I cry out as an orgasm violently tears through me. My knees buckle from the onslaught of pleasure and only Andres’s firm grip on the backs of my thighs, supporting my weight, keeps me from crashing to the ground.
He sees me through my release, milking every drop of pleasure he can from me while I shatter beneath his touch, desperately clinging to him through each earth shattering wave.
Tremors wrack my body as I come down, and I blink hard through the haze of my release.
Andres withdraws his fingers from my core, smearing my release against my skin as he wraps his hands around my waist and lifts me from the table. Drawing me close to his chest, he slides my body down his own, forcing me to feel the hard planes of his muscular frame against my now sensitive breasts. When my feet touch the floor, I expect him to let go, but Andres makes no move to release me. Instead, his hold on my hips tightens.
His erection presses against my belly. A silent declaration heard loud and clear. He wants me.
Andres tucks a strand of my dark brown hair behind my ear before tipping my chin up to meet his gaze. “I’ve waited years to claim what is rightfully mine, Leticia. It’s long pastime I came to collect.”
My brows furrow, and I shake my head, not understanding the meaning of his words.
Why now? What changed?
Andres had his chance, and he threw me away like I was nothing. Worthless. Trash.
What game is he playing here?
I know Andres almost as well as I know myself. There has to be a reason he’s come back for me now, one that goes beyond rekindling things with an almost lover or childhood friend. Andres doesn’t act on impulse. He is not reckless or rash. He never makes a move he hasn’t seen through all the way to the end.
So whatever game this is, I want no part in it.
Andres takes in my apprehension with an unreadable expression on his too handsome face. No man as ruthless and cunning as he is should be this beautiful. It’s a crime in and of itself.
Cupping the side of my jaw, his thumb traces along the edge of my cheek in a tender caress, but his next words stifle any warmth his touch might have elicited, instead shooting spears of ice into my body.
“You’re my recompense, Leticia.Bienvenida a la familia.”Welcome to the family.
6
LETICIA
“Don’t touch me,” I snap, slapping his hand away from my face. “I am not yours to claim.”
Andres ignores my outburst, returning his hand back to my face, only this time, he squeezes my jaw. His grip is near bruising as he forces me to hold his gaze. “Answer me this, Letica.” His tone is laced with intrigue. “Did you miss me?”
“Not even a little.” I grind my words out between clenched teeth.
“You always were such a little liar,” he purrs.
I shove against his chest, desperate to put space between us. But pushing Andres is like trying to move a mountain.
“Fuck you,” I snap.
He ignores my outburst again and traces his thumb across my lower lip. I catch the smell of my arousal on his skin and indignation flashes through me. Without thinking of the consequences, I snap at the digit, my teeth sinking into the meaty flesh of his thumb.
Andres jerks his hand away from my mouth, releasing his grip on me.
A surprised look flickers over his face before he masks it with amusement. “Mmm. Vicious, too. I forgot about that.”
Spinning on my heels, I turn to leave, but a man I vaguely recognize steps in my path and stops me. I look up, spotting the resemblance between him and Andres almost immediately.
“Move,” I demand.
He looks over my shoulder at his brother, but doesn’t respond.
“I came back, just like I promised,” Andres says at my back.
