Breaking Her Rules(28)
God, she was so close. Her clit pulsed, the need building higher and higher. Even without him filling her, it wouldn’t take long now… Wyatt removed his hand, making her cry out in protest before she realized what he was doing.
“Wrap your legs around me.” There he went again with that tone. The one that said ‘do what I say and I’ll make sure you have the orgasm of a lifetime’. It always melted her.
She did what he said and practically tore his shirt from him, ripping a few buttons in her haste to get it off. Now it was skin on skin, what she’d been craving. Her breasts rubbed against the short hairs of his muscular chest as his mouth crushed over hers. The feel of him against her made her sensitized nipples pebble even tighter.
His fingers dug into her hips as he lifted her from the desk. She lost one of her heels, but didn’t care as he completely dominated her mouth, stroking and teasing her tongue in a way that felt like f*cking.
Iris held on tight. She was aware of them moving, but didn’t realize what he intended until the cool glass of his ceiling to floor windows hit her back. They were bullet resistant and more than secure and she didn’t care if anyone saw them. All she could focus on was the feel of his thick cock sliding into her, consuming her. Though his shirt was off, he still had his pants half on as he thrust into her. The window slightly shook under them, but she had no doubt it would hold. The feel of his cock inside her without a condom was amazing. She’d gone on the Pill the day after they’d gotten married and had been on it more than long enough to take effect. She felt even more connected to him this way, with no barriers.
Her remaining heeled shoe dug into his ass as she wrapped her legs tighter around him. She’d barely caught her breath before he slammed into her again. She tore her mouth from his as he continued thrusting with no restraint. Her back arched into his chest and when he caught one of her nipples between his teeth, she pushed over the edge.
Whatever pretense of control she’d been trying to hang onto, shredded as he tweaked her nipple. It was like the man had a direct line into her head, like he knew exactly what to do to drive her totally crazy. She was addicted to him and not afraid to admit it anymore.
As her climax surged through her, powerful and overwhelming, Wyatt let go and buried his face in her neck as he came. He growled incomprehensible words against her skin as he continued his delicious assault on her senses until finally, he stilled and drew his head back.
His eyes seemed darker as he stared at her, his breathing not quite back to normal. “I love you, Iris. So f*cking much.”
A smile teased her lips as she leaned forward. Her mouth barely grazed his as she said, “I love you, too. More than anything.” Saying the words still felt foreign, but there was no way in hell she’d ever hold back from him. Never again.
Not when they had the rest of their lives stretched out in front of them. She’d never dreamed to imagine she could have everything she wanted, a job she loved, a husband she loved and maybe kids. Even without the last one, as long as she got to make a life with the man she loved, she didn’t need anything else.
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Breaking Her Rules is the sixth story in my Red Stone Security series. If you liked this one and would like to read more, turn the page for a sneak peek of No One to Trust and His to Protect.
No One to Trust
Red Stone Security Series, Book 1
Copyright © 2012 Katie Reus
Secrets are what keep a family strong. United. Elizabeth Martinez could still hear her father’s words echoing in the recesses of her memories. Over a decade had passed and not a day went by that she didn’t wish she could rewrite history. Some secrets had a way of eating a person alive. From the inside out, one giant bite at a time. Gnawing until she couldn’t stand it. If her father hadn’t forced them all to keep the family’s dirty little secret, maybe she’d be at home enjoying a nice glass of wine and a bubble bath. She wouldn’t be picking up her brother from a drug dealer’s house on a chilly Tuesday evening.
Lizzy put her BMW into park and slid from the vehicle. This particular mansion in Keystone Island was the last place in the world she wanted to be. Unfortunately her brother had called begging for help. Again.
Everyone else in the family had turned their back on Benny but she simply couldn’t say no when he needed her. Not when he’d always been there for her.
While she wasn’t sure what Benny was doing at the recently deceased Alberto Salas’s home, she knew it couldn’t be good. Salas had been infamous for running drugs up and down the entire East Coast. She’d heard his son, Orlando, had taken over his operation. She’d briefly interacted with Orlando at a few charity functions around Miami and he’d always been perfectly polite, but the man gave her the creeps. There were some things an Armani suit simply couldn’t hide.
Self-consciously, Lizzy tugged at her dress as if she could somehow make it grow a couple inches longer. The bright turquoise halter-style dress and black cardigan sweater she wore were completely respectable, but as she walked down the stone driveway toward the front door, she could feel several sets of eyes on her. Considering Orlando Salas was rumored to be in the same business his father had been, she guessed that even though she couldn’t see them, he had plenty of scary looking security guys milling around. They were nothing more than thugs in suits and ties. She worked for