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In anticipation of fear, I brace myself. Ishouldfeel it—but I don’t. Even as he grips my hips and presses me into the side of the car, I feel nothing but a lightning-quick thrill shoot down my spine.
“Can you do so again?” he asks.
I feign ignorance of the crude suggestion. “What?”
A feral smile bares his teeth in a chilling flash of ivory. “Writhe on my cock, Little Lupe. Make those sexy noises like it’s the best damn one you’ve ever felt. I must admit, I was impressed by that.” Genuine curiosity creeps into his gaze. He meant that.
And my brain goes blank. I should say something encouraging, I think—feed him the sensual lies Pedro taught me. Only I can’t remember them anymore. When my lips do part, the only sound to escape is a gasp.
Jaguar sighs. “Don’t tell me that was a one-time trick? That’s a damn shame…” His hand returns to my thigh as his fingers nudge my panties aside and sink inside me. Instantly, all logic fades.
“Oh,” he says, his voice coarse. “I guess not. You’re dripping for me, Lupe.”
He’s right. More than that. I’m reacting to him without realizing it. One touch from him, and I’m a primal animal, relying only on instinct. Spreading my legs wider to welcome him in. Bucking my hips in invitation so he can rip my panties off and slip them into his pocket.
By then, I’m already gripping the front of his slacks to hasten them down. At the back of my mind, a voice of reason screams.What are you doing, Pita?
Debasing myself for sex. Embodying the whore I pretended to be. Mere hours ago, the realization would have devastated me but now… Is it so wrong to get one small, selfish benefit out of this insane arrangement? When it comes to Julian Domingas, it’s ironic that what I initially feared has turned out to be the most enjoyable aspect of him.
I can’t breathe until I feel him inside of me. When I do, it’s heaven.
I’ve spent so long living in hell I’d forgotten what it felt like to be free of sin. Free of worry. The man fucks all sense out of me, and I can’t deny that it feels so good to forget. To moan and writhe as a stronger body slams into mine. His strength is infectious. I feel as though I could run a marathon. Sprint to California on foot. Face Diego and finally banish the ghost of him that still haunts me.
But sex with Jaguar isn’t all rainbows and unicorns. It’s violent, being pressed against the side of a car out in the open for the world to see. It’s gnashing teeth raking at my throat hard enough to draw blood. It’s a groan that revs in his chest and ripples into my ear.
“Fuck,” he hisses, describing our dynamic perfectly.
It’s twisted, mindless, animalistic need.
“Eager little Lupe,” Jaguar growls as I meet his next punishing thrust. “You mew like a little kitten for me. Convincing enough. But can you repeat that trick?”
Without warning, he lifts me up and staggers to the back of the car, placing my ass on the trunk. Between my legs, he’s massive. He takes a leg in either hand, and spreads them wider for me. Then he forces one to bend, propping it against his shoulder.
From this position, he enters me again, and the different angle heightens everything to a painful degree. His size. His firm, persistent movements.
The white-hot pleasure licking through my veins…
I’m in that hazy, dreamlike state again, on the verge of another earth-shattering feeling. It begins in my belly and crawls up my spine, tightening every muscle. My head rears back against the metal of the trunk, and I find myself staring up at him, rocking in time with every movement.
“Don’t forget,” he grates, grinding his pelvis into mine. “I want to see you do that trick. One. Last. Time.”
Like a wind-up doll, I obey his command, and writhe mindlessly on his cock, trapped in the throes of an orgasm. This one is so relentless, it terrifies me. Above my own cries, I hear him rasp, “Sí, little Lupe. Just like that.”
With a triumphant shout, he slams himself home, and I swear my orgasm begins all over again. It’s so sharp, taking on a painful edge that has me so raw his every movement burns. Then a flood of fire washes over it and acts as a soothing balm.
When I return to my senses, Jaguar still has my thigh slung over his shoulder. He presses his lips to the flesh as I watch. Whether it’s an affectionate gesture or a bold warning, I’m not sure.
“Good girl,” he praises in a throaty voice. His thumb strokes along my knee, raising more devious streaks of fire. This is affection, I think. “It seems you’ve honed your tricks to employ them on command. You are either very talented, or…”
He trails off while wrenching me into a sitting position. With a firm tug on my skirt, he pulls it into place and then retrieves my panties from his pocket, tugging them up my legs.
“Or?” I ask once fully clothed, still breathless.
“Or someone hard to predict. I don’t particularly care for the unexpected.”
Uh-Oh.I try to laugh off his thinly-veiled suspicion. “Maybe you need a woman who can give you something different from your usual harem, Jaguar?”
As he heads for the car, he says nothing.Damn it.I can sense his interest shift, and when I join him in the passenger’s seat, I decide to change the subject myself to a different topic. Business.
