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Don’t ever let anybody see you hurt.
"Get in the car or I'll spank you until I brand my handprint on your ass.” The words left his mouth so naturally, it didn’t sound like a joke. When my smile dropped, he chuckled, adding a sarcastic yet somehow respectful, “Please."
“What cuisine do you like?”
“Puerto Rican.”
“I know what I like.” His deep voice settled between my thighs.
“Does it make you nervous when I stare?” His smooth voice broke the tension. Fuck no. It pisses me off. “Does it turn you on when I tell you to fuck off?” Zachary shrugged. “What can I say? It’s hot when you talk back.”
“You’re so full of yourself, it’s insane.” “You could be full of me too if you’re a good girl and ask nicely.” He finished by brushing a strand of hair from my face.
“You keep making me bleed, hermosa.” Still so unbothered… “You keep getting on my fucking nerves, pendejo.” He chuckled. “Is that why your heart’s hammering for me?” I blinked. “You’re fucking delusional.” “You’re blushing.” Frustration bubbled up inside me. “Go fuck yourself.” “I’d rather fuck you instead.” “Too bad. Get in line.”
He watched me for a moment before he leaned in and murmured in my ear, “Maybe you should try saying that without looking like you want me nine inches deep inside you.”
He slowly glanced down at my hands on his chest, and when he looked back up, I met his gaze. It was so intense it knocked the fucking logic out of me. Mindlessly, I ran one of my hands to the back of his neck, running my fingers through his short hair and scratching his nape with my long stilettos.
I wanted her mind, body and soul to ache for me just as much as I ached for her. To willingly and gladly get on her knees for me. To beg like she never would with anyone else. To want to be mine.
“You can’t just come in here and kill my men.” Maria’s eyes became slits and I turned my lips into a dark smirk. “I’m going to need a reason, hermosa.”
“He upset me.”
“Good enough for me.”
I didn’t know why Maria was upset, but I was still going to resuscitate Juan, beat the shit out of him, and then kill him myself.
He didn’t speak until I met his eyes again. “When you think no one’s watching, you forget I always am.”
Unfamiliar exhaustion took over me, feeling a lot like defeat – something I was not familiar with. I shook my head as my mouth turned into a disappointed smile. “You’re seriously gonna stand there and act like you’re not mine?”
It’d been sixteen hours, forty-seven minutes, and a shitload of seconds since I’d stormed out of Maria’s apartment. Sixteen fucking hours and forty-seven goddamned minutes of pure torture.
Fuck letting her come to me. I was getting what was mine.
I squeezed her hand against my chest as my eyes darkened with longing. “Give us a shot, baby.”
My hand left her waist, moving lower and grabbing her ass through her jeans. “‘Everybody’ doesn’t get to take you to bed and fuck you to sleep.”
I’d never had a girlfriend, so I never cared about this shit before. But if Maria was going to be my girl, and she thought she would pay for herself, she was crazy. Her money was her money, and my money was her money.
I’m not sure when it happened, but I fell asleep. I must’ve been dreaming because I thought I felt the softest kiss on my cheekbone, followed by a whisper. “I love you, too.”
But the thing about being a liar and a cheat… No one believed you when you were actually telling the truth.
“You’re the most sensitive person I know, and I love that about you.” I felt my lip tremble. His thumbs wiped away tear after tear. “It’s not a weakness, baby. None of this is your fault; it’s all mine. And I’m so sorry.”
“Me vuelves loco.” “No puedo tener suficiente de ti.” “Tan mojada para mí.” “Te necesito todo el tiempo.” “¿No más? Aún no he terminado contigo.” “¿Cuándo podré atarte y darte esas uvas?” “Siempre supe que eras mía.”
