock. Considering it was past three in the morning, he decided to pick the lock.