Page 21 of Bad Blood
Moans and whines slip from my mouth as he continues to drive me wild with his hands. Heat pulls at my belly and tiny prickles scatter along my skin. I become empty and there’s a sudden loss when he slips his fingers out of me. There’s a clicking sound of a cap flipping open and snapping shut. Then instead of his fingers sliding back inside me, his hard, thick cock presses at my entrance. The intrusion has me biting my lip and digging my nails deeper into the tile. “Mmm.”
He pushes in deeper, pushing past my tight ring, leaving a warm, throbbing sensation when fully inside. I let my back slump against his chest and his fingers wrap around my neck, pulling it back. It forces my head to drop on his shoulder as he fucks into me rough and fast. The driven passion and lust from the way he thrust his hips forward, and the way he grabs me, is completely different from the way he fucked me last time. My walls squeeze around him, every muscle in my body tightens, and my skin runs hot.
His cock is twitching inside me, filling me with warm liquid. I smile knowing I’ll be carrying a part of him inside me even after he leaves. My own release comes in spurts, getting washed down the shower drain. He pulls out of me and I whimper from the ache and loss. I couldn’t wait to have lunch with my fiancé tomorrow while having the leftover effects of Gabriel inside of me. While I sat in that chair across from Santiago, all I would be able to focus on is the wonderful dull ache left in my ass from Gabriel’s large cock.
Gabriel presses a kiss into my hair and his lips linger there for a while. He has never kissed me before. It may have not been on the lips, but it still sent me so high, I was touching stars. It was more intimate than when he was inside of me. My gaze drops to my naked body and a rush of panic hits me when I remember my stomach is visible for him to see. All I had to do was turn away from the wall and that desire in his eyes may fade to disgust. I hug my front and quickly slide the curtain back and step out, nearly tripping on my wet feet. I don’t waste time wrapping a towel around me after yanking it off the rack. The water stops running and Gabriel’s wet feet slap against the floor. He lifts my face to reach his. “What’s wrong,mi juguete?”
“I didn’t want you to see me.”
He arches a brow. “But I’ve already seen you.”
I shake my head, water dripping down my face. “Not everywhere.”
His gaze drops to where the towel is. “What is it you don’t want me to see?”
“It doesn’t matter. You got what you came for, right? You can go now, the same way you always do.”
He swallows hard, grabbing another towel from the rack behind me. “If that’s what you want.”
The towel hangs low on his hips, and for the first time he is standing in front of me under bright lighting, almost on full display. His legs are bare and have burn scars wrapping around each limb, nearly covering every part of the skin that once was there. “You see,mi juguete, we all bear scars and imperfections. It’s the part that sets us apart from the rest of the world. They are reminders of the things we overcome, and they are the most beautiful part of us. No part of you is anything to be ashamed of.”
20
Gabriel
When Mateo pushed away from me, my heart sank in my chest. I didn’t know if this was the last time we would see each other, and I wanted to make every second count by soaking up every touch. It took me a minute to realize he was hiding something from me. I left my scars visible for him to see. I hardly ever showed my scars to anyone. I never let anyone touch me, because the very thought of someone’s fingers grazing my mauled flesh made my skin burn. I may have survived the fire, but I will forever carry a part of it with me. Every time someone got too close, the flames raised inside of me.
Something about the way his eyes couldn’t meet mine, broke something inside of me. They were no longer beaming from pleasure, but struck with fear. I took pleasure in knowing my words eased the tension in his body. If only it was enough for him to not still cling tightly to his towel. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to...I mean, I didn’t...”
“Shhh. It’s okay, little prince. There’s no need to apologize for anything.” I tuck a wet curl behind his earl. “I should get going though and it’s not because I want to. Rather that I need to before someone finds me.”
He shakes his head and follows me into his room. I pull on my clothes facing away from him to give him his privacy. When I turn back around he is climbing into his bed dressed in nothing but a tank. He lays on his stomach, naked from the waist down and my gaze falls to the indent of his lower back and the perfect curve of his ass. “No one ever comes into my room. I would like it if you stayed.”
I release a long sigh, hating how tempting his words are. I know if I stayed, I would never be able to leave. Not without taking him with me. Now wasn’t the time for Mateo to disappear. It could make things complicated for me and my brothers. “I wish I could, but It isn’t a good idea. I should have never come here to begin with.”
“You always say that.”
“I know and I should really start listening to myself. Why would you want me to stay anyway? You hardly know me.”
His lower lip slips beneath his teeth. “Because you treat me differently from everyone else and not like this fragile thing that could break at any moment. Because when you are around me, I feel more alive and free. It’s only with you that I’ve discovered my true self and buried desires. Also, I like the way you touch me and the way you look at me.”
“I can’t stay, Mateo. In fact, we should never see each other again.”
“Why?
I shake my head in disbelief. “You really aren’t like anyone else. Most people would have run away in fear after the first time. Most people would have thought it was odd that some stranger kept following them around, but not you, Mateo. Why is that?”
“Maybe, because after living with my father and knowing Santiago, nothing scares me anymore. There is nothing more fearful than what I’ve experienced being in this house. Being out there with you was my safe haven. This is the first time I’ve been able to breathe in my own home.”
“I could be this crazed killer. I could be the most dangerous man you know, leading you to your death.”
He shakes his head. “You wouldn’t have saved me so many times if you planned to kill me. You wouldn’t have killed for me. Why you’ve done these things, I don’t know, and I no longer care. No one has ever made me such a high priority the way you have.”
He’s right. I have no intention of killing him. For someone who has lost the trust in everyone around him, he still found a way to trust me when he shouldn’t. I need to tell him, but what good would it do telling him I killed people for a living and he was next on the list. I doubt he would trust me then. He had this dreamy look on his face and his eyes were glowing. I wasn’t ready for him to stop looking at me that way. “You should really start locking your door. You never know when you’ll accidently let the wrong person in.”
He shakes his head. “But so far only the right person has come through those doors. How else will you be able to sneak in my showers and in my bed?”
“I won’t be doing that anymore and you shouldn’t ever let your guard down for anyone.”
