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by Faiman, Hayley


  Santiago’s feet move as he guides us over to the bed. I can feel the softness behind me and I almost stop him, afraid that he’ll ruin the bedding with his blood, but I decide against it. He’s deliciously feral, and if he fucked anyone else on these sheets, they need to be burned anyway.

  He lays me down across the bed, my feet and legs dangling off, his body above mine as he presses his elbows into the mattress, caging my head in with his forearms. Lifting his head, his eyes find mine and he grunts.

  I wait for what’s to come. I still don’t know him well enough to be able to predict any of his moves. Unable to take my eyes off of him, I wonder how he can look so beautiful covered in blood.

  The whites of his eyes, his teeth, they’re brighter as he watches me. His face, he looks menacing, dangerous, and sexy all at the same time.

  Opening my mouth, I snap it closed when I feel my shorts button and zipper being tugged down. Reaching between us, I quickly shimmy out of my clothes and spread my legs wide. I can feel my belly clench with excitement for what’s to come.

  My hands automatically go toward his buttons, opening them, unzipping his jeans before I reach beneath them and wrap my fingers around his hard length.

  Shoving his jeans down just enough to release his cock, I bite the corner of my lip as my thumb slides across the head of his dick and I feel his pre-cum.

  I know that I’m sick. Other people would think that there was something really wrong with me, aside from being a sex addict, the sight of this man covered in blood has completely turned me on.

  “I need you,” I breathe, clenching my fist around his cock a little harder.

  He lets out his breath in an exhale. “Move your hand. This is going to be hard, nena,” he warns.

  Quickly, I release his dick and wrap my hands around his hips. Without any more of a warning, without a word, he aligns his cock with my center and slams deep inside of me. Shifting my hips, lifting them so that I can take him a little deeper, I sigh at the feel of him stretching me.

  He hovers above me, his eyes on mine as he slams into me over and over. My breath hitches with each thrust. My body moves up the bed with the sheer force of his hips. We both breathe heavy, our eyes never leaving one another’s.

  He’s beautiful.

  He’s mine.

  Sweat forms on his brow and I don’t even flinch when the blood that had begun to dry on his face starts to drip onto my body. Blood of a man who forced me to suck his cock. Blood of a man who threatened to whore me, to abort my baby, to make me a sex slave.

  No, I can’t feel bad for his death. In fact, I’m glad that he’s gone. He’ll never hurt another woman and he’ll never hurt Santiago, again. Sliding my hands up his biceps, I wrap my arms around his shoulders, moving one of my hands to find purchase against the back of his neck as I pull him closer to me.

  Closing my eyes, I shift my head back and arch my neck, allowing Santiago to take over everything. I cling to him, relaxing my muscles, my body, to take all of him, all of his anger and frustration—his strength.

  My orgasm takes over unexpectedly. It didn’t build and fill me with a need to find release. It just exploded. I let out a shocked cry as my thighs shake. Santiago draws out the climax, his hips moving fast and harder, never breaking his stride.

  When he comes, it’s with a long groan, his head immediately dropping and his lips finding mine. His tongue fills my mouth, fucking me as his hips jerk and he continues to move inside of me. He buries himself deep, stilling before he rips his mouth from mine.

  Breathing heavily, he stares down at me. His arms shaking next to my head, but he doesn’t collapse on top of me like I think he wants to. He has complete control as he freezes. I bite the corner of my lip, watching him and waiting for him to say something.

  “Mine. That’s what you are. Nobody touches you again without my permission, not fucking ever.”

  “Your permission?” I ask, my breath hitching.

  He dips his chin, his lips brushing mine. “If you need more than I can give you, Della, then we talk about that. But as it stands, you’re only mine. My fuckin’ woman. I’ll kill anyone, and I do mean anyone, who even thinks about touching you again.”

