Page 93 of Falling for the Enemy

Before I realize what’s happening, he lifts me and places me on top of his desk. Turning me, he orders me to lay down on my back and hang my head off the edge of the wood.

Wanting to please him, I obey.

My mouth opens when he taps my chin with the underside of his cock, teasing me. His desk is the perfect height for the face fuck he’s about to give me.

“Breathe between thrusts, baby.” He traces my tingling lips with his tip. “Remember, if it becomes too much, touch your stomach.”

I’m not given the chance to reply.

Not before he slides his length over my waiting tongue, his hands cupping my throat. “Fuck!” he bellows a second time, his abs tensing as he clings to fleeting control. “Goddamn, Manzana!”

I whimper around him, needing him to move as my legs fall open and I dip a hand between my thighs, lust consuming me. My index finger circles my throbbing clit as he quickly begins to pull out and plunge back in repeatedly, each thrust deeper than the last.

One of his hands leaves my neck and he reaches over me, slapping my fingers from my clit. In reaction, I nearly bite down but stop short of doing so when his fingertips part my soaked flesh then sink inside me.

I moan around him, the vibrations seeming to spur him on. His hips jerk, the taste of his pre-cum once more filling my mouth. “Good girl,” he says, grinding out the words that make my core clench each time. “Look at how beautiful you look sucking my cock.”

I gag a second time when he strikes a spot so deep it feels as though he’s nearly reaching my chest. Eyes beginning to water, my tears spill over and roll down my face, undoubtedly ruining my makeup and smearing my mascara.

I savor every second of it.

Wanting more, I lift my hips, riding the three fingers he’s pumping inside me in time with the thrust of his hips. Tension builds within me, a heaviness forming just behind my pelvis.

I whimper, the sound a plea for more.

He immediately answers it.

Extracting himself from my mouth, he steps back and spins me on the desk. Forcing my legs open, he notches his khui at my entrance. His eyes meet mine, locking and holding my gaze.

“Say it,” he growls. “I want to hear it.”

I swallow, my chest tightening. I’ve already confessed to being in love with the possessive and overbearing mudak, so why is saying the three words he wishes to hear so hard?

The question is a pointless one.

I already have the answer.

Simply put, I’m scared.

Fear, however rare, has no place in the vicious life I live, much less in my heart that’s no longer frozen. I don’t allow it to consume me when I lead my men into war; therefore, I won’t allow it to steal this moment either.

A moment in which my last wall will crumble, and my dark soul will fully rise, binding itself to the one that lurks within the kingpin’s dark depths, sealing our fates for what will be all time.

Not even Hell will separate us.

Together in the flames, we’ll burn.

“Hermosa, say—”

“I love you.”

The final barrier shatters.

To the dust from which it was constructed, it returns. I take a deep breath, then scream when he plunges deep, joining both our bodies and souls, making us whole.

“I love you, Alejandro Santiago. And like you once told me…” I moan as he slowly withdrawals. “I’m keeping you forever.”

The words are raw and beautiful.

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