Page 37 of Bound to the Crime Lord

“Only a handful of times.” His smile widened. Our gazes deepened, and the mood shifted yet again, the smile slipping from his lips to give way to the heat and desire that had kissed every inch of his face.

“What?”

“You are remarkable, Juliette Ballard.”

I had been called many things in life, but remarkable had never been one of them. To hear that word uttered from his lips and directed at me meant more than he would ever know. I leaned upward and pressed my lips to his. The kiss could not have lasted more than a few measly seconds, but the power and fire behind it were encapsulating.

It moved something within me, in the deepest parts of my foundation. I could feel the protective wall around myself creating hairline fractures. Too tiny to be seen at first, but once they lengthened and deepened in size, they could bring my entire barrier down.

I needed to be careful.

But those worries were completely disregarded when this man deepened our kiss. He stole all the sense from my mind.

He pulled away only enough to mutter one single sentence that made the consequences of tomorrow far less of a threat.

“I’m not done with you yet, Juliette.” He rolled us so I could lay beneath him before he slid between my legs.

I didn’t think I could take any more of him. I had reached my capacity, or so I had thought. My pussy purred with anticipation of feeling him inside me all over again.

Oh, this man… He was soon going to be the very death of me.

“I’m only getting started with you, Manuel.”

This was likely going to haunt me for the rest of my life. But for now, I would enjoy the delusional bliss I had found myself in.

The dryness of my throat stirred me from my sleep. I blinked my eyes open and immediately, I was hit by the throbbing pain in my head. I groaned, the ache in my head only increasing.

This was why I didn’t drink. Granted, I had been guzzling the liquor like water. But that didn’t mean that my actions were justified.

When my mind finally brought me back to reality, it was then that I felt the heavy arm that was draped over my bare waist.

Oh. My. God.

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to will my current situation away.

Memories of what I’d done the night before rammed into my mind, assaulting my brain with the recklessness I had vowed to never let myself get lost into.

I had slept with the Chicago Drug Lord.

I dared to look over my shoulder at the man who had himself pressed against my back. His long eyelashes kissed the top of his cheeks. His features were completely relaxed and free from any tension. He looked at ease for the first time since I had met him.

My eyes traced the sharp lines of his face, drinking him in. The man was gorgeous, there was no denying that. It was a lethal kind of beauty that easily made you forget the blood that stained his hands.

And yet, those same hands that had taken lives had touched me gently and caressed the lines of my body in ways that made my heart flutter.

I turned away from him. Even in his sleep, he was hypnotic.

The gentle ache of my center only confirmed all that I was seeing in my mind. My pussy had taken a pounding from him, butmy Godhad this man taken me to heaven and back again.

No. No, Juliette. There was no time for that.

I needed to get out of here before he woke up. I couldn’t bear the idea of him waking up and seeing me.

I made the first move to slip out from under his arm. I made sure to move inch by inch, as slowly as I possibly could.

For a man who had many enemies after him, he sure was a heavy sleeper. I thought that the first movement that I made would have woken him from his slumber.

I slipped out from under his arm and scootched to the end of my bed. I pressed my feet on the cold wooden floor and sat up. I heard him stir behind me and I froze.

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