Page 38 of Born Sinner
I wander around my apartment, soaking in the last moments of normalcy I have left. Sighing, I trail my hand over the white leather couch Santi cursed to hell for over an hour as he carried it up two flights of stairs. I dust my finger along the top of the flat screen TV, still hanging crooked on the wall after RJ refused to use a leveler.
All snapshots of independence soon to be a distant memory.
Stopping next to the window, I move the curtain to gaze out at the empty parking lot, when a flash of color catches my eye, causing my stomach to somersault.
A yellow Post-it Note is stuck to the glass. With a shaking hand, I tear it away and read the familiar slanted handwriting.
When the mouse strays, she gets punished. Slowly, painfully, until she begs for mercy. This time, it won’t be steel that draws it from her. The hunt is on, dulzura.
Chapter Fifteen
Lola
The pulsein my neck beats a furious rhythm.It’s him.
He was here, inside my apartment again.
But how? When?
When the mouse strays, she gets punished.
Lifting my head off the glass, I stare out the window. One that gives a perfect view of the parking lot.Right where Alex’s car was parked.
I fist my hands, the note crumpling in my damp palm as I stumble backward.
He saw us.
Common sense tells me to feel violated again. Instead, my cheeks heat with desire.
It’s exactly what you wanted…
Thoughts swirl in my head of Sam standing where I am now, watching Alex kiss me. Watching him try to undress me. Watching as I fought back, the Carrera in me surfacing like an uncaged animal.
Did it infuriate him?
Did his dick harden as he watched?
Images spin through my mind faster than I can control them. It’s sick and twisted, but I can’t stop. The more I think about him—his jaw tight, his need strong, and his hate for me, a barrel of gasoline with my taunting a lit match—the wetter I get.
I can’t breathe.
“Lola?”
I jump as my brother’s voice rumbles behind me.
“Shit!” Quickly shoving the note into my bra, I turn around, trying to mask arousal as annoyance. “Stop sneaking up on me like that!” As soon as my heart starts beating again, I shift a nervous glance back at the window. “How long had you been here before I walked in?”
“A few minutes. Why?”
No reason. Just wondering if you crossed paths with my stalker.“Never mind.” With as much dignity as possible, I walk past him toward the bedroom, when he grabs my arm. “What the hell, Santi? Do you or do you not want me to pack?”
He holds out his hand. “Give me your keys.”
“You’re kidding me, right?”
“Do I look like I’m kidding?”
No, he looks like he’s about to throw me over his shoulder and carry me back to Mexico.
