Page 65 of Untouchable

“Why?” I glare at him, trying to understand the pained look in his eyes.

“Be–becauseyousaid this couldn’t happen. That’s why. I—” I stop, looking out my bedroom door.

“They went out for some things.” He nods towards the stairs, letting me know Mikey and Bodine are gone, so I don’t bother lowering my voice.

“I practically beg you to kiss me and you tell me you can’t, because of your loyalty to my father, and as much as I wanted to be upset about that, I understood. I have given you that space and respected that boundary, have I not?” His jaw ticks but he says nothing. “I mean, it’s only been a day so maybe it’s not clear to you yet that I fully intend to keep my word, but I willnotbe toyed with?—”

His hands land at both of my sides on the counter behind me, forming a human cage around me. “I have no intentions of toying with you, Katarina. You want to play truth or dare, fine. Truth; I hate that boundary. Every second that I’m around you, I question whether or not the reasons I’ve told myself it’s there for are even worth it. Truth; you fascinate me, and I would love nothing more than to get to know you better. To pick apart that mind of yours, and explore the body I’ve deemed forbidden.” The body in question completely ignites from thosewords. “Truth; when you brought that guy to his knees in the bar tonight, all I wanted was to drop to mine and beg you to forget everything I’d said and allow me to fulfill that dare.”

I scoff at the very thought. “As if you’d ever beg for anything.”

The hungry look in his eye causes my nipples to harden and when he leans in to whisper in my ear I have to tell myself not to make a sound. “Would you like me to show you how I beg, Little Reaper?”

My body is humming with anticipation. “I dare you.” He drops to his knees and as I look down at him, all I can hear is my heart thrumming in my ears. The mighty Ace Hernández is on his knees, forme. His movements are quick as he reaches for the button on my leather shorts, but I reach down, grab his face in my hand, and tilt his head back.

“Sácame de mi miseria.”

My breath catches. “What?” My voice is unable to form anything more than a whisper.

“Put me out of my misery, Katarina.” I release him, but his eyes stay on me, and I realize he’s waiting for my permission. I shake my head and he has my shorts and thong at my ankles in seconds. He hooks his arms around my thighs, hoisting them over his shoulders, causing me to plant my hands on the counter behind me. Then, without the slightest warning, he starts tobeg. His moans fill my ears and his fingertips dig deeper into my thighs. My nails scratch the marble surface of the bathroom sink, and his mouth makes me feel things I’ve only ever imagined. My cheeks are flaming and my hips press into him, doing a little begging of their own for him not to stop.

“Serás mi muerte.”His lips brush against my clit as he speaks, and it only edges me more. I let out a moan when he sucks me into his mouth, then he kisses me before making little circles that have my whole body tensing.

“Ace…” He stays exactly where I need him, but adds just the right amount of pressure and speed to send me over the edge. The downright feral moan he lets out as I come with my legs wrapped around his head, makes me smile. Then he stands up, takes my face in both of his hands, and claims me with his lips—and the only thing on my mind is wondering what’s going through his.

CHAPTER 35

Ace

“AS YOU WERE…”

Iwould beg for her every day of my life if she allowed it.

The taste of her is better than any drink ever poured, and though I have no personal experience with drugs, I imagine Katarina is better than any of those as well. Her moans, the way her breath would pick up when I would hit a spot she liked, the way her hips pressed into me, her grip around my head when she came for me. I thought the taste of her pussy was sweet, but her tongue on mine is even sweeter. Soft strokes and smooth lips, as hungry for me as I am for her. My fingers glide through her hair, pulling her head back as I move to kiss along her neck, breathing in the scent ofher. She doesn’t smell like any perfume or body wash tonight, she smells likeKatarina, and that’s the most intoxicating thing of all. I can’t get enough of her. I need more, and I only hope she’s willing to give it to me.

I reach around her back and pull the zipper of her top down until I feel it fall completely open. I step away from her, sliding the skinny straps down her arms until she finally lets it fall to the ground. She stands bare in front of me, all long legs, tanned skin, perky breasts, and those damn combat boots.

“Stop looking at me like that,” she says, bringing my eyes up to her face. Her cheeks are red and I see her hands move to coverherself. I reach out and stop her, bringing her hand to my lips, and kissing the back of her hand.

“I’m afraid I’ll never be able to look at you any other way now, Little Reaper. You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Every inch of you.”

She scoffs bashfully. “You haven’t seen every inch of me.”

“Not yet. Turn around.” I pull her away from the counter and motion for her to turn. She spins around, giving me a full, unobstructed view of her backside, and as I expected, it’s as perfect as the rest of her. Flawless skin, curves that make me weak, an ass I want to sink my teeth into. She stops when she’s facing the mirror, and when I meet her gaze in the reflection, she bites her lip nervously. My cock throbs beneath my jeans, wet with precum from the taste and sight of her. I press firmly on myself, trying to relieve some of the pain, but she sees me, and her lips part.

“Did you enjoy yourself, Katarina?” I ask, moving closer behind her.

“Was that not obvious?” Her eyes fall to the sink and I reach around her, bringing my hand to her neck and her eyes back to mine.

“I never want to assume that I’ve done well at bringing you pleasure. So, tell me. Did you enjoy the way I begged for you?” I feel her swallow against my hand and my dick throbs.

“Yes, I did.”

“Do you want more?” I wrap my other arm around her waist, pulling her back flush to my front.

“Do I have to beg?”

I press my lips to her temple. “Mmm. Would you beg for me, Reaper?” I watch as her nipples harden, and I’d do anything to know if her inner walls tightened around nothing as well. Desperate for me to fill her.

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