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The first thrust of his hips forced my mouth wide, and as it did, his hand slid down from my jaw to my neck. He gripped me tightly, choking me as he began to thrust in earnest. I struggled to breathe as he held me firm, used me, brutalized my neck and mouth simultaneously. The thrill of the danger this presented was erotic. My entire body felt like I’d been drenched in flames. I couldn’t breathe, but I didn’t need to.

Every move brought delicious ecstasy.

When I couldn’t take the lack of air, my hand grasped for his wrist, squeezing. A warning and a plea both. But he didn’t relent.

“You can take it,” he ordered.

And even though I couldn’t breathe, even though his cock and hand were choking me, even though my body and head were starting to feelheavy, I wanted to prove that I could take it.

His cutting gaze was as brutal as his thrusts, his grip unrelenting. The hard smoothness of his cock pumped in and out at a rapid rhythm. And I tried to suck for all I was worth, running my tongue against his flesh, spit slipping from the corners of my mouth as I gagged.

“Fucking filthy.” He thrust deep and my moan choked around his length. “You should see how you look, on your knees, mouth split open for me.”

I gasped against him.

His grip tightened.

“I want you to remember this moment, Lorena.”

I could have wept right then at the lack of endearment. At the threat. At the lack of air overwhelming me.

“Remember this,” he whispered, right before he came.

Jets of cum shot down my throat and I fought to swallow. His hand released my neck and his cock slid from my mouth even as his release spurt out. Miguel gripped himself in a tight fist, pumping, aiming his release against the tops of my breasts while his other hand kept a firm grasp against my head.

And I gasped for air, choking on it and his cum, swallowing as the pleasure of the moment consumed me in its entirety.

I wanted. I craved. I needed.

The warmth of his release slid over my red, fevered skin, dripping down the space between my breasts.

When the last of his release shot against me, Miguel released me and shoved his cock back into his sweats. Without him to ground me, I felt wobbly. My knees shook as I fought to push myself to a stand.

I sucked in a breath, the salty taste of him prominent against my tongue. And as soon as my back pressed against the wall for support, Miguel was on me again, touching my sensitive skin, slipping his hand into the tight band of my jeans.

It didn’t take long. Just a graze of his fingers against my clit and I was coming. My body spasmed, my vagina clenching on emptiness, desperate, needy.

My entire body was electrified. Riding the high of a moment, of a line crossed. Of something that should have never happened. And that somehow made it so much more delicious.

“Remember this moment,” Miguel repeated, pulling his hand away from me, even when I wanted it to stay. “No one will ever make you come like I do.”

Then he shoved away from me, turned, and left.

Chapter Twenty

Miguel

Myhandstorethroughmy hair but I yanked them back as quickly when the scent of Lorena’s arousal greeted me. It still burned on my fingertips, the force of her quick orgasm still shuddering through to my bones. Her mouth was all but imprinted on my cock, those huge eyes burning down to the depths of my soul.

Watching Lorena swallow me whole, choke and gag was the most erotic sight I’d ever seen before and the image would be forever imprinted in my brain.

She wanted to leave me. She wanted to run away before even giving us a chance. I knew it was because she was afraid, but I wasn’t going to let her run from all we could be. For now, I’d give her the space she desired. Fornow.

I stormed through the compound, trying to calm the racing rage that tunneled through my system. I walked blindly, breathing in and out through the nose, passing by the open door of Chema’s office when his voice called out, stopping me in my tracks.

“Migue, can you come here for a second?”

I turned on my heel, welcoming whatever distraction he’d bring me. If only so I could forget about Lorena wanting nothing to do with me.

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