Page 78 of Falling for the Enemy

I don’t give her the chance to argue.

With a string of Spanish curses falling from my lips, I begin to pound into her, my crazed pace punishing, the sounds of her screams carrying on the night air for every King within five hundred yards to hear.

“Good girl.” My gaze remains fixed between her legs. “You’re taking me so well.” Belly hollowing on a gasp, she slides her right hand to her clit, her index finger circling her swollen nub. “That’s it, baby. Show me how you make yourself feel good.”

Eyes flitting to her side, I slow, the sight of her healing lacerations, none which required stitches, lowering the intensity of my thrusts. “Nyet,” she whines in response, shaking her head wildly, her sweat-dampened locks sticking to her face and neck. “Don’t hold back!”

She lifts to meet my next thrust, destroying the restraint I’ve momentarily gained. Freeing the caged beast within me that demands her sweetness coat my cock just as it does my face, I piston between her legs, the slam of my hips against her bruising.

One of my hands grips her waist, my fingers digging into her soft flesh. The other goes to her neck, circling its front. “Forget a belly chain”—I circle my hips—“this is where my name belongs.” I squeeze lightly. “That way every motherfucker who dares lay eyes on you knows precisely what devil owns you.”

Her finger moves faster, wetness further soaking my length. Eyes meeting mine, she pulls in a breath when I loosen my grip on her neck. “Is this all you’ve got? If so—”

Releasing her throat and neck entirely, I lift her into my arms and turn so that her back faces the Ashley River, putting us in full view of the front gate, the guards stationed there included.

“Lean back and grab the goddamned rail.” Obeying, she grabs the marble banister, gripping it tightly. “Now hold on.”

Legs wrapped around my hips, she cries out as I thrust back into her, our connection having remained when I moved us. “The next sound that rolls off your tongue better be my name.”

A storm looms behind her.

Lighting flashes, joining the moonlight ghosting over her creamy skin. In the distance, thunder begins to rumble, the currents of the river growing rougher.

“If it isn’t, I won’t allow you—”

Her orgasm strikes out of nowhere.

Hard-hitting and violent, her pussy clamps down on me, the screams that emerge from her mouth as our bodies move in sync more animalistic than human.

“Alejandro!”

“There it is.” I give a final brutal stab of my hips and plant myself deep, emptying myself inside her. “Fuck, Ari!” A satisfied groan rumbles from my chest, my legs growing weak as her scorching pussy threatens to rip my soul from my body.

Wrapping a shaking arm around her lower back, I pull her chest to mine and drop us into one of the armless chairs next to the banister, her straddling my lap. Her cheek goes to my shoulder, and I run my fingers through her damp hair, my cock continuing to twitch inside her.

“You’re so damned perfect.”

She sighs softly, my words of praise the correct ones to speak, and twines her arms around me tighter, her heavy breaths slowly evening out. “Da, I am.” Cocky little witch. “And I’m beginning to think you are as well.” She leans back, and her passion-glazed eyes meet mine. “If you continue to make me feel the way you do, Alejandro Santiago, I may just end up falling in love with you after all.”

Chest tightening, I swallow hard.

“That’s good, Manzana.”

Something broken inside me heals.

“Because, baby, I’m already there.”

TWENTY-ONE

Ari

A startled scream.

I jolt awake at the sound, the high pitch slicing through the sleep that blankets my fatigued mind. Jackknifing in bed, I clutch the lightweight duvet that covers me to my chest.

“Oh my God!” a teenage voice calls out from across the room, almost hysterical sounding as its owner shuffles her sock-covered feet in place, nearly slipping. “Just Oh. My. God!”

I blink, fully clearing my blurry eyes.

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