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Lust..

Always the possession; the thing Jorge won. Used because her husband wanted to. Coveted for his pride.

Men around her husband desired her for their own selfish reasons or gains. Because they saw her as the perfect cartel wife, their belief they too would be a king with a queen they handpicked and demanded. Or to others because they believed her unworthy of her status after running—a traitor to break.

And yet …

“No one has ever looked at me the way you are right now,” she said, her voice almost unrecognizable to herself with the heat she found there. “I’ve never been wanted—not like this.”

“And you never wanted—until now.”

That’s why this had seemed so confusing to her. From the walk around the pool with an almost flirting, but very charming man, to the kiss in the stables had all seemed foreign to her in a way. She played a game she had never needed the rules to before now.

“Val,” he said, tone thick.

“Yeah?”

Chris leaned in close enough so if shewanted—because he had made it clear this was on her terms, she had the say—moving forward would let her capture his kiss. His lips quirked up at the edges, sexy as ever, when he told her, “Has a man never loved your body the way it deserves to be, sweetheart?”

God.

If it were possible, she felt his voice everywhere. At the apex of her thighs, in between the beats of her heart, and straight to her mind. All the parts of her attention that a single man never caught of hers before.

Chris didn’t give her the chance to respond before he added quieter, “Not with his cock—not while he’s fucking you. Just him, Val, and his hands or his mouth. Touching you with parts of his body that makes it more intimate than just his cock. Has no one done that the way you want them to—the way they should?”

She swallowed hard.

Shook her head.

“No,” she breathed.

“Fucking shame,” he muttered, arching a brow. “Can I?”

Valeria blinked, the word slipping from her mouth before she even understood she had said it because staring at him was intoxicating. “Yes.”

“Which do you want, then? My fingers, my mouth—both? Because we don’t have a lot of time, and as much as I would like to spend hours showing how you should be fucked and adored, I only have a few minutes before someone realizes we’re not out back where we should be.”

He also had a way of reminding her about reality.

Damn.

“Just …”

He leaned an inch closer. “Which one?”

Valeria moved in, too, whispering against his lips as she kissed him, “Both.”

She kissed him hard, and fast, the sharp flavor on his tongue from the rum he’d been nursing earlier blooming across her palate. His fingers drifted between her thighs, his hard lines crowding her to the mirror when he came closer. He stroked her over the line of her lace panties first, making her hips rock into his touch with each soft swipe.

“There, yeah? You want me there?” he asked, his lips ghosting over her cheek. “That’s what we need to do, Val. Wake up your pussy first, little by little, and then when you’re nice and wet from this, I will treat you like a feast.”

His words, and the way they sounded coming out of his mouth, lit up a fire inside Valeria like she had never felt before. His fingers flamed it as they worked between her thighs, now slipping under the gusset of her panties to stroke her bare flesh and the short-trimmed hair above the hood of her clit.

“Jesus,” she breathed.

Chris chuckled. “Wait, it gets better.”

She didn’t doubt it.