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The animals surround him, fighting for a bite, and I walk out when the bed topples over and every piece of him is covered by a hungry mouth. Nothing will be left behind, and once I cross the main entrance and step out into the warm night sky, those horror-filled screams of his disappear.
Tonight confirmed what we already knew.
It also cements my worry for Amberlyn and the life she’ll have with me.
I can’t allow her to be hurt.
“Placido Rodriguez has no idea how dangerous a man like me can truly be.”
3
“STAYING away is an impossibility.”
Using my copy of her house key, I walk in and only pause long enough inside the entryway to remove my clothing. Every single article is tossed aside like the nuisance it is, my boxer briefs holding the proof of my need for her in the few drops of pre-come that have slipped from the angry tip.
I’m hard for her. Always am.
I’ve been away for too long.
Cock in hand, I walk to her room at the end of the hall like the asshole I’ve become. Her door is open, a habit of hers from my late-night visits, and I kick it closed as gently as possible in my state. It’s been four days since I’ve seen her. Too many, and I know this sensation—the feigning crawling under my skin—will only get worse when I move to Cuba.
Our expiration date is close, and she’ll hate me soon enough.
I have no other choice, but first, I’ll rid Miami of every cabron who’s a threat to her safety, moves I’ve already put into motion.
After yesterday’s incident with Ortega and then leaving instructions with the crew there, I flew right back onto American soil. Then made one small stop. Some people need motivation, and the proof of our talk is more than likely on my shirt or pants; a single punch broke his nose, and the idiot was a bleeder.
However, all other thoughts die when my eyes find her lithe body atop the bed, face down and with a strewn sheet across her ass and upper thighs. She’s bare underneath that sheet; I know this just as I know she’s already slick between her thighs.
“Motherfuck,” I groan, voice low, yet she sighs in her sleep as if she’s heard me. There’s also the way she lifts one knee, further opening herself to me. Gifting me access to what I need to satiate our hunger—that primal fucking need for each other.
Amberlyn can’t fall asleep without coming first, and I suffer when it’s not around my cock.
She’s a restless nymph with an appetite that rivals my own, and I live to see those light brown eyes roll back and her lips part in a seductive gasp—the feel of those thighs trembling around my hips and the sweet way she digs her fingernails into my back, leaving her mark behind.
Then, there are her toys for the days I’m not around. They range from the simple to light bondage—from intense to hours of teasing—and yet her favorite is the replica of my cock we made together two years ago. What started off as a joke, a teasing birthday gift, became a badge of pride for me.
Her desire for me makes me feel like a god.
Her need gives my life a purpose I didn’t know had been missing.
Leaving you here is going to be so hard, sweetheart. My eyes adjust to the dark, the only source of light coming from the half-closed blinds. They give me just enough illumination to find her wand a few inches from her sleeping form, and I bite my lip. There’s no doubt her pussy is wet and wanting. My favorite dessert. Fuck, she’s perfect.
Taking the few short steps between us, I pause beside her nightstand and turn the bedside lamp on to the lowest setting. It’s just bright enough for me to appreciate her beauty without waking her, and I walk back to the end of the bed and place a knee on it, and then the other. The mattress dips under my weight and then settles, slightly shifting as I crawl over her soft skin while removing the thin sheet. I’m careful and keep every touch lingering, maintaining most of my weight off while I enjoy the view beneath me.
She’s soft, tan skin and long dark hair with bright scarlet highlights. Red has always been her signature style, from the fire-engine tones she used in her teens, to the now jet-black strands with delicate pieces in a lighter devilish shade that frame her delicate face.
The contrast suits her, even if I miss the way it looked in high school.
At least she keeps it long and wears it loose just the way I like it.
I reach out and grab the end of one loose curl and twirl it around a finger. “One day, I’ll make everything up to you.” It’s my endless vow each time I come to her in the dead of night, the blood of an enemy still fresh on my skin. Not that she’ll push me away. Instead, she loves me harder and then helps me wash away my sins. “My beautiful little sirenita.”
I’ve kept my little mermaid a secret all these years.
The first time I kissed her was a week before Thiago turned himself in to the authorities, and I used her crush to our advantage. The first time I made her mine was on the anniversary of his imprisonment when she came to me, tried to make me feel better when my own guilt threatened to drown me, and I’ve never been able to put a stop to this affair.
Amberlyn has become my only. I won’t touch another woman.