  His words aren’t just a warning, they’re a threat and I have a feeling I know exactly what and who he’s referring to.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  DELLA

  Santiago and I clean the blood from our bodies in silence. I wait for him to give me some kind of explanation about what happened, anything at all, but he doesn’t. He reaches for a towel and dries my body off for me, still totally silent.

  When I’m completely dry, he wraps the towel around me, then reaches for a clean one and dries off his own body. I watch, enjoying the way he moves, watching his muscles flex as he dries himself off. I can’t help but slightly pout when he covers himself by wrapping the towel around his waist.

  “Need to take you back to the house in the morning, you need to pack a bag,” he instructs as he turns and walks away from me, back into the bedroom.

  My feet falter and I almost fall down at his words. I don’t know what they mean, or where I’m going. My heart pounds in my chest, threatening to escape my body and flop around on the floor.

  “Why?” I croak.

  He stops, turning to look at me from over his shoulder. I watch as he drops his towel and I can’t even appreciate the view of his ass.

  I’m too damn nervous and that pisses me off, because I haven’t really taken the chance to appreciate his fine ass or to memorize the tattoos that completely cover just about every inch of his skin.

  “Business, mi corazon,” he says.

  I wait a moment for him to explain what kind of business, but apparently, he thinks that what he’s said is enough of an explanation. Taking a step toward him, I avoid looking at the bloody mess that we left on the bedding and instead focus on his face.

  “Santi,” I whisper.

  He drops his jeans to the floor before turning around completely to face me. His lips are pressed together in a hard line as his eyes roam over my face. I hold my breath as he closes the distance between us.

  When he’s so close that I can feel his length against my belly through the towel. I clench my thighs, hoping that he’ll take me again.

  He’s half-mast, all it would take is a few strokes from my hand, a few licks from my tongue. It wouldn’t take much at all for him to be completely hard and buried inside of me.

  Santiago wraps his hands around my biceps, his fingers squeezing, but it does nothing except turn me on more. “I’m finishing this shit with my father. That means a trip down to Columbia and I’m not leaving you here alone,” he says, his voice deep and raspy, almost dark sounding.

  “I’m pregnant, Santi. The doctor said that I was lucky, but I don’t know if I should go somewhere like that. What if something happens?”

  He tilts his head to the side, his eyes searching my own. I can’t tell him that I have no desire to go down there, that it terrifies me to even consider it.

  I want to stay here where it’s safe. I know that his father is dead, but the men that are still out there that are just like him, maybe even worse, what if something happens and they take me?

  What if they kill him?

  “Let’s just not go. Let’s just let sleeping dogs lie,” I offer.

  Santiago dips his chin, pressing his hardening cock against my belly a little harder. He reaches between us and untucks my towel. His fingers leave my biceps and my breath hitches when one of his hands slips between us. I feel those fingertips dancing down my neck, then my breast.

  Licking my lips, I look up at him and begin to pant as he toys with one of my nipples. He grins, leaning down and touching his mouth to mine in a sweet, barely there kiss.

  “I can’t, nena. He has more sons that he’s molded. He claims he called off the hit to Presley and the other women, but I can’t be certain. I need to destroy everything that he’s left behind.”

  “W
hy? Just because he was a bastard? It’s not worth dying over,” I murmur through trembling lips.

  He shakes his head a couple of times, his mouth touching mine, tasting me before he speaks again. “Because, mi corazon, he’s only been cut off at the tail. Just because he’s the head right now, it doesn’t mean that we’ve cut the head off of the organization. They will return, just like they always have. I need to make it really fucking hard to come back. I need to make them want to move the fuck on and forget we fucking exist.”

  “Either that or make them so angry they see nothing but vengeance and come after us,” I snap.

  His fingers move down my belly, skirting over the bump that’s becoming more apparent with every waking hour it seems. When I feel his fingers slide through my center, spreading my pussy lips apart, and finding my clit, I whimper.

  “Santi,” I moan.

  He chuckles, his breath washing over me. I want his mouth touching me everywhere, his fingers following its path and then I want him to fuck me hard again, to take me, to make me come until I’m a pile of nothing but satisfied flesh.

