Falling for the Forbidden: 10 Full-Length Novels

by Jessica Hawkins

  I sighed in bliss when I felt the snap of the crop against my ass. He started slow, peppering my flesh with little sharp slaps, the smooth leather tongue leaving bright patches of heat everywhere it landed. My skin warmed and tingled. Little sparks danced over my flesh, crackling up my spine to flood my mind with bliss.

  Suddenly, he cracked the crop hard against my upper thigh, a harsh, punitive stroke. I cried out at the rush of pain, but I didn’t try to move away. I welcomed it, craving the absolution he offered.

  “Never leave me again,” he said, his voice rough with emotion.

  Another blow cracked across my thigh, stinging and burning.

  “You don’t get to leave me. Never leave me.” There was something desperate in his harsh tone, yearning mingling with command.

  “I won’t,” I promised, tears of release spilling down my cheeks. “I won’t leave you. I love you.”

  The blows stopped, and the crop clattered to the ground. Both of his big hands curled into my ass, spreading my cheeks wide.

  “Say it again,” he ground out.

  “I love you.” The soul-deep truth left me on a sob. “Please, Andrés.”

  He snarled and slammed into me, his cock thrusting deep into my wet channel. “Tell me,” he demanded, driving into me with ruthless, branding strokes. “Tell me again. Don’t stop.”

  “I love you!” I cried out as he thrust into me mercilessly. “I love you, I love you…” The words left me in a litany, over and over again as his cock dragged across my g-spot, driving me higher. He reached beneath me and pinched my clit.

  “Andrés!” I screamed out his name as I shattered. His raw shout echoed around us, and his cum filled me, marking me as his. He kept pounding into me, riding out the last of our pleasure with brutal force. I welcomed his claim over me.

  Finally, he stopped, completely spent. He withdrew from me and carefully removed the clamps from my nipples. I whimpered when blood rushed back to the abused buds, but he soothed the sting away with gentle fingers, morphing the pain into pleasure.

  He cut me down, severing the ropes that bound me. He supported my limp body and eased us down to the cool tiled floor, holding me tight.

  “Mine,” he murmured, tracing the contours of my body as though seeking to memorize every inch of me. “All mine.”

  I kissed his neck, tasting my tears on his skin. The salt mingling with his unique flavor was intoxicating. Better than any drug. I licked at it, craving more. A low, rumbling sound left his chest, vibrating against me. The sensation rolled through my body, making its way to my core. Despite the rough way he’d fucked me, my pussy wept for him, wanting him again.

  I shifted in his hold, straddling him. He stiffened for me, needing me as desperately as I needed him. I boldly lowered myself onto him and captured his lips, welcoming him to claim my mouth the way he’d claimed my pussy. I moved against him, slowly sliding up and down on his shaft. His hands captured my waist, guiding me to take him faster, deeper. We found our bliss together, our sweat-slicked bodies entwined as closely as possible.

  I screamed out his name, my fingernails scoring his back. I gave him everything, but at the same time, I claimed him as well, marking him.

  I loved Andrés, and he was all mine.

  Chapter 22

  Andrés left me with a promise to return in a few hours. He was going to see Cristian to convince him to give me more time. Despite my devotion to Andrés, I couldn’t bring myself to help with his business. And he wouldn’t ask me to. In the beginning, he’d been determined to make me cooperate in order to protect me, but we were past that now. He promised he wouldn’t force me to do anything that went against who I was.

  Because he cared. He cared about me, not some version of me that did exactly as he said. I wasn’t his doll. I wasn’t his pet. I wasn’t his fucktoy.

  He might not have told me he loved me, but I could feel it in the reverent way he held me, the way he called me his. I knew he’d lost the people he loved in the past. He wasn’t ready to say the words aloud, because he was afraid he’d lose me, too. I was still targeted in Cristian’s crosshairs, and I didn’t expect Andrés to admit his feelings for me until I was safe. Until he was certain his sadistic brother wouldn’t take me away like he’d taken Andrés’ beloved sister and grandmother.

  So for now, I was content with his branding kiss, with his harsh claiming of my body. His possessive touch communicated all the things he wasn’t ready to say to me.

