Page 9 of The Slayer
It felt like she was in that place forever, right on the edge of oblivion, her entire body tight and fighting for something she hadn’t really understood until now. He didn’t give her more, but he didn’t give her less either, just kept licking and sucking until she was panting and sweaty and wild beneath him.
Then he touched her again, breaching her with not one, but two fingers, stretching her so much it almost hurt. Almost. Instead the ache of being filled like that felt amazing.
Too amazing.
The ecstasy exploded around her without warning. She cried out and started shivering from the wild, furious storm of pleasure that swept her up, radiating out from her center and flooding into her arms and legs a thousand times stronger than anything she’d imagined. She didn’t know what she said. She didn’t know what she sounded like. All she could do was feel the way every ounce of tension she had carried around with her for the whole of her adult life fell out of her when the tidal wave of ecstasy started to wane.
Then it was too much, but Chuito seemed to know that and kissed her hip bone instead. He crawled over her, licking and nipping his way back up her body, leaving little shimmers of bliss in his wake like afterthoughts.
Alaine’s eyelids felt heavy, but she blinked up at him when she felt him staring down at her. She licked her lips when she saw the dark look in his eyes, so very different from how she felt. Everything about him seemed to vibrate with a rough, untamed tempest of something harsh and too difficult for her hazed mind to understand so soon afterward.
Chuito caressed her bottom lip with his thumb, and she noticed his hands were shaking, reminding her of a long-ago gangster who had shown up in Garnet, angry and homesick, but with a core of raw power so tangible she could almost taste it when he was in the room.
“You’re not broken, mami.” His voice was a croak of agony, but he leaned down and kissed her anyway.
Then Chuito pushed away before she could grab him, before she could even make her arms or legs know how to start working again. He was out the door before she could find a way to complain.
All she could do was lick her lips, tasting herself on them. The taste he left there. In the distance she heard his door slam shut, making it clear he wasn’t going to let her in.
Chapter Three
Chuito locked the door after he slammed it; then he stood there looking at it. His hands were sweaty and shaking. His cock was rock hard and aching. He actually felt dizzy with the wild rush of lust throbbing at his temples.
Out of necessity he rested his palms on either side of the door frame and took a deep breath. Everything in him was wound tight, like he was right before a fight…or a hit.
He clung to that thought, remembering every motherfucker he had killed in the name of revenge. It went against everything in him to feel guilty for the sins. Each one had a reason. Each one brought a crazy sort of satisfaction that few would understand. He didn’t regret his choices, but that didn’t mean he was supposed to be messing with a woman like Alaine.
Their worlds should have never collided, but they had. Now what the fuck was he supposed to do? Five years into this friendship and it didn’t get easier. It just got more complicated, and was made even worse because Alaine never understood any of the reasons Chuito had for pushing her away.
Shethoughtshe did, but she had no fucking idea how much blood was on his hands. She never had a clue just how in deep he was with gangster life when he was younger.
More so, she didn’t know how in deep he wasright now.
God, he really wished she hadn’t dropped the bomb about losing her virginity. Until an hour ago, that had been his number-one reason for pushing her away. He wasn’t going to be the one to hurt her.
He hadn’t been able to sleep with virgins when he was fifteen.
He sure couldn’t do it now.
Just thinking about it with Alaine made the fear so overwhelming he had wanted to puke, and that could kill any hard-on. He had loved her for a long time. He had wanted her longer than that, but he had always believed there was some preppy fucker driving a Corolla and wearing penny loafers destined to take her innocence. He’d been right too, but the rest didn’t go according to plan. She and the preppy fucker were supposed to get married, buy a dog, and have a few kids so Alaine could retire without ever knowing what it was like to live how Chuito had lived.
Now she had just obliterated the last of his resistance with those dumb motherfuckers who didn’t even have the decency to take care of business and do it right, leaving her alone and curious and still hopelessly in love with a gangster instead.
Chuito needed to figure out a new mind game to play with himself, because a part of him was starting to reason that if the deed was done, there was nothing to stop her from toying with a gangster for a little bit.
Then she could find the guy with the penny loafers and the Corolla.
He needed to build up new walls to protect her, but first he needed more tequila.
So much more tequila.
He probably needed to jerk off a few times too and find his common sense hiding under the cloud of desire, but he needed tequila more. Enough of it and he wouldn’t be able to go to her no matter how badly he wanted to.
He knew because he had tested it…many times.
Self-medication had always been one of his strengths.
And one of his weaknesses.
