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CHAPTER SIXTEEN
SONIA
“I thoughtyou got enough food for us,” I say, watching Santos scrounge through the refrigerator from my perch on the kitchen counter, wearing nothing but the shirt he had on earlier.
“I didn’t count on your ravenous appetite,” he says, pulling out a stack of items.
“Sexual or food?”
He gives me a toothy grin. “Both.”
“What are you making us?”
“Omelets. You like those.”
“Yes,” I reply.
“It’s a good thing one of us knows how to cook, or we’d be dead.”
Setting everything down beside me, he begins to work—chopping up peppers and onions, sautéing them, and adding eggs. All the while, I eat him up. Even in the kitchen, doing something so domestic as cooking, he can’t let go of that aura of danger and power that surrounds him.
His muscles flex and bunch beneath the heavily tattooed skin of his back and arms, as if they’re ready to break something more than eggs. He handles the knife with deadly precision as he slices into a thick cut of ham. And the way he touches the griddle with his fingers to test the heat tells me he’s completely unafraid of the burn. Or maybe he likes it.
Either way, it’s sexy as hell and I find myself wanting that danger inside me again.
“Santos,” I whisper. “I may not know how to cook, but I can still feed you.” Placing my feet on the counter, I allow my knees to part.
Dark eyes lock onto my core and smolder. He stops what he’s doing, his grin going from playful to downright devilish in a split-second.
“You put me in a tough position,princesa. If I fuck you here and someone comes in and sees you naked, I’ll have to kill them. But if I have to wait to take you all the way to the room, I’ll die myself.”
“What will you do?” I ask innocently.
“Pray no one enters.” As if he’s actually about to pray, he drops to his knees, bringing his face level with my pussy. Hunger fills his expression as he slides his palms over my thighs and plants a soft kiss on the inside of one. “Dear Lord, please don’t let anyone come in, because I’ll kill for this sweet cunt.”
I smack his shoulder. “Don’t be blasphemous.”
Snickering, he ignores me, then makes me forget everything else as he trails his tongue over my slit, barely touching me. When he returns for another pass, he takes turns nipping my labia, then sucking them into his mouth, exposing my clitoris each time but purposely avoiding it. I shift in an effort to get his mouth where I want it.
“Is this what you want,princesa?” He cups my pussy with his mouth, swirling that wet, warm tongue on my nub.
“Yes!” I drop back onto the counter, writhing with pleasure. He eats me as if he’s truly the Devil and I’m the soul he’s trying to consume. Everything about it is sinful, from the way he circles my clit, licking all around it, sucking up the juices that trickle from my entrance, to the way he pushes on the backs of my legs, forcing my hips to roll upward and expose my asshole to him. Nothing is off limits, and I know better than to cover myself when he presses his lips there too.
He moans as if I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted, swirling his tongue, applying just the right amount of pressure to tease. But he doesn’t stay there long before he returns to my core, pleasuring me until I shatter.
I hold his head to me as I come, bucking against his mouth so hard, I’m not sure if he can breathe. But it’s out of my control.
When the last of the pulsing ebbs, I release his hair and glance between my legs to see if he’s still alive.
He’s as alive as he is hungry. Standing, his gaze intensely focused on mine, he pulls his cock over the top of his sweatpants and places it at my entrance. If the way he’s looking at me is anything to go by, he’s about to make right on his promise that he’ll fuck me so hard, I won’t be able to get out of bed for days.
“Santos,” I whisper, unsure if this excites me or scares me.
“Take that shirt off,” he orders.
I hastily comply, tossing it aside a moment before he grabs my hips painfully and thrusts into me, robbing me of the ability to speak. I shut my lids and inhale sharply, grasping his wrists.Jesucristo, he fills me like no one else, pushing me into instant insanity.
But this time, unlike before, he doesn’t begin to pound into me. Instead, he remains completely still. When I open my eyes, I see he’s staring toward the door.