  I still didn’t understand how we could have a future together, but I resolved to come up with a solution. I needed to push aside my worry and focus on formulating my plan.

  Not worrying was difficult when I knew Andrés was facing his brother right now, defying him in an effort to protect me. I didn’t particularly enjoy feeling like a damsel locked in a tower for safekeeping while my dark knight fought my battles. But without a computer, I really wouldn’t have been much help in a fight.

  I resolved to ask Andrés about that when he returned. Now that there was trust between us, he might allow me access to his laptop. I could take down Cristian’s organization piece by piece, destroying his financials and leaving him utterly ruined.

  But it was Andrés’ livelihood, too. And although I knew he didn’t approve of the Bliss and human trafficking, that didn’t mean his hands were clean. I’d become convinced that he had a good heart, but he’d never known anything but a life of violence and crime. Circumstance had twisted him into a cruel monster on the surface, but I’d seen the damaged man at his core, the boy who had lost everything. His scars ran deep, and although he wouldn’t like to admit it, he feared his brother. He was as much a captive in his dark life as I was in this suite.

  I just had to convince him that I could help set him free, if he’d let me. He might not be able to take on Cristian, but I could do it for both of us. A few clever keystrokes would bring his entire empire crashing down.

  I was only idly turning the pages of my comic book out of habit as my mind was absorbed in plotting Cristian’s downfall. I wasn’t sure how long I’d been skimming through the story without reading when Lauren arrived with my lunch.

  I sat up in bed, covering myself with the sheet. I still wasn’t comfortable with anyone but Andrés seeing me naked, even though Lauren had seen everything already.

  She didn’t even look me in the eye today. I suspected her jealousy of my relationship with Master Andrés might be growing into resentment. Not to mention the fact that I’d recently attacked her.

  Without a word, she handed me the morning after pill and a glass of orange juice. I’d taken the birth control shot a few days ago, but it wasn’t guaranteed to be effective immediately, and Andrés hadn’t been using condoms with me. I didn’t want him to, anyway, so I’d accept the slight nausea that came along with the pill. I really wasn’t ready to get pregnant.

  I drained the glass of juice and handed it back to Lauren. She finally looked me in the eye. Her lovely face was drawn with anguish.

  “I’m sorry,” she whispered.

  I blinked at her. “Why? Because of Andrés? I know you care about him. That’s okay.” I didn’t begrudge the woman her admiration of my captor any longer. I understood everything she’d claimed about him. He was kind. He was a good man, deep in his soul.

  “No,” she said softly. “Master Andrés is going to be so angry with me.”

  “What are you talking about?” I asked, more sharply. Fear for Andrés flooded my chest, pressing against my heart.

  “Cristian made me,” she said, wringing her hands. “You have to come with me now.”

  I shook my head. It felt lighter than it should, but I couldn’t focus on that. “I’m not going anywhere without Andrés.”

  “You will in a minute.” Her eyes filled with tears. “He’s going to hate me.”

  My body heated with anger. Or was it just hot? No. I was very aware of the cool air caressing my skin, making it pebble. I shivered, feeling as though Andrés was running his fingers
down my spine. My core warmed and pulsed, need blossoming low in my belly.

  “What did you do?” I asked, even as a pleasant, floaty sensation settled over me. It felt almost as good as being suspended in Andrés’ ropes.

  “Cristian made me put Bliss in your drink. He wants you to be with the other girls, since you won’t work for him. You have to come with me.”

  “I don’t…” The refusal died on my tongue, and a soft moan left my chest as my clit began to pulse.

  “I’ll try to keep the worst ones away from you,” Lauren sniffled. “Come on. We have to go.”

  I got to my feet, shuddering as the sheet slid down my sensitized body. My rational mind receded as desire swelled. My feet followed where Lauren led, with no thought of resistance. There was no thought at all. Just need.

  I needed to be touched, to be kissed, to be fucked.

  I needed Andrés.

  We arrived at the elevator, and the silver doors opened for Lauren. She took my hand, and I gasped as my fingers tingled with awareness. She started to cry as she pulled me into the elevator with her, but I didn’t understand why. How could she be sad when everything felt so good?