  “Nobody will hurt you again, Della. Swear it on my life, nobody will ever touch you,” he exhales as his lips move down my neck.

  My entire body breaks out in goosebumps as I feel my belly warm with desire. Sliding my hands up his arms and around his shoulders, I dig my nails into the skin of his back and gently drag them down until I reach his lower back.

  “Please, Santi. I need more,” I beg.

  I’ll beg, on my hands and knees, spread out wide, any way he wants me, I’ll beg and plead for more from him. I’ve never felt as satisfied, as beautiful and wanted, as free, as I do when I’m with him.

  His fingers slip inside of me, filling me. I whimper at the sensation as they make a come-hither motion. Shifting my hips, I move with his set rhythm.

  “You’ll get more, you’ll get everything you could ever need from me, Della. What I won’t do is leave you here alone. I’m not risking having you taken from me or Jaguar thinking he can do as he pleases with you.”

  “Is this about him?” I pant, my hips jerking as his thumb begins to rub circles against my clit, his fingers still moving inside of me.

  He snorts, his mouth finding mine, I sigh when his lips press against my own. He doesn’t press hard, instead he speaks, and I swallow his words.

  “Not about him. I’ll kill him if he so much as hugs you again. This is about you being safe and me being the only man that I know to keep you that way. No other man will protect you with his life like I will, Della.”

  “What are you telling me,” I exhale.

  My thighs are shaking, my knees on the verge of giving out and my orgasm teetering on the edge. I want to come so badly and yet at the same time, I want to stay right here, right in this moment. I want to freeze all of this so that I can revisit it time and time again.

  “I love you, Della. Fucking shit, woman,” he growls right before his lips slam against mine and he forces my orgasm from me, touching me just the way that he has already figured out I love.

  Love.

  Love.

  Love.

  He loves me and I know without a doubt that I’ve fallen in love with him too. This is a true confession, not one to toy with my emotions, to win some invisible game.

  This is love and I feel the exact same way. Not just with the way that he makes me feel, but the threat of not seeing him again, it’s made me realize just what I have in him.

  I have a man who is taking me on for the woman that I am. He doesn’t care that I’m addicted to sex and orgasms, to that rush that every aspect of sex gives me.

  He took me on as a single mother-to-be, claiming this baby as his own without hesitation. He’s made me his wife when he didn’t have to, it all seems too good to be true, even the shitty parts.

  “Santi,” I whimper as my orgasm consumes me and my knees completely give out.

  My fingernails dig into the flesh at his back to keep from falling to the ground, but it does no good. Together, the both of us sink down to the floor.

  Slowly, Santiago slips his fingers from inside of me and his lips kiss down my chest, finding my breasts his tongue swirls both of my nipples, before he uses his hands to apply pressure to roll me over onto my hands and knees.

  Without hesitation, I position myself for him, my face pointed toward the broken door, Santiago behind me, his hands spreading my ass apart for his viewing pleasure. I hear him growl behind me, then the head of his dick presses against my pussy, his hands still holding me wide.

  “Santiago,” I moan.

  He grunts as he fills me completely. With a sigh, I push back against him, tipping my ass even more to take him as far as possible. His hands move from my ass to my hips and he grips me tightly.

  “Taking that sweet ass one of these days, nena,” he announces.

  A shiver rolls through my body at his words. I want him to take me there, in fact, I can’t wait for it. I know the way he fills me is going to be absolutely amazing in every way possible.

  EAGLE

  I will never have just a quick fuck with Della. It’s not fucking possible. My woman needs more than a few bangs of the headboard and a quick O to satisfy her. Thankfully, I’m the same goddamn way, which is how I knew that we would be good for one another.

  What I didn’t know is that I would fall in love with her, almost immediately. It happened though. I fell for this woman. A woman who is pregnant with someone else’s baby. A woman whose addictions sometimes rule her head when they shouldn’t.

