Page 28 of Bound to the Crime Lord

My dick twitched. All the blood rushed to my cock, hardening it.

“Manuel…” She was fighting it. Her resistance was admirable, but I was done waiting, now. I needed a taste.

I crashed my lips down onto hers with so much heat that it scorched my skin as well. I had expected an immediate pushback, but to my surprise, she melted into me. Our lips fought against each other for dominance. Neither one of us wanted to let up. We wanted to control, we wanted to take the lead and guide the other to whatever dance we saw fit.

It was fitting for the both of us to want to outdo the other.

Weeks of this cat-and-mouse game unleashed into that one kiss. There was nothing soft and gentle about it. It was jagged, violent, and hungry.

We practically clawed at each other, trying to bring our bodies closer. There was nothing quite like her. She was all things sacred and forbidden, and I wanted it all.

I bit down on her lips, seeking access so I could plunge my tongue down her throat. But instead of deepening this moment, Juliette pushed me away from her hard, making me stumble a few steps back.

Without warning her palm connected with my cheek as a resounding smack moved throughout the entire study. My head jerked to the side from the impact, my cheek taking in the sting of the slap.

Before I could even collect myself, Juliette stormed out of the room in a hurry, leaving me completely and utterly flabbergasted.

My lips were swollen from our kiss, my cock was hard from her taste, and my cheek stung from her slap. I should have been angry that she had dared to touch me in such a way, but I found myself intrigued and in need of more of her.

I knew that a taste would simply not be enough to quell the hunger I had now. I had awakened a beast, and he wanted nothing more than to take Juliette Ballard and brand her as his.

The games were in full swing, and it looked like I had some ground to make up.

Chapter Thirteen

Manuel POV

Ipushed my cock into her wet pussy and began my steady rhythm. Linda pushed her plump ass against me while she moaned in pleasure as I continued to fill her.

Linda was on all fours as I fucked her from behind, in an attempt to rid my mind of all the troubles that had been plaguing me for the past two weeks.

“Yes, Manuel. Oh God yes, fuck me!” She was putting on quite the show for me, but it did nothing for my arousal. All I could think about was that damn woman’s lips. The sweetness of her kiss, the searing nature of her lips.

I pounded harder into Linda’s pussy, doing my best to push that woman out of my brain.

“Yes, Manuel!”

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to rid the blue from my mind, but no matter how hard I pushed into Linda’s pussy, her image seared itself deeper and deeper in my mind.

It was her hands that I wanted clawing at my skin. It was her screams that I yearned to hear in my ear as I punished her pussy.

Why? Why was she plaguing me like this? Why could I not get her out of my mind? She was just another pussy.

But she was more than just another pussy. I knew that better than anyone. There was something about Juliette Ballard that called to me. She was a siren, and I was nothing but a helpless sailor.

Lavender and lilies. The memory of her sweet scent filled my senses. I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Fuck.” I ripped my cock from Linda’s pussy and laid on the bed.

I snapped my eyes open, looking at the ceiling as if it could cure my obsession. She was just a woman, like all the rest, and yet she had managed to subdue my mind where many others had failed. She didn’t need to use a gun or knife to get my attention. No, all she had to do was look at me like she did, and I was hooked.

“Shit.” I hissed under my breath.

Linda crawled on top of me, her hands tracing my chest up and down. She kissed my jawline slowly, peppering sweet kisses up and down my neck.

“What’s wrong, Manuel?” she whispered in that sweet voice of hers. She had perfected her craft well. She knew how to present herself in a way that would entice ordinary men. The problem was that I was no ordinary man. “You haven’t seemed yourself for some time, now.”

Her hand traveled lower to meet my hardened cock, but much to her dismay, I was flaccid. My hard-on was gone.

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