Page 112 of When Lies Unfold

Our eyes hold while I answer firmly, “Never.”

“Then this…is a first for you?” Brown eyes search mine.

“Yeah.”

“I haven’t been with anyone since…” She trails off, but I get what she’s sayin’. “And I know I’m clean.”

She hasn’t been with anyone since that bastard of an ex who beat on her. The relevance of that isn’t lost on me. “I’m clean. Always make sure, ’cause I don’t take any chances otherwise.”

“Okay, then,” she whispers before wettin’ her lips. It’s a dead giveaway that she’s nervous.

I lower my mouth to hers and suckle at her bottom lip. “You gonna let me do this?” I ease my cock back inside her, buryin’ it deep. “Gonna let me take your pussy with my bare cock?”

Her answer’s breathless. “I suppose, if you must.”

A surprised grunt of a laugh escapes me. Lola-fuckin’-Arias is somethin’ else entirely.

I take her mouth in a deep kiss before whisperin’, “It’s a definite must.”

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LOLA

Santiago unleashes everything he has, as if he’s revealing an arsenal of moves. Deep, thorough strokes. Powerful, fast thrusts. The perfect amount of contact from the root of his cock on my clit.

And his kisses… God, his kisses. They’re addictive and dangerous. It feels as though he’s doing more than just fucking me, like this is more than an excuse to help me forget my heartache.

It’s impossible not to compare him with the monster I was with for far too long. It seems so farfetched that this man—the infamous criminal—has a touch that’s an intoxicating mix of reverence and carnal need. His hands possess a gentleness I would’ve never expected from a man like him.

With each powerful drive of his hips, he claims my body. His mouth follows suit with each devouring kiss, defying the harsh quality it usually holds.

My hands scour along the sharp curves and angles of his muscled back and firm ass, relishing in the feel of his taut body. His biceps flex, intricate swirls of ink rippling as he holds himself above me.

While he’s protecting me, ensuring he doesn’t hurt my injured shoulder, I also get the impression he’s holding back. But if this is the only moment I’m allowing myself to throw all caution and common sense by the wayside, I refuse to let him hold anything back.

Everything in me protests at breaking the kiss, but I have to. His eyes blaze with an intensity that sears me inside and out, and his brows dive together to form a harsh V.

“I want to be on top.” His hesitation is instant, and when his gaze briefly veers to my shoulder, I bring my palms to his shoulders, nudging gently. “Please.”

His eyes flash with heat. “You wanna ride me?”

At my nod, he bands an arm around me and gently moves me with him as he eases onto his back. He stuffs another pillow beneath his head as his desire-filled gaze sweeps over my body where I sit atop him. That desire swiftly changes to concern when his eyes land on my fresh bandage.

A crease forms between his brows. “You better not hurt yourself like this.”

A cross between a laugh and a cry gets stuck in my throat. He’s worried about me hurting my injured shoulder when any other man would be solely concerned with getting off.

Who is this man? Because I thought I had categorized Santiago Hernández easily in a single box. Yet he’s proving me wrong—so very wrong.

“I won’t.” That’s all I can manage to say. Gently bracing my palms on the hard wall of his chest, I roll my hips, sinking deeper.

The veins alongside his neck strain, his eyes burning hot. I move, mindless to anything but the sensation of his thickness stretching me and how he pulses inside me.

Large, heavy palms grip my hips, urging me on. Hands that have taken countless lives now brand me with a singeing heat that’s frightening in a different way.

But I ignore it and instead concentrate on the electrifying jolt grinding against the base of his cock delivers to my clit. I can feel how wet I’m making us, and my movements turn more frantic as I ride him.

“That’s it.” He skims one hand up from my hip to cup my breast and toy with my nipple. “Show me how much you like ridin’ my cock.”

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