Page 86 of The Slayer
Because fuck it, heneededher.
Like air, like water, like something that would make him sick as hell if he didn’t have it. It was a requirement to keep living, and it made zero difference that last week he had been fine without it.
It was as if the prison cell had just opened, and he walked back into a world he had left behind, one that felt foreign and familiar at the same time. He could practically feel the pulse of a long-dormant gangster filling his veins.
There had never been half of anything for Chuito.
Either he was in prison or he wasn’t.
Last night he had been deliberate and closed off out of necessity. This time he was mindless, because being with Alaine was the only thing that stopped the constant stream of thoughts and worries in his mind. He wanted to steal as much as he could from her.
To wring the pleasure out until there was nothing left.
Chuito was, at heart, a thief.
He liked taking things that were never supposed to be his.
He pulled back to tug his shirt off. Rather than shove him away like she should if she had any semblance of self-preservation, Alaine just slipped her blouse off her shoulders and then reached for him, wrapping her hands around the base of his neck. She pulled him down and captured his lips to push her tongue into his mouth, bold and powerful, just the way he liked it.
Somehow, Alaine had caught up to him without his permission.
Now they were both fucked.
’Cause his willpower was exactly zero when she was kissing him like that, trying to steal from him everything he wanted to take from her. This wasn’t the blushing nineteen-year-old he had decided to stay away from because he cared for her. This was a lawyer, a woman who went after what she wanted with everything in her.
He felt the realization sinking in, pinpointing in his mind the precise moment he could look back to and see where everything went wrong. When they skidded off the tracks and crashed together rather than letting her stay in the slow lane of life that was her birthright.
She took rather than run away.
She went after the pleasure instead of listening to common sense.
Greedy.
Hungry.
Kissing him and digging her nails into his shoulders hard enough to break skin, because it felt good and it was easier than denying herself.
She kissed him like a criminal.
And he fucking loved it.
Somehow they managed to undo her bra, and the two of them moaned into each other’s mouths at the feel of her tits against his bare chest.
Alaine was the one who fought to get her skirt off.
Chuito was the one who ripped off her panties after she did.
Then she was naked under him, pushing his head down, offering up pale, pert tits that were begging to be sucked on, and he did it, completely indulgent.
He didn’t just get drunk on her.
He got totally fucking high off her.
Blitzed out of his mind as he moved down her body, sucking and biting because she marked so nicely, and he was one of those pendejos who liked seeing it.
She spread her legs, putting her feet on the edge of the bed frame like she had in her bedroom the night before, making the invitation blatant. She didn’t have to ask. Chuito fell down on his knees, because he had been hard as a rock since tasting her for the first time.
She was wet enough to leave his fingers slick as he opened her wide and dragged his tongue over the length of her pussy.
