Total pages in book: 767
Estimated words: 732023 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 3660(@200wpm)___ 2928(@250wpm)___ 2440(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 732023 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 3660(@200wpm)___ 2928(@250wpm)___ 2440(@300wpm)
“You don’t get to leave me. Never leave me.” There was something desperate in his harsh tone, yearning mingling with command.
“I won’t,” I promised, tears of release spilling down my cheeks. “I won’t leave you. I love you.”
The blows stopped, and the crop clattered to the ground. Both of his big hands curled into my ass, spreading my cheeks wide.
“Say it again,” he ground out.
“I love you.” The soul-deep truth left me on a sob. “Please, Andrés.”
He snarled and slammed into me, his cock thrusting deep into my wet channel. “Tell me,” he demanded, driving into me with ruthless, branding strokes. “Tell me again. Don’t stop.”
“I love you!” I cried out as he thrust into me mercilessly. “I love you, I love you…” The words left me in a litany, over and over again as his cock dragged across my g-spot, driving me higher. He reached beneath me and pinched my clit.
“Andrés!” I screamed out his name as I shattered. His raw shout echoed around us, and his cum filled me, marking me as his. He kept pounding into me, riding out the last of our pleasure with brutal force. I welcomed his claim over me.
Finally, he stopped, completely spent. He withdrew from me and carefully removed the clamps from my nipples. I whimpered when blood rushed back to the abused buds, but he soothed the sting away with gentle fingers, morphing the pain into pleasure.
He cut me down, severing the ropes that bound me. He supported my limp body and eased us down to the cool tiled floor, holding me tight.
“Mine,” he murmured, tracing the contours of my body as though seeking to memorize every inch of me. “All mine.”
I kissed his neck, tasting my tears on his skin. The salt mingling with his unique flavor was intoxicating. Better than any drug. I licked at it, craving more. A low, rumbling sound left his chest, vibrating against me. The sensation rolled through my body, making its way to my core. Despite the rough way he’d fucked me, my pussy wept for him, wanting him again.
I shifted in his hold, straddling him. He stiffened for me, needing me as desperately as I needed him. I boldly lowered myself onto him and captured his lips, welcoming him to claim my mouth the way he’d claimed my pussy. I moved against him, slowly sliding up and down on his shaft. His hands captured my waist, guiding me to take him faster, deeper. We found our bliss together, our sweat-slicked bodies entwined as closely as possible.
I screamed out his name, my fingernails scoring his back. I gave him everything, but at the same time, I claimed him as well, marking him.
I loved Andrés, and he was all mine.
Chapter 22
Andrés left me with a promise to return in a few hours. He was going to see Cristian to convince him to give me more time. Despite my devotion to Andrés, I couldn’t bring myself to help with his business. And he wouldn’t ask me to. In the beginning, he’d been determined to make me cooperate in order to protect me, but we were past that now. He promised he wouldn’t force me to do anything that went against who I was.
Because he cared. He cared about me, not some version of me that did exactly as he said. I wasn’t his doll. I wasn’t his pet. I wasn’t his fucktoy.
He might not have told me he loved me, but I could feel it in the reverent way he held me, the way he called me his. I knew he’d lost the people he loved in the past. He wasn’t ready to say the words aloud, because he was afraid he’d lose me, too. I was still targeted in Cristian’s crosshairs, and I didn’t expect Andrés to admit his feelings for me until I was safe. Until he was certain his sadistic brother wouldn’t take me away like he’d taken Andrés’ beloved sister and grandmother.
So for now, I was content with his branding kiss, with his harsh claiming of my body. His possessive touch communicated all the things he wasn’t ready to say to me.
I still didn’t understand how we could have a future together, but I resolved to come up with a solution. I needed to push aside my worry and focus on formulating my plan.
Not worrying was difficult when I knew Andrés was facing his brother right now, defying him in an effort to protect me. I didn’t particularly enjoy feeling like a damsel locked in a tower for safekeeping while my dark knight fought my battles. But without a computer, I really wouldn’t have been much help in a fight.
I resolved to ask Andrés about that when he returned. Now that there was trust between us, he might allow me access to his laptop. I could take down Cristian’s organization piece by piece, destroying his financials and leaving him utterly ruined.