Page 23 of What She Wants

Marín’s lips cover mine, pulling me into his insanity with him. He tastes like sweetened strawberries. I moan despite myself because he sucks on my tongue like I’m the flavored one. All the desire I tried to fight floods my system and the memory of how he feels inside of me rides in right behind it.

Angry, I nip his bottom lip because it annoys me that he makes me feel capable of craving him and his touch. I should have simply walked out once Markos told me he’s been married since the birth of Christ. The press would have died down by now I would not be involved with Dr. Hottie if I just minded my own business.

My nip does the opposite of stopping his sensual attack, it just made him hotter. I know I’ve folded when he pushes me back with no resistance. No man has ever made me want to come back for third and fourths.

His hard chest flexes under my palms and his pajama bottoms tickle my inner thighs when he slides between my legs. I know where this is headed but damn I don’t want to stop. I’m in trouble because his kisses alone makes my pussy throb.

Marín’s erection pokes me as a prelude to the main event. His beard arouses my skin as he trails kisses down my neck. My body aches for what only he can give and he knows it. Deldado is a damn tease who assaults my senses and leaves me confused. His hand snakes between us and I arch my back when I feel his thumb slip under the triangle of my panties. One slight flick of his thumb pulls a gasp and a shutter out of me.

My eyes drift closed and I just allow myself to experience his expertise. The tip of his dick stretches me; a pleasured huff from him vibrates my sink as he sinks all the way inside of me.

The feeling of taking him raw never gets old. He's the only crazy man who insists on taking me this way and some insane part of me lets him.

“Stop going raw,” I whine just before I shiver from the feeling of him moving inside of me.

“I just told you I want kids, wife.”

His whispered statement sounds good. No, too good. It’s enough to make me remember that I’m at his place with my legs open and still somewhat engaged. My eyes pop open but only remind me just how beautiful he is to me.

Marín strokes into me and it feels different every time. He’s taking over and I hate that he’s doing it almost effortlessly. He clasps my jaw and I have no choice to look into those mesmerizing green eyes again.

“Why are you like this,” I whine.

“Like what.” It’s so hot the way his accent is more pronounced when he’s aroused.

“Taking what’s not offered.”

He pushes himself back and his dick slides halfway out. Marín pushes his hands on my inner thigh to keep them from wrapping around his waist.

“Are you saying you don’t want it?”

I feel like there’s no right answer. He's going to react no matter what I say.

“Yes,” I confirm, stubbornly.

Delgado nods slowly. “Okay.” He pulls out completely, repositions my skirt, and climbs off the couch. “Well, you can go. You know, U2 and all.”

“It’s Me Too,” I correct although I want him to finish what he started.

Instead, he tucks his still hard dick back into his pants. “Well, allowMetoshow you the fastest way to get the fuck out.”

Shocked, I move towards the door until I remember who the hell I am. He has some fucking nerve. My temper flares since being nice wasn’t working for me anyway.

“Dammit, Marín!” I start, turning abruptly. I poke him on his bare chest as I speak. “You need to act like you know who I am. I’m Esme LeClaire and that means something in this damn country.”

His smirk is sardonic as fuck and I know he’s going to make fun of me before he even opens his mouth. Marín moves forward, ignoring my finger on his chest and in turn forces me to move back to keep him out of my space.

“I’m Esme LeClaire,” he mocks. “AndI'mMarín Delgado. I’ve already told you, fuck your family name,princess. It takes a lot of mental toughness and determination to be a doctor, even more if you want to be the best. It’s impossible for me to be stupid and I don’t scare easily. Unless you’re going to call your dad over to fight, I suggest you stop trying to remind me who you are.”

He rants in Spanish but switches back to English as if just remembering I don’t speak Spanish, we learned French.

“I know how the hierarchy works, they somewhat modeled it after other Monarchs which means you’re not in line to sit at that table. I also know that the families with multiple children reserve the right to move outside of the birth order. In your case, you nor Karessa show any interest in being next in line but Imala does. If I cared about getting anywhere near the table, I would have tried to seduce your baby sister. No matter which way you look at it, you’re not in line.”

I want to rebut but he’s actually right. Karessa and I didn’t want the burden of trying to make black and white decisions in a world full of gray but Imala is very analytical and is therefore being groomed for the position.

“It doesn’t mean that I’m still not a high profile person that this country will side with before you. My dad doesn’t have to fight you, he can do worse without moving from his chair. I can call my security team. Even if I didn’t, I could call our military leaders on you. Want to go to jail for treason?”

“Treason, huh? That’s your play? Jail? Then you’ll look stupid for visiting me in the prison you put me in to get your fix.” My back hits the wall and he plants his palm above my head and leans into my space. “You need to remember, your dad helps run the country but my mom controls the narrative. I’m not one of your past little toys. You want to try to put me in jail and I’ll lie to the world but they’ll believe me. I’ll tell them that you’re so obsessed with me that you proposed…On. Bended. Knee. Then I’ll tell them that you got mad when I broke the engagement and you put me in jail. I’d be behind bars but neither one of us would be free.”

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