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“Which is your window?” he whispers.
“That one.” I point to the one at the far left.
Santos scans the area, searching for any guards who might be patrolling. When he doesn’t see anyone, he takes off at a slight run until he reaches the deepest shadows near my window.
“All right,princesa. You’re here.” He lowers me to the ground.
“Thank you.” I make to move, but he snatches my wrist.
“Not so fast. You owe me.”
“Right.” Taking a long breath, I tilt my face upward. “A kiss.”
He steps nearer, and I instinctively retreat until my back hits the exterior wall of the house. It’s hard to see in the darkness, but I swear he grins.
“Easy.” He caresses my cheek with the back of his fingers. “It’s just a kiss.”
“Yes, right,” I say stiffly as I brace myself for a war on my senses.
Again, he comes closer, until his chest grazes against my own. My nipples harden almost painfully and my heart pounds. I’m practically panting in expectation as I sense him dipping toward me. I lick my lips, waiting for the heat of his.
But just as I believe he’s going to make contact, he drops down farther.
When I feel his hands clasp my hips, I jerk. “What are you doing?!”
“Getting my kiss.”
“But—”
“I never said where.”
Before I can say anything more, he presses his mouth between my legs. Against my will, I shut my eyes and moan. My fingers dig into his hair and I hold him there, reveling in the exquisite pressure and heat of his breath when he exhales right over that pulse he started on the ride.
This. This is what I’ve been craving from the moment I met him. This is what I didn’t know I needed.
Fire bursts through me, from my core and into my belly and over every cell of my skin. It threatens to consume me, to destroy me where I stand. My legs begin to quiver as he prolongs the kiss, and I’m so close to something I’ve only managed on my own before. So close!
Then suddenly, it’s over, and he releases me, leaving me standing there completely feverish and trembling.
So that when he stands and says, “Thanks” as casually as if this is an everyday occurance, anger replaces the fever and I slap him.
I’ve barely had time to retract my hand before he’s on me, pressing me into the wall, his fingers wrapped loosely around my throat. “Be careful,princesa. Men have been killed for less than a mere slap.”
I swallow hard as I grasp his wrist tightly. “Are you saying you’re going to kill me?”
“Are you afraid I might?” He buries his nose in my hair and inhales. A low rumble sounds from deep in his chest as he begins to draw slow circles over my clavicle with his thumb, making me moan.
Do I doubt he could kill me? Not for a second. I’m completely aware that he’s a dangerous man. I can feel the static hum that surrounds him, like something is coiled inside him, ready to strike at any moment.
Itdoesscare me. But unfortunately, it also thrills me. It makes me want to egg him on. To challenge him. To drive him as crazy as he's makingme.
“I’m not afraid of you,” I lie.
Chuckling, he whispers, “You should be.” His palm slides up from my throat to cup my chin, his thumb moving slightly higher to my lower lip.
“Well, are you going to kill me then?” I ask even as I press my thighs together to ease the pressure he’s created.
“Kill you? No. I’ll do something worse. I’ll torture you.” He places a tiny kiss on my neck, just below my ear, letting his lips linger there a moment before he bites me.
It sends a shock to my core that nearly has my knees buckling as I ask, “Torture me? How?”
“I’m not just going to hand you what you want on a silver platter. I’m going to make you come to me and take it.”
“W-what?”
He moves away suddenly, leaving me cold and panting. “You know where I am. If you want it, come and take it.”
