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Would there be lust in her fierce gaze?
Would she watch?
Fuck, would she want to join in?
The thought of her heated, angry gaze on my cock as I slide in and out of another woman has me falling over the edge. I slam two more times into the girl before coming hard, my body jerking with each spurt of cum I release.
I pull myself free and remove the condom, tucking myself away before the blonde turns around to face me. Her hair is disheveled and out of the perfect bun she wore when she came in.
“When she wakes up, get her cleaned and into a fresh set of clothes.” I don’t wait for a reply, I just turn around and leave her to it.
Knowing Vicenta will be living in my father’s home, sleeping in his bed, undressing for him—even if she doesn’t want to—makes me wish I could just kill the man myself.
Somehow, I think he’ll die atBruja’s hands before they ever reach the altar.
* * *
By the time the jet lands just outside of Acapulco, Mexico,Brujahas woken and her honey brown eyes are filled with renewed hate. She’s fucking sexy when she glares.
She woke up about fifteen minutes after I placed her on the bed, getting a quick shower and a fresh set of clothes. Of course, no one was expecting her to be with us when we came home, so there weren't any feminine clothes in her size.
She looks absolutely mouthwatering in my dress shirt. It’s long enough to almost reach her knees; I've had a difficult time not letting my eyes travel up her bare legs to the fabric of her panties as she sits in her seat, silently fuming.
After asking me about her brother—which, shocker,he’s fine—she’s been quiet, refusing to speak to anyone, even when she’s asked a direct question. I’ve folded my lips inward on multiple occasions, stifling my laughter when the only answer she gives anyone—including my father—is a glare. It amuses me like nothing else.
It seems to amuse Marío as well, choosing to make comments about how he loves to break a wild horse. My jaw grinds.
I stand from my seat once the jet comes to a stop, moving towardBrujaas she practically snarls like a rabid dog.
“Cálmate, Bruja,” I whisper to her, “I won’t let anyone touch you.”
As soon as I say the promise, I regret it. Why would I tell such a lie? There’s no protecting her now, no way to keep at bay what will inevitably hurt her.
“You can’t promise me that,stepson,” she whispers sharply, like the hiss of a cat. “Besides, why do you care?”
Her question hits me right in the chest, mocking me for my promise and making me question myself.
Why the fuckdoI care?
I feel my face harden, my jaw ticking in irritation. “I care because your stubbornness makes my life difficult.”
“Jefesaid to get her back to the compound,” a guard says from behind me as everyone disembarks. “He has business to attend to for the next few hours.”
I dismiss him with a nod and turn back to Vicenta who glares at me as though she were imagining my painful death. I have to force myself not to antagonize her further. It’s difficult not to push her, not to pray for her cruel smile. I unbuckle her and grip her biceps, before roughly pulling her from the seat. The fire that I’ve come to find addictive makes a return.
She fights like a feral cat, all claws and uncoordinated swings. I easily subdue her, spinning her in place and forcing her up against the wall.
“Puta madre,” she growls, pushing against me and inadvertently, rubbing against my cock. I grind my teeth, forcing myself not to grow harder or grind against her to find that sweet friction. “Get off me,brujo!”
I lean down, my six feet two inches making me hunch to reach her ear. “Ah, but why should I get off you when I can get you off?”
It was my intention to scare her into a frozen state so that her tempting ass would be still and allow me to think straight, but it comes out sounding more like a plea.
I can admit to myself that itwasa plea, a whispered prayer to the saints that she’d moan once more.
Blessed Mary, Mother of God, my prayers are answered. She sighs with a slight groan, her teeth finding a place in that delicious bottom lip.
“You couldn’t get me off if I gave you permission, but I’m sure it would be apleasure,” she moans on that fucking word, “to watch you try.”