  A woman so fucking beautiful that she makes my entire body ache, my cock especially.

  Gripping her hip with one hand, I slide my other one down her spine and gently twist my fingers in her hair. Without being too rough, I tug her head back and look into her face from above her. She smiles up at me, then I watch as her eyes flutter closed when I swivel my hips.

  “You’re coming with me, Della. You’re never leaving my side again,” I announce.

  I ignore the fact that she’s got a bruise on her face inflicted on her by one of my father’s men. I meted out his punishment for that. I don’t want to think about it anymore. It doesn’t exist and in a few days it will fade away.

  My father is dead.

  What he threatened to do to her, what he did to her dies with him. The only thing that hasn’t died is the legacy that he has strived to leave behind, but I plan on killing that, immediately, if not sooner.

  “I’ll come with you, always,” she sighs as I bury myself as deep as possible, swiveling my hips with each downstroke of my dick inside of her.

  I fuck her. Slow and easy, steadily. Each thrust with purpose, part of that purpose is to control myself so that I don’t blow my load inside of her immediately. I need her to come again, I need to feel her cunt squeeze the ever-loving life out of me.

  I let out a breath, gripping her hair and her hip a bit tighter as I grind my teeth together, keeping a very loose hold of my control. I want to slam into her, pound the absolute fucking shit out of her, but I don’t. Not yet. After she comes, I can, not before, otherwise she won’t get there again and she needs it.

  I continue to move slowly, sliding my hand from her hip, around to her pussy. Finding her clit, I begin to strum against her at the speed and pressure that I know she loves.

  “God, Santi,” she purrs.

  Fuck, she’s so pretty when she’s like this, filled with my dick, at my mercy, and on the edge. Her body is loose, pliable, accepting of each thrust from my hips. Her throat lets out another purr just as the door flies open. I know that she doesn’t realize it, she doesn’t even flinch as I continue to play her body.

  Lifting my gaze from her face, I smirk at the sight of Jaguar standing in my doorway. He frowns and I watch as red moves up his neck to his face. I don’t stop at all, he can watch for all I care, but he’ll never touch her again.

  She’s mine now.

  Wears my ring.

  Takes my dick.
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  Mine.

  I move my fingers harder and faster, my hips joining them, matching speed and strength with each thrust. All the while, I keep my eyes focused on Jaguar, waiting for him to make a move. He doesn’t. He’s frozen as he watches me fuck the woman that he tried to force to be his own.

  “Don’t stop,” she begs.

  Smirking, I lift my chin toward Jaguar like a true fucking smart ass, but my fingers and my dick are completely focused on her. When she begins to shake, she cries out, then I hear it. My heart skips a beat when she speaks.

  “I love you, Santi. So much,” she exhales.

  Suddenly, fucking with Jaguar while I’m inside of Della doesn’t seem so important. My full attention moves back to her, and I release her hair. Without another word, I pull out of her and shift her over onto her back.

  Burying myself back inside of her, I wrap my hand around the back of her knee and push her leg up and out as I look into her face.

  “Say it again while I fuck you, looking into your eyes,” I demand.

  Her lips slowly tip up into a lazy smile and she cups my cheeks with her hands. My hips begin to move, slowly and with purpose.

  I don’t want to fuck her hard and fast, not right now. I want to feel her words while her cunt is snug and warm around me, while she looks into my eyes with that satisfied, lazy fucking smile.

  “I love you, Santiago. I fell for you sooner than I should have. I fell almost instantly. I was made to be yours. I’m sorry it took me a little while,” she whispers.

  “Fuck,” I hiss.

  Without warning, my muscles tense and I come. My dick twitches inside of her, my eyes on hers as I fill her body with my release.

  Those sweet soft hands cupping my cheeks. Those lips swollen from my kisses, her pussy wet and warm from my cock and fingers. All of her, made for all of me.

  This is what I’m fighting for when I fight for her.

  This moment right here.

  Fuck.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

 

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