Before I can react, he’s on me, pressing me back onto the mattress. I flail beneath him, wrapping my legs around his waist as I push my hips upward trying to throw him off. But my attempt seems to have the opposite effect when he pins my arms above my head. He presses himself against my core, showing me exactly what my struggle is doing to him.
I bite back a moan, though I can’t stifle the gasp that escapes me at the feel of his hardness. His fingers tighten, and now I do moan as his scent, his heat, and his strength overwhelm me. He brings his face close to mine, so close I can almost taste his lips.
“Do you want me?” he asks huskily. “Answer me,” he orders when I don’t say a word.
Every fiber of my being is screaming for him to put out this damned fire inside. “I want…” I whisper, staring at his mouth, my own going dry as all the moisture seems to gather in my core. “I want…”
“Do you want me? Dammit, Sonia. Tell me!”
“Why?!” A sob bursts from me and I turn from him. “What I want is for you to leave me alone.”
He rolls off but remains beside me. “I killed a man in front of you, and for that, I’m sorry. But he had to die.”
“Who the fuck made you judge and executioner of anyone?” I sit up, rubbing my wrists as I glare at him.
“A lawless world that cares more about politicians and their money than innocent lives, that’s who. The good guys do nothing, so it’s up to the Devil to send the monsters that deserve it to hell. Do you want to know why I did it?”
“No.”
“Too bad, because I’m going to tell you anyway. His name was Jose Garza. He sold three young girls who were later found raped and murdered in Juarez. I attempted to intercept that sale but was too late to save them. I did, however, find Garza. He was here because I wanted information from him.”
Horrified, I say, “Did he tell you anything?”
“He squealed like the pig he was. But he still had to pay for what he did. A bullet to the head was a fucking mercy kill. He deserved worse.”
I agree with him that a man like Garza deserves far worse. But the feel of his blood soaking through my clothes is still too fresh in my mind. So I say nothing.
Letting out a breath, he runs his palm over his face. “I’m going out.”
“Where are you going?” I ask, unable to stop myself.
“Being your villain is wearing me down.” He gives me a tired smile. “I need a break too.”
“What time will you be back?”
“I’m not sure. Late.” He shrugs. “Tomorrow maybe.”
“Tomorrow?! Where are you planning on sleeping?”
“Does it matter? It’s not like you want me warmingyourbed anyway.” I don’t like the way he says it, putting too much emphasis onyour.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I demand. “What other bed would you be warming?”
His slight smile turns into a downright grin and he arches a brow. “No one’s,princesa. Have a good night.” And with that, he leaves me staring after him with a new sense of dread in the pit of my stomach.