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My eyes burn as I finally trail off and Jaguar releases my hair. As he turns his back to me, I don’t care if he believes me or not. I don’t care if he intends to use this conversation against me somehow.
Even when he starts to leave the room, I don’t care.
Until he stops. Witnessing the way he pivots on his heel is much like watching a fearsome storm unfurl out of nowhere. His eyes flash akin to a lightning strike, his footsteps echoing like thunder as he advances my way too quickly to even blink—let alone run.
His hand shoots out, fisting through my hair again as he brings me into a punishing kiss. I’m forced into an awkward arch as he leans down. Pain shoots up my thigh, but I barely feel it. My sole focus is on the heat of his breath searing through me as our mouths connect—teeth first. A sound like a growl tears from me as he rakes his nails over my scalp, driving his tongue against mine. I have no choice but to relent, and he nips my lip in bruising acknowledgment.
This man triggers a reaction in me unlike anything else. I’m writhing against him, clamping my knees together as a raw heat begins to build in the pit of my belly.
“Fuck,” Jaguar rasps, pulling back, leaving me open-mouthed and panting.
The way he looks at me makes my belly flip. It’s primal. How a predator eyes its prey before going in for the killing blow. When it comes to me, he uses those calloused hands as his weapon of choice, hooking them beneath my ass to snatch me to him. In a tangle of limbs, we end up on the bed. My thigh is hiked up to his hip as he shoves me beneath him, yanking the gusset of my panties to the side. I can’t even process the moment he sinks into me.
Just the sensation of fullness. Completion.
Then, as the bliss floods my limbs, he pulls himself out, cupping his cock. “Look,” he commands, his voice so guttural my teeth clench as I feel the vibration down to my core. “This is for me,” he declares, as I lower my head to take him in—rock-hard, glistening in our combined lust. “This pleasure is mine. Do you hear me, Lupe? Mine.”
Even if I wanted to reply, he doesn’t give me a chance. Fingers fisting through my hair, he pins my skull to the mattress and flexes his hips, driving into me so hard the bed slams against the wall in protest.
A cry rips from my throat as I gaze up at him, his lip seized between his teeth, eyes like smoldering coals.
“You feel that?” he grates, reaching between us, his thumb extended. My thighs quiver even before I feel him pressing into my clit, raking a devious nail over the sensitive flesh. “This pleasure? Only I can give you this, chica. Only me.”
He rocks his hips as he speaks, ringing a squeal from me. Electricity shoots down my spine, making me jerk, helpless, still bound by his grip on my hair. The bastard isn’t lying—this pleasure is sinful, beyond anything I’ve ever felt.
But I’m not the only one affected by it. A groan rumbles in his chest as my body tightens around him, muscles clamping over him like a vice. Instinct drives me to arch my hips, sending him deeper, and he inhales, his eyelids lowering.
He grinds his pelvis against mine in retaliation, and a chain reaction kicks off. Him slamming into me. Me writhing to assist him. Sweat. Noise. Fire.
We’re wild, moving without rhyme or reason—just a primal need to fuck. I don’t even recognize the feeling that comes over me. It’s senseless. Animalistic. Hunger.
We chase each other up that invisible peak of ecstasy until…
Boom.
My orgasm hits like a freight train, slamming into me from nowhere. Groaning, I claw at his back as he roars out his release seconds later. Utterly spent, he collapses on top of me, and I hate how protective his weight feels, pinning me down. My fingers reach out, seemingly of their own accord, to dance along the black hair growing from his scalp.
I’ve forgotten, just for a second, how dangerous he truly is. From this position, staring into those fathomless brown eyes, words slip off my tongue before I can stop them. Perilous words. “You are beautiful. Do you know that?”
He didn’t. His eyebrows knit together as confusion breaks through his haze of lust. He starts to angle his hips as if retaliating for the change in subject. For trying to reach him in any way beyond primal, mindless sex.
But I’m starting to know Julian Domingas, more than he would like. I can see how deeply my words affect him, penetrating the narco mask he fights to maintain. He’s spent so long guarding himself from the outside world.
I doubt he even knows how to handle a genuine compliment.
“I mean it…” My words feather as he shifts, searing friction through my still-trembling core. Already, I can feel him stiffening inside me, ready for another round. Is the bastard inhuman?
Dios mío,the libido he’s stoked to life inside me doesn’t give a damn. It just wants more. I have to fight for air just to keep my senses as he finally responds to my question.
“Beautiful,” he grates, seeming to sense that I won’t let this go. “Not exactly the word I like my women to describe me with.”
“My life has been harsh and ugly,” I say with a sigh as he settles against me, adjusting his weight, so the pressure of his cock is less punishing. More… intimate. He is so damn deep this way. Wide-eyed, I just gape at the ceiling as the sensation of his pulse throbbing in a taunting rhythm resonates throughout my entire body. “I thought you would be too.”
And he is. So harsh he orders the execution of others without hesitation. So ugly when he lets his rage spiral into an inferno that consumes him whole. Facets of him are identical to Diego in so many ways, and yet…
The ways in which they differ cannot be denied. I’ve seen behind his well-constructed mask to the man underneath—admittedly, he’s just as terrifying as expected, maybe more so. This iteration of him holds nothing back. Not his lust for me. Not even his future intentions are obscured for once.
After tonight, there is no mistaking it. I’m his.
