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I wriggled in his grip, and he tightened his hold on me until I squeaked. His hips, if anything, were going faster, as if to punish me for interrupting his rhythm. “Give me marks,” I demanded. “Give me something to remember you by.”
Omar growled against me. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“You can’t promise — ohshit, keep doing that,please— can’t promise that forever.”
He reached between my thighs and took over for me by touching my clit. He mouthed at my neck now. It wasn’t teeth yet, but it was getting there. “I can make any promise I want,” he said. “I’ve kept promises foryears.”
“Bite me,” I pleaded. “I want to be yours.”
His hips slowed, and I almost wailed. He shushed me and petted my thigh. “I’m going to get you there,” he said. “I just needed a second.” That made me giggle, which in turn made him hiss when my inner muscles tightened around him. “You’re not helping.”
“I don’t want to help,” I complained, rocking backward against him. “I want to come.”
He growled andfinallyset his teeth in my shoulder, over the exact spot that he had lightly bitten the other day. He was less afraid to hurt me now, and the sudden pain was eclipsed in the face of the pleasure that broke over me and ran through the length of my body. I shook and cried out, and somewhere in that, I heard him moan out his own climax.
He rested his head between my shoulders, panting, and I did the same with my face pressed into his pillows. When Omar flipped me around so that I was tucked against his chest, I could hear his heartbeat against my ear as I lay there.
We lay like that for a long time. The sky was turning a pink-golden color, and it was getting harder and harder to stay awake. As my eyelids fluttered closed, Omar’s whispered words washed over me.
“Go to sleep,conejita. I’ll be here when you wake up.” He sighed, stroking his hand across my cheek. “And then we have to talk about Miami…”
CHAPTER28
Omar
“They’re going to kill me.”
I reached for Lyse’s hand, threading our fingers together even as I stiffened in the front seat of the SUV. I’d never feared the Castillo compound before, but today was a first. “They won’t.”
Lyse wasn’t listening. She was terrified, trying to sink down and disappear into the seat. “You can’t promise that.” It was a repeat of the words she’d said last night.
I brought her hand up to my mouth, brushing a kiss against her knuckles. “I can promise whatever I want, remember?”
“Sure,” she said, eyes never leaving the glaring men beyond the windshield. “But it doesn’t meantheyhave to listen.”
Lyse wasn’t entirely wrong about that. If Angel ordered them to shoot her on sight, they would, regardless of what I said, but I wasn’t going to tell her that. “It’s going to be okay. Let’s go talk to Angel.”
When I’d told her this morning that we would be returning to Miami, she’d agreed but then clung to me in the shower, shaking the entire time. She’d climbed onto the boat and held on for dear life as I sped us to the mainland: her fear of being abandoned outweighed her fear of the waterandmy brother.I’ll protect you, I’d promised her, and I would show her how much I meant it.
I got out of the SUV and went around to open her door. Lyse stepped out, and I immediately tucked her behind me. “Just stay with me,conejita,” I said and smiled at the guards.
“Hola,primo,” I greeted, but both men stared at me as if they’d never seen me before. This was not good. I half-expected them to stop us from going inside, but they stood still as stone as we skirted past.
As we walked into the foyer, Lyse looked around. “Doesn’t look too different from home,” she said. “Similar decorator?”
I smiled and put my arm around her: I appreciated her attempt at humor. “I’m sure there’s only so many that cater to families like ours,” I agreed. “But this house hasn’t changed much since mymadredied.”
“My mother isn’t dead, but ours still looks like this. Chic, but somewhat trapped in the ’90s.” She motioned to the white marble floors that had a sandy vein running through them.
“I have …never thought of that before.” The beach house was all white and bright, very timeless, but the compound had been decorated to my mother’s tastes…which had been in the ’90s. No one had thought to change anything since then.
“Maybe your brother’s wife would like to update.”
I swung her into the kitchen, where Emma was elbow deep in a mixing bowl. She looked frazzled. “Speaking of my sister-in-law,” I said, getting her attention. “Lyse, this is Emma.”
Emma looked at me and then at Lyse. “Have you seriously been with a woman this whole time?” she asked. “Because I had to talk Angel out of dragging you home by himself.”
I cleared my throat a little. “Let me do this again. Emma, this is LyseRojas.”
