Page 15 of Brutal Enforcer

I tried to deflect as best I could. “What do you mean? I’m not doing anything. You’re the one who barges in here whenever you like.”

His smile dropped. “It’smyhouse,conejita. I can go in any room I wantwhenI want.” Omar put the tray of food down on the dresser, his eyes never leaving my body. I tried my best to maintain the front that I hadn’t been anticipating him…but it was a losing battle, and we both knew it. “I don’t think you have any clue what it means to seduce a man.”

Heat spread across my cheeks. “I amnot—”

“You are,” he said. “Pobre conejita perdida.Pobre virgen. Asking for something that you can’t possibly handle.”

His taunting was infuriating, but the look in his eyes made my body quiver in a way it never had before. The aura of danger that radiated off him was exciting, and I throbbed between my thighs.The plan, Lyse, I reminded myself.You had a plan here. Of course, that plan was shoddy and bound not to work, but I had to trysomething.

“I’m not asking for anything,” I insisted, but even as I spoke, I squeezed my legs together to try to relieve some of that ache. Omar saw the movement, because of course he did, and his eyes filled with fire.

He crossed his arms over his chest,tskingat me. It wasn’t fair for him to be so attractive: I tried to conjure up the image of him spattered in the blood of my family, but it did nothing to calm the storm that was beginning to rage inside of me. How was I already this flustered with only his eyes on me? “What would your father say,conejita?”

His voice was deep and rough, and I realized suddenly that I’dneverwanted anyone like this in my entire life. Knowing that I would soon belong to Felix had only ever made my skin crawl. What was so different about Omar? Why did I not tremble in fear at the look he was giving me now? Why did I want him to look… to touch? Heat spread down my chest.

“You and I both know that good girls don’t act like this.”

He was calling my bluff, but I refused to back down. Taking a deep breath, I loosened my grip on the towel. “Who said I was a good girl?” I said, and let the towel drop to my feet.

For a moment, I forgot how to breathe. His dark eyes roved over me as if he’d never seen a naked woman before, and I had to fight the urge to cover myself. Why did he suddenly look even bigger than he had before? I assumed a haughty mask and ignored the flush heating up my face. I’d never been naked in front of a man before; I’d never been stared at like this before.

Omar stepped toward me, obviously expecting me to retreat, but I stood my ground. “Impresionante,” he said and reached out to touch my cheek with the tips of his fingers. My whole body was shaking, but still, I didn’t drop my gaze, and I didn’t try to dive back into the bathroom. “Has anyone ever touched you before?”

I shook my head, imagining the horror of what would happen if anyone had ever tried. “My father would have killed them and me.”

“Then why offer yourself to me like this? Don’t want to go into your wedding night completely clueless?” I shivered again, but this time it was from the disgust that rolled through my belly.Doing this will free you from him, I assured myself.Freedom twice over. It made this moment even headier: the idea that I could find a way to free myself from OmarandFelix all at once. “Do you want me to touch you,conejita? The same man who decimated your family just days ago? Really?”

His words hit like a blow. By saying yes, I would be betraying myentirefamily, and we both knew it. Betraying them in order to return to them. I felt a stinging behind my eyes and blinked it away; I tried to straighten my spine as best I could so that I looked confident in spite of the vulnerable position I was in. “Yes.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Yes, what?”

I bared my teeth at him. Damn him for making me say it. “I want you to touch me.”

Omar, moving with the grace of a predator, shoved me down onto the bed; he pinned my wrists above my head, effectively making it impossible to move. My breath caught in my throat, and I could feel my pulse rabbiting in my neck. His eyes bored into mine, and for a moment, I thought he would kiss me, but instead, he leaned down and whispered in my ear, “Have you ever touched yourself,conejita?”

I hadn’t. When Felix first came into my life, I had begged my father to send me to a nunnery. I didn’t want any part of the older man. My body ached for weeks from the punishment that he put me through. I had done all I could to divorce my mind from my body at that point, as it didn’t belong to me anyway. “No,” I admitted softly.

Omar let out a heavy breath. His lips touched my neck, surprisingly soft. I shivered at the tickle of his lips, gasping as he mapped out all of my sensitive places. He reached down and hooked his hand around my knee, drawing my thighs apart, and I whined at being so exposed. He shushed me and touched that aching place, running his fingers over my damp sex. Omar chuckled. “You’re already so wet for me.”

I didn’t know what to say to that; I hadn’t done anything on purpose...except for dropping the towel like I had. When he touched my clit, a glancing thing, like he hadn’t meant to actually put his finger there, I cried out at the sudden sensation.

“That’s the spot, huh?” He circled my clit, and I bucked against the pressure of his fingers. Omar laughed, as if I had done something amusing, and the sound shivered up my spine. “You know what feels even better?” He shifted so that he was still thumbing that sensitive bundle of nerves, but he was able to press one finger inside of me. It stretched and pinched for a moment, but then the fullness feltgood, necessary even.

I moaned, helpless under the onslaught of his touches. The slight pain of his weight on my wrists helped to ground me a little, but I was losing myself to the pleasure that speared through me. I thrust my hips into his movements, trying to ride the rhythm that he’d set. My muscles were winding tighter and tighter, and Ineededit to release. I wanted to fling myself into the overwhelming heat that was growing between my thighs.

“Omar.”

He looked at me, still smirking. “Are you going to come for me,conejita?”

Was I? I didn’t know, but something was certainly happening. Something big and overwhelming and so,sogood, and—

Omar removed his hands and let my wrists go. His weight, oppressive and welcome at once, disappeared. It felt as if he’d dumped ice-cold water over my head. “Wha—?”

His eyes were flat and cold. “If I actually wanted you, I would have taken you already.” He turned on his heel and left the room, slamming and locking the door behind him. The hot arousal that had been so all-consuming just moments before felt like spoiled milk in my stomach. I drew up my knees and held myself as sobs racked my body.

I am such an idiot.

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