Page 70 of King of Hearts

That muscle in his jaw jumped again while his eyes stayed on the carpet.

My breathing slowed, unsure why that would matter to him. I told Mal everything…we were overdue for a conversation, so me not explaining this to her wasn’t going to work.

“She won’t tell anyone…you know that.”

He shook his head. “This is part of my life I share with no one.”

“Juan, she—”

His gaze burned through me as he turned his head to the side. “Don’t test me on this, Taylor. I won’t put my family at risk just because she’s curious and has a noble sense of justice.”

“She’s my sister,” I explained.

“And you’re my home, yet you’re leaving to go find something from that family I can’t provide you here. So, I’m asking you to just leave my family out of it.” He stepped closer to me, gently holding my chin in his massive hand. “But Taylor…” he whispered, tipping my head back until I was staring into whiskey and sunshine.Home.“This isn’t fake…we’re not fake.”

I opened my mouth to argue merely for the sake of his own future, but his lips crashed against mine in a way that promised destructive and toxic methods of punishment, methods that involved red handprints across my ass and rope burns on my wrists.

His tongue delved into my mouth; his hand went to my hip, holding me in place. Warm fingers brushed across my neck and through the open collar of my shirt until he was palming my breast through my bra.

I let out a moan as he deepened the kiss, moving the hand at my hip up under the hem of my shirt and around my back. The cadence of him marking me was a song I wanted to dance to in the dark. It was beauty and pain, everything we both wanted but could never have. I wrapped my arms around his neck to keep him closer. The thought of losing him was too much to bear, regardless of how impractical and useless it was. Juan would be ripped from me regardless, this much I knew.

Juan broke the kiss, moving his lips to the shell of my ear, muttering, “I want to fuck you. Do you have any idea how many times I have pictured you bent over this desk?” He added pressure in the form of a tight squeeze to my breast, but the space between my legs was where I needed the weight. “I know I can’t yet, but hear me, Taylor: I will fuck you on it at some point.”

God, I was on fire. Clawing at his shirt, I lifted my hips as much as my stomach would allow and removed the space between us. Finally, one of his hands fell away from my chest and moved lower until he was flicking the button on my denim.

“Again with these fucking shorts.” He lowered himself until his face was even with the molten space between my thighs. I stayed perched against the desk while he worked the button and slid the fabric down.

His face tipped back, locking eyes with me while I stepped out of the material and kicked it across the room.

The man kneeling before me didn’t waste time. My leg was gently lifted, going over his shoulder as my palms landed behind me for balance. His hot tongue pushed through my folds and he emitted a low groan.

He acted like I was the sweetest-tasting thing on earth, especially as he sucked my clit into his mouth and brought his other hand up to work two fingers into me.

“God, yes.” I tossed my head back, moaning while grinding against his face.

It was when he slowed down, removing his face but keeping his fingers there that I nearly burst apart.

“Look how wet you are for me,” he mumbled, watching my sex while his fingers pushed apart my pussy lips. One finger went in, and then out, then two went to my clit and began rubbing in slow circles. “I’m going to ruin your cunt, baby. When I can, I’m going to fucking ruin you.”

He continued to play with me, watching while his fingers moved up and down my slit, separating my folds, rubbing my clit. Every now and then he’d bring his fingers to his mouth and suck before returning them.

My hips bucked, begging for pressure and friction, all while I moaned and begged him to fill me. Subconsciously I knew the men could hear us, knew his mother was somewhere outside those doors, but I didn’t care.

“Juan, I need you to stop playing and fuck me.”

He leaned forward and pulled my clit with his teeth, pinching it with just the smallest amount of pressure before sliding his wet tongue through my arousal once more.

I begged him, tears lining my eyes with how badly I needed him. “Please, Juan.”

Suddenly, he stood, laying a kiss on my mouth, moving that same tongue that was in my most private place through my mouth, devouring me, owning me.

“Come here.” He pulled my hand until I was stumbling away from the desk. He moved the chair positioned behind us until it was spun and placed with the back against the desk. “Put one leg on the floor and your knee on the cushion here while your hands hold on to the back.”

I did as he said on trembling legs, leaning forward, using the cushion of the chair to support my weight. I couldn’t see Juan, so I had no idea what he was doing, but suddenly he was there behind me, touching my ass, running his hands over the bared skin.

“So fucking perfect for me,” he whispered.

I didn’t have time to respond. He was moving the leg I had on the floor back, and I felt the tip of his cock pushing at my entrance. I wanted to see him fill me, see the throbbing veins on his impressive length disappear inside me. I closed my eyes as he slid further, moving so slowly I almost screamed.

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