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I slumped on the bed, threw my arm across myeyes, and tried to steady the fiber of my being. I had to rememberthis wasn’t who I was. I had to remember the killer inside of me.The possessive controlling powerful motherfucker that I’d trainedas a killer. I had to remember my mission. To destroy the verycrime family that ruined my life. Tomás wasn’t part of that plan.He wasn’t part of my life.

I had to remember that and hold on to it inorder to survive.

Chapter Twenty

Tomás

Kieran had gone quiet, hiding his face fromme. I didn’t want to push him. For someone who had no clue what hewas doing, I did all right. Or better than all right. Kieran hadshouted my name, had called me baby, had said please.

Yeah, I did that. And I loved it.

Except now, he was boneless on his back, hisarm thrown over his eyes, breathing. His dick deflated against histhigh. I lowered myself so that I was sprawled between his legs, myhead on his chest, listening to the fast drum of his heartbeat.“I’m not smashing you, am I?”

“No,” he said.

Good. Cause I needed a breather too.

I hadn’t come and my hard dick was impalingthe mattress under me. But I didn’t care. I didn’t need anythingfrom Kieran.

“I need to use the bathroom.”

Right, because I was acting like a babymonkey clinging to him. I rolled over onto the bed as he got outnot caring that he was naked and looking like some sort of god. Allthat ripped body. I didn’t even feel weird. He wasn’t a girl, withsoft curves and tits. He had muscle, strong and smooth, all over.And I still felt horny as fuck for him.

I didn’t even want to think of what thatmeant right now.

I heard the water running for a few minutesand wondered if I should join him. I didn’t move. Unsure where hishead was at. I knew he was still uncomfortable with all this, and Ididn’t want him to threaten me with bodily harm if I asked himabout it. That would totally kill the mood.

What didn’t kill the mood was when he walkedout of the bathroom with a heightened sense of urgency. His eyesdeep and dark. Without a word, he crawled on top of me and kissedme. A deep, filthy kiss. He must’ve tasted himself on my tongue anddidn’t care. He kept sucking it as if wanting a part of what he’dgiven me. I moaned into his mouth, pulling him closer, my harderection on his stomach.

We kissed. A lot. For a long time. This timeI touched him everywhere. I had never been interested in anal play.At least until now. With Kieran. I wanted him to teach meeverything.

“You’re going to fuck me now,” he breathedinto my ear. “Do exactly as I say.”

My cock grew painfully harder, leaking athis words and I nodded.

He dropped on his back and spread open histhighs. The man looked so perfect. A marble statue of one of thegods on campus. My eyes trailed his lean torso down to hishalf-hard cock, the dark hair in his groin, his pale balls and hisass. He didn’t have to instruct me much. I knew what to do, notthat I’d ever seen porn, but it wasn’t that different from fuckinga girl in the ass. I used the lube and rimmed his hole with myfinger. His breath hitched, his stomach clenched.

“Just relax,” I said, and planted a kissjust under his navel at the thin scar there. I ran my nose alongit. “What happened here?” I asked, as I pressed my finger deeperinside of him.

“Don’t, Tomás. Please don’t ask.”

The way he pleadingly said it made me wantto make him forget everything bad that happened to him. I wanted tomake him feel so good.

I nuzzled his groin. I liked dick. I likedhis dick. He smelled of clean soap and musk. I pushed my fingeragainst the tight ring of muscle to the first knuckle, stretchinghim. “Do you need a safe word?” I asked, watching entranced as Islipped a second finger inside. He was so tight, so fuckinghot.

“No,” he gritted out.

“Does it feel weird?” Okay, I knew Ishouldn’t be talking, but my brain wouldn’t stop driving questionsthrough me. “Have you ever done this before?”

“No, Fuck, Tomás.” He clutched onto the bedsheets, his dick straight up, leaking. I leaned in and licked hisslit tasting the forbidden desire on my tongue. I pushed deeperinside of him, crooked my finger and his pleasure grew louder,deeper, chaotic. Pearls of cum continued to drip from his dick.

He wasn’t going to last.

I leaned in to lick again.

“Jesus Christ,” he grumbled and cupped myface, pulled me up, and kissed me. I had to quickly balance myselfover him or crush him. The desperation of his mouth on mine washeaven, his tongue so demanding. I gave him everything he wantedwhile thrusting my hips into his hard length. “Stop talking andfuck me.”

Well, hell, I could do that.

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