  I was warm. So warm. I leaned back against the cold mirrored wall, and a whine eased up my throat. My eyes slid closed as my inner walls began to contract, aching for Andrés to fill me.

  “Andrés,” I groaned his name.

  “You’ll see him later,” Lauren promised, her voice hitching. “After.”

  The elevator stopped, and the doors slid open. Lauren was still holding my hand, and she tugged me out into the long corridor. I followed without question, without concern. All I could focus on was the lust coursing through my system, the need building deep inside me.

  She led me a few steps down the hall and stopped at a closed door. She retrieved a key from her dress pocket and turned the lock before ushering me inside. The door closed behind me with a sharp click, but I barely registered it.

  The room was huge, yellow lights filling the decadent space. Everything was red velvet and gold gilding. It was warm, soft, sensual. Couches lined the walls, and a massive circular bed dominated the center of the room. People lounged on the couches in varying states of undress. One particularly voluptuous woman was dancing to a heavy, hypnotic beat, her naked body undulating around a silver pole. A musky scent filled the space. It made my pussy clench and my blood race.

  Several sets of eyes turned on me, male and female. I heard deep, masculine voices rumbling beneath the music, a harsh laugh punctuating the sensuous beat.

  A man approached me slowly. I recognized him. It was the boy who’d come to clean Andrés’ suite, the one who’d threatened me. His eyes flicked past me to focus on Lauren.

  “What’s she doing here?” he asked. “She’s supposed to be upstairs. Do you know what Andrés will do to us if he finds her in here?”

  “Cristian wants her down here,” Lauren said, her voice still trembling with tears. “He said he’d deal with Master Andrés.”

  Something stirred at the edges of my mind.

  Andrés. He was with Cristian. And he…

  God, I needed him. My body was on fire, my pussy throbbing to the point of discomfort. I needed relief, release.

  Not caring that I was naked in front of a room full of strangers, I closed my eyes and cupped my breasts, squeezing them to make the tingling in my nipples abate. My firm touch only made my desire grow, and my wet arousal slipped down my thighs.

  “If you’re sure…” I heard the boy’s voice getting closer, but I didn’t care about him.

  I cared about getting back to Andrés, so he could help me ease this craving that was gnawing at my insides.

  Long, masculine fingers closed around my wrists, directing my hands to my sides. Warm flesh touched mine, and I cried out at the shock of sensation as he caressed my breasts. My nipples were hard peaks against his soft palms.

  Soft. Not calloused.

  This was wrong. It felt wrong. But so good…

  A loud bang sounded behind me, accompanied by the snap of splintering wood. My eyes flew open when the hands were jerked away from my breasts. Andrés’ savage snarl filled my senses, and a pleasurable shudder ran through my body at the sight of his scarred face. It was twisted with maddened fury. He held the boy’s face in both hands and twisted sharply. Bone cracked, and the boy’s body fell to the floor, his neck at an odd angle.

  Andrés positioned his body in front of mine, his fists curled tight at his sides.

  “Who else touched her?” he roared. “Who?”

  “N-no one.” Lauren’s voice was a high squeak. “I’m sorry, Master Andrés. I’m so sorry.”

  “Do not speak to me.” He bit out each word. “You’re lucky I don’t snap your neck, too.”

  I heard her heave out a despairing sob, heard her soft footsteps whispering across the carpet as she fled.

  “Master Andrés,” I said. “I don’t like that she calls you Master.”

  He turned to me, his black eyes burning with rage. Despite his fury, he handled me as though I were a fragile doll as he lifted me up in his strong arms and carried me out into the hallway. I moaned and rubbed my face against him, like the needy kitten he’d always claimed I was.

  “You’re not hers,” I murmured, snuggling into his heat, loving the feel of his corded muscles rippling beneath me. “You’re mine. My Master.” I giggled. “Isn’t that funny? I always wanted a Master. And you’re mine.”

  The elevator took us up to his penthouse, and he carried me to the bed. He tried to set me down and pull away, but I locked my arms around his neck, keeping him close.

