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He rubbed my face with the rough pads of his fingers. When he fisted my hair, dragging it back as far as it would go, I gasped. “Yes, it will. One way or the other.”
I closed my eyes as his heated exhale feathered whispers of sensitivity against my neck. Being lost in the man was a delicate balance, but one I’d grown to need with every aspect of my heart and soul. As he pressed his lips against my skin, he rubbed his other hand down my side, curling the material of my dress in his fingers.
“Touch me,” I whispered, the deep throb between my thighs already painful.
“Is that what you really want?”
“Mmm… Yes.”
His breathing still ragged, he slipped his hand underneath, easing his fingers under the thin elastic. The moment he delicately stroked my clit, I issued an enraptured moan.
“You’re very wet.”
“Yes.”
“You’re hungry.”
“God, yes.”
“Desperate for my cock.” He drove his tongue into the shell of my ear, the light touch driving me crazy.
“Please, yes.” Every muscle in my body constricted as my desire became uncontrollable. I clung to his arms as he thrust two fingers inside, using his thumb to tease my clit. My entire body pulsed from the intensity of tremendous need.
As lights flickered in my eyes, I let off another ragged moan.
We both suddenly stopped moving the moment my phone rang. He released his hold on my hair, allowing me to lift my head. Our eyes locked, the brief moment of anticipation unyielding.
I reached into my purse, grabbing my phone, and took a step away as I shifted my gaze to the screen.
“My God. It’s my father.”
CHAPTER 28
Navarro
Revenge was best served cold.
What I had learned over the last twenty years was that things weren’t always as they seemed. They were usually more complicated.
That’s what this felt like, whatever this was.
Righting wrongs?
Learning truths?
Satisfying rage?
Hell, I wasn’t certain at this point it even mattered.
The ruthlessness of the acts from two decades before had shaped our two families. And more if you considered that because of powerful organizations being pitted against each other, additional syndicates had been allowed to rise to power.
The deaths and destruction had continued.
We’d learned through Eduardo that the compound housing the Alcarez Cartel had been torched in the middle of the night. It would seem Fassi was tidying up loose ends.
Now Jago’s cousin was on high alert, locking down all operations until further notice. I didn’t feel bad for the man in the least.
My chest remained tight, my pulse drumming in my ears. I’d felt the same way since Fallon and I had boarded the jet to Barcelona. She’d been so quiet, solemn in her understanding and even respect for her father after learning he’d been forced into servitude to a man who’d nearly destroyed our families.
