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His boast is what truly has unnerved me, if I feel brave enough to admit it. I can’t fathom the kind of woman Julian Domingas would deem worthy of having his child. Someone broken, I’m sure. A corrupted vessel.
“What kind of woman causes only pain to those around her?”
Not only to Franco, but Pedro. Perhaps even Tiena. After all, I’m the one who brought Diego into our lives in the first place.
“Franco might have been better off if I let you feed me to your kitty,” I tell Jaguar. “So beat me if you have to. You couldn’t make me feel any worse than I already do.”
“Beat you?” He grabs my chin, forcing me to look into his eyes. “Oh, but I never said that my punishment would result inpain, did I, chica? And I never claimed that you wouldn’t enjoy it.”
He shoves me against the wall, taking care not to put pressure on my injured side. I marvel at the small kindness, but I’m not fooled. In the shadows, his eyes glow with a playful, devious emotion I can’t name.
“What was it you asked me before your trip here? Fuck you like my dream woman, and we could be ‘even.’ Do you really want to know who my dream woman should be?” He chuckles and leans in, bringing his mouth to my ear.
At the same time, he snatches fistfuls of my dress in both hands, wrenching the hem up to my waist.
“My woman is bold. She doesn’t waste her tears on silly matters that don’t concern her. Her world ends and begins in our home, and she is the only creature in the world I would trust to bear my children.”
He taunts me by dragging a finger between my legs, highlighting my lack of underwear. I gasp, hating the heat that pools automatically in response. It’s like his touch alone activates a switch that flips my body on in ways it’s never responded to anyone else.
“She would know what that means to me,” he grates against my earlobe. “To be the co-creator of my family. The guardian of my seed. She would hold her head high, knowing that she would gladly die for our children. That is what matters to me, Lupe. More than sex. More than pretty little lies. I require action. Loyalty. Honor. You give me those things…”
He enters me with a finger. Then another. I have only seconds to adjust to the intrusion before he withdraws both digits.
“You made it sound as though I expected you to lie down with me in the dirt and birth my child in Gatita’s cage. Oh no, I’d give you the world, Lupe.”
He grips my throat and nudges my hips into the proper position for him to step in between my spreading thighs.
“You’d have my world inside of you, Lupe. All of me. You’d own me in a way that your ex-lover could never claim. I don’t hurt those who belong to me. I worship them. Cherish. I will die for them. And you looked as though I’d sentenced you to death—” He strokes the wayward hair from my face. “No. I gave you a way out of the hell you’re living in. I am the only man you will ever need.”
My mind is blown by his words. My eyelids feel heavy. My heart is a swollen, frantically beating thing, and I can’t suck enough air into my lungs.
What he’s describing shouldn’t be desirable in the slightest. It’s a prison—not a beautiful fantasy. I should know better.
“It wouldn’t be all sunshine and roses,” he adds, pressing into me further while reaching between us with one hand. “It would be harrowing, at times. I am a busy man…”
The buzz of his zipper edges his words.
“And my woman, she would have her own empire to run. She’d answer to no one in the domain of our home, not even me. She’d oversee our children. My sanctuary. My goddamn soul. All right there in one house. I told myself that no woman could be worthy of such an honor. No one.”
His pants fall next—I hear their descent, a soft whisper of fabric on flesh. With my eyes locked on his, I can’t look down to see the parts of him left bare.
“Most women in my orbit are selfish creatures, chica. They scurry around, desperate for their bags and their shoes, and their pretty dresses. They would see my child as a paycheck and nothing more. My home would be a trophy. Worthless, all of them. Even those in my harem aren’t a prize to me. They are used.” He laughs at that admission, though I’d already called him out on that. He parades them like toys on a shelf, merely for display. “But you are too proud to count yourself among them. Too proud to dance at my beck and call for material things. Too damn proud. You don’t even see the respect I’ve extended to you. I don’t offer it very often.”
I feel him inside me before I’m ready. It’s a tight fit, heightened by dangerous friction. I can’t silence a gasp, but his hand clamps over my mouth, muffling the noise.
“What I wouldn’t give to have you scream for me,” he whispers. “So loud you’d make the rafters shake. You have no fucking clue how badly I want that. Crave it. I want to learn just how many different noises little Lupe can make with that magic tongue. But this is good practice, because when our children are old enough—”
He rocks into me, and my eyelids flutter. His mentioning of children makes me painfully aware of Franco in the next room, shouting innocently at his video game.
“Ahh! No, I lost again—”
“We’ll have to fuck like this while they are distracted,” Jaguar murmurs, commanding my attention. “No noises, sweetheart. No slamming your body against the wall as you take every inch of me inside you. That will be one of the few times we ever go this slow. Quiet. I’ll indulge your little fantasy to feel me, and you’ll come like a goddamn waterfall.”
I shiver at his explicit narration. I should be horrified. Not…
“God, you’re so wet,” he rasps, sounding angry at the fact. “Even a taste of me isn’t punishment to you. You take me so damn well, always so greedy for it. Greedy for me. How deep can you take me from this angle, chica? Like this.”
He bucks his hips but never hard enough to make a sound.
