Head thrown back, Leticia seizes against my body, going taunt as a sharp cry falls from her lips. I milk every drop of her release, wrapping one arm around her to hold her up until the waves of her orgasm subside.
She slumps in my embrace, and I retract my fingers before sweeping her into my arms and lifting her onto the bed.
“We can’t—“ she mutters, but her words lack conviction.
Throwing the blanket aside, I lay her in the center of the bed before drawing the comforter over her still naked body. Pressing my knee to the bed, I brace one hand against the headboard and use the other to grasp her chin.
“Make no mistake, princesa, we most certainly can.”
She bites her bottom lip, drawing my gaze to her mouth. Pressing my thumb to the swollen flesh, I trail my fingers along the seam of her mouth, letting her taste the sweetness of her arousal.
“But I got what I came for tonight. We’ll discuss the rest tomorrow.”
14
LETICIA
Itoss and turn most of the night, unable to quench the insufferable throb between my legs.
God, what has he done to me?
Twenty-three years. That is how long I’ve gone without this desperate, achy feeling that consumes me. I can’t believe I used to want this. Dreamed of it, even.
The thought of desiring someone, truly, deeply wanting them with every fiber of my being, it was such a far out idea that I could hardly wrap my head around it. But if this is what it’s like—this all-consuming, visceral need—I shake my head. No, I want no part of this.
Of course, it has to be Andres. The one person who not only broke my trust but also my heart. Even if I wanted to forgive him—which I don’t—I can’t keep him.
Papá will never allow it.
A glance at the clock on the nightstand shows it's half-past eight. In the middle of the night, I retrieved the clothes from the bathroom and dressed, hoping that the barrier of fabric would keep me from remembering the feel of his touch on my skin.
It didn’t.
But at least I’m dressed while staring daggers into the heavy wooden door Andres retreated behind after giving me a third mind-blowing orgasm for the night. So, not a closet, then. But an adjoining room.
Worrying my bottom lip, I consider testing it to see if it’s locked like the other, but if it isn’t, then what do I do?
No. Better to just sit here until someone comes for me. Better to be bored than go looking for trouble. I’ve had to learn that lesson more than once as it is. Tucking my knees beneath me, I pick at a loose thread on my stolen sweatpants and ponder my next move.
I need access to a phone. By now, Maxim’s already informed my father that I was taken. If I could just get a hold of him before—
The bedroom door swings open, revealing Maria in the doorway.
“You’re awake. Good,” she says in Spanish. “Come.” Waving me forward, she turns around and heads back down the hallway. Her actions making it clear that I am expected to follow.
Jumping from the bed, I finger comb my hair as I race after her, my bare feet cold against the tiles.
“Where are we—“
“Apúrale!” Hurry up.
Snapping my lips together, I hasten my steps, following her around the U-shaped house and across the open courtyard. “Aquí.” In here.
She leads me into a large kitchen where a butcher block island takes center stage. “Sit. Sit.” She mutters, giving me a nudge.
Wordlessly, I comply while my gaze wanders over the busy space. There are two other women in the room. Cooks from what I gather. Though neither one stops what they’re doing to acknowledge me. The women bustle around the space, stirring various pots and cutting a large handful of onions and peppers.
Brushing past them, Maria retrieves a bowl before setting it down before me. The spicy aroma brings an immediate whiff of familiarity, and I offer Maria my thanks as I accept the scrambled eggs mixed with chorizo. She gives me a small nod before handing me a small stack of flour tortillas wrapped in a towel, and I thank her again.
