Page 30 of Ava After Midnight

“Nadie te folla así. Nadie te posee como yo.”

Her whole body clenches, nails raking down my back. She shakes her head?—

“Niña mala.” I tease with a punishing stroke.

She nods, eyes rolling back.

Lightning flashes.

Thunder shakes the sky.

She screams my name.

And I fucking follow, pounding into her, grinding against her clit, making sure she’s coming as hard as I am.

Her entire body shakes. She’s gasping, ruined, wrecked.

I hold her tight, still buried inside her, keeping her close as the storm rages around us.

She pants, voice raw. “You ruined my hair.”

I grin, pushing wet curls off her face. “Vas a sobrevivir, mi amor.”

She groans, exhausted. “I hate you.”

I kiss her jaw, smirking. “Now you know,mi reina—sometimes submission isn’t given. It’s taken. And you fucking loved it.”

Chapter Nine

AVA

The rain clings to my skin, cooling in the aftermath, a stark contrast to the heat still simmering between us. My limbs feel loose, sated, the kind of exhaustion that comes from being utterly wrecked in the best possible way.

Domingo’s grip lingers at my waist, steadying me as if he knows my legs won’t hold me much longer. Slowly, he lowers me to the ground, his hands mapping the descent like he’s unwilling to break contact. My bare feet meet the wet concrete, my body still pulsing from everything we’ve done, but he doesn’t let me stay there long.

He presses one last kiss against my throat before murmuring, “Come inside before we catch a cold.”

I should move. I should get up, maybe find my dignity somewhere between the ruined dress and my shredded self-control. But I let him pull me up instead, his hands firm as he guides me inside, the storm’s afterglow following us in.

He pulls me inside, the warmth of the room wrapping around us, thick with humidity and the lingering scent of rain. My body feels boneless, every muscle loose from pleasure and exhaustion, but he doesn’t let me stop moving. Strong arms guide methrough the space, his presence a steady force against my back as we stumble toward the bedroom.

I stretch, groaning as my muscles protest, and mutter, "I let you fuck me raw and make me a damn Twinkie, and I don’t even know if you want kids."

A low chuckle rumbles as he sinks onto the mattress beside me, pulling me with him and settling himself against my back. "If you wanted to trap me,mi reina, you should’ve asked first."

I roll over just enough to see the smirk playing at his lips. The sheets tangle beneath us, damp from where we’ve tracked in the storm, but neither of us seems to care."That’s a terrible answer."

He drags a lazy finger down my spine, tracing the curve of my hip. "You didn’t ask if I want them. Just pointed out I might’ve put one in you."

I gasp, shoving at his chest. "Domingo!"

He catches my wrist, grinning like the devil himself, then presses a kiss to my palm. "For the record, no rush. But I do like the idea of you carrying something of mine."

"Not happening," I huff, but the heat in his gaze is enough to make my stomach flip. "At least buy me dinner first."

His laugh is warm, indulgent. "Querida, I just had you for dinner."

I groan, burying my face in his chest. "I walked right into that one."

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