  “Touch me, Master,” I breathed. “Please. I need you.”

  My pussy ached, and my desire for him coated my thighs.

  He grasped my arms and pried them away from him. His hands slid up to my wrists, and he pressed them into the pillows above my head. I whimpered and arched my back, lust pulsing through me as he dominated my body.

  “I can’t,” he rasped. His lips were twisted downward, pulling his scar to a deep slash. “I can’t be with you like this.”

  Holding my wrists in place with one hand, he brushed my hair back from my face with the other. I hummed my pleasure and nuzzled into him.

  “My Master,” I sighed. “Mine.”

  “You don’t know what you’re saying,” he said tightly. “I’m sorry,” he continued, his voice breaking in a way I didn’t understand. “I’m so sorry. I wasn’t here. I didn’t know. When Cristian told me…” He gnashed his teeth. “I should have killed him. I should have fucking killed him.”

  I wasn’t used to hearing Andrés curse in English.

  “You’re upset,” I observed. “Don’t be upset. Make love to me, Master.”

  “Don’t call me that,” he growled, his eyes tightening with anguish.

  “But you are,” I said. “I love you, my Master. My Andrés.”

  He cupped my cheek in his hand. “Please, don’t say that. Don’t.”

  I wasn’t used to hearing him beg, either.

  “Don’t be sad,” I said, dimly noting the wetness pooling at the corners of his black eyes.

  He blinked hard, and some of the wetness fell to splash against my cheek.

  “Make love to me,” I urged again, arching my back, lifting my tingling breasts in wanton invitation. My entire body was alive, my nerve endings crackling and popping. Heat was building inside me. I was going to burn up if he didn’t touch me where I craved it most. “I need you.”

  He pressed a tender kiss against my forehead. “All right, cosita,” he murmured. “I’ll help you. I know you must be aching.”

  “I am. My pussy hurts.”

  “I’ll kiss it better,” he promised.

  “Thank you,” I sighed in relief. He was going to touch me. He was going to kiss me. I lifted my face to his, but he turned away.

  “Not your lips,” he said, still sounding oddly pained. “I can’t when you’re like this.”

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p; “But you said you’d kiss me,” I whined. “You said— Oh!”

  Ecstasy lashed through me when he lowered his mouth to my tight nipple, flicking the tip with his tongue before sucking the peak into his mouth. He didn’t use his teeth, and I was grateful. Just the heat of his mouth was intense enough to bring tears to my eyes.

  “Please,” I begged, lifting my hips. I needed him to touch my pussy. It was starting to throb to the point of pain.

  He shushed me gently, pressing his palm against my stomach to pin me down. He moved onto the bed with me, but his body didn’t settle atop mine. I wanted his comforting weight holding me down, but he positioned himself between my quivering thighs.

  I watched in rapt fascination as he lowered his head to my pussy and touched my wet folds with his tongue. His hungry groan mingled with my harsh cry. He’d never kissed me there before. And it felt…

  “So good,” I panted, my fingers spearing in his thick hair as I pulled him closer. “More.”

  He traced the line of my opening, teasing the little patch of skin between my pussy and my asshole before licking all the way up to my pulsing clit. I thrashed as stars burst across my vision, bliss singing through my veins. He growled against me, and his hands locked around my thighs, forcing me wide open. His tongue circled my clit, applying firm, hot pressure. My inner walls contracted and clenched, yearning to be filled. He licked and sucked at my pussy lips, tormenting me with ruthless pleasure.

  It wasn’t enough. I needed him inside me, needed him to mark me with his cum.

  Tears leaked from the corners of my eyes as pleasure turned to a deep, knifing pain between my legs. The building pressure had to release, or it would destroy me.

  “Please,” I choked on a sob. “I need you inside me. It hurts. Please, Master…”

  He pressed one final kiss against my clit before his body covered mine. He freed his hard cock from his slacks and lined up with my soaked pussy.

  His eyes searched mine, dark with hunger and yearning. “You shouldn’t call me that,” he ground out, hesitating at my opening. “You shouldn’t.”