AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“I don’t do foreplay.You were so relieved when I said that.” He chuckles, his eyes gleaming. “Toorelieved. No woman in the world enjoys sex without getting her fair share, and if there is one thing I am not, it’s selfish.”
He gives to me now, working a finger inside me. My head rears back. I’m still sore from the last time, overly tender. If he was too rough, it would hurt—knowing that puts his actual gentleness into stark relief. He eases inside of me, letting my body do the real work to coax him deeper. Everything I thought I knew about Julian Domingas is undermined by this earth-shattering experience. No one has touched me so tenderly. No one.
“I always repay my debts, Lupe. I told you that once.” He releases my hair but brings his face in closer, brushing his lips against my ear. “And I am no fool. Sex is a chore for you, isn’t it? Your heart isn’t in it. You can make yourself orgasm, but it’s greedy. Reckless. Stingy. You can separate yourself from me. There is one problem, though, Lupe. I don’t want apieceof you—”
Another finger enters me alongside the first. Another. In unison, he guides them in and out of me. Then he crooks one, and I cry out. The pleasure hits me hard, too harsh—an overdose of ecstasy, but only a mere taste of what I know him to be capable of.
“I will haveallof you. Tell me now if that isn’t on the table.”
It isn’t. It shouldn’t be. I sold my soul to someone once and swore never to do so again.
“No,” I start to say, but somewhere in the process of forcing the answer from my throat, he moves those fingers again. They spread apart. Curl together. Press against my inner walls and strain the muscles eager to clamp down over them.
Dios mío.I gasp for air, gaping up at the ceiling. He thinks love for Braulio is the reason why I claimed to be disinterested in foreplay, but the truth is…
I’ve never experienced it. Diego never touched me like this. He never felt me drip around his fingers. He never wanted me willing.
And he never took my natural responses as a challenge.
“Look at me… Look.” Jaguar wraps his hand around my neck slowly, letting me adjust to the weight of every last finger. If he squeezed until my eyes bulged, I could interpret the gesture for what it must be—a threat. Instead, he cradles my throat like a living, breathing, necklace. Or a collar.
“Braulio fucked you senseless, but I want more than your pretty moans and gushing orgasms.” He takes me with him as he walks backward, steering me toward the desk. Then he shoves me onto it face down.
I wince as pain rips through my back, but it’s dull in comparison to what it could be—and even as I tense, his hand lands on my ass, rubbing at the flesh to soothe the sting.
“You thought you weaseled a secret out of me with the books, but you didn’t.” His hand withdraws, and heavy footsteps echo as he retreats from me. I scramble to turn, tracking his movement across the room to one of the bookshelves. He runs his finger along the spine of a leather volume and removes the book entirely, flipping it open to some random page. With his eyes on the text, he returns to me, his pace slow and deliberate. “I found you worthy of knowing that little tidbit of information, so I shared it willingly. You had the balls to call it as you saw it. I can respect that. Count yourself lucky. Few can say the same.Thatis the kind of man Julian Domingas is—” His gaze bores into me, slicing through flesh and bone. “He rewards those who refuse to lie down and die. You aren’t the little doe-eyed fool you pretend to be. No, you are every bit as fierce as my Gatita. Aren’t you?”
The desk vibrates as he tosses his book onto it, placing it within my reach.
“Now I want you to read again for me. Nice and loud.” He’s gone again before I can process the command—but he doesn’t go far. My legs are nudged apart to make way for a firm mass to step between them.
“Open it,” Jaguar commands in a tone like iron. His hands rake down my hips and cup my ass before heading lower. “I earmarked the page for you. Now, Tiena.”
Still in his grasp, I scramble for the book, too dazed to argue. He earmarked the page alright, but I realize this is no ordinary book. It’s a Bible.
“The highlighted section, read it for me,” Jaguar says—only I feel his breath on parts of me I shouldn’t. My core is on fire, the flesh raw and aching. Every word he speaks feels like fire from a blowtorch.
I writhe, straining the pages in my grasp.
“I won’t commence with our lesson until you read,” Jaguar snaps. “You should be eager to. It’s my vow to you. From this moment on, you remember every fucking word of it.”
Of what? My eyes threaten to roll at another dangerous taste of his heat—and he hasn’t even touched me. It isn’t until I finally read that I feel his fingers inching along my inner folds.
Somehow, I force out the words. With every one, I gain a disturbing understanding of what he meant. “Ask, and it will be g-given—”
“Sí.”
A moan rips out of me as delicious wet warmth engulfs me in one go. My brain can’t even process the act for what itmustbe. Only a few things in the world have those devious qualities. His tongue. His mouth. His raking, nipping teeth.
All at once, the sensation withdraws. “I told you to read,” comes a grated command.
To comply, I fight to suck in air. “Given to you…Dios mío.”
“Ask, and it shall be given to you,” he says. The next second, a stiff ridge of flesh worms its way inside me, and I lose focus of everything but screaming nerves and vicious friction. He doesn’t work me like he did with his fingers.
He devours me, inside and out, like he’s a predator and my only purpose is to be his prey.
Desperate, I paw at the surface beneath me and wind up batting the book away. When he retreats, the disappointment I feel is harrowing. My lips part. “Don’t—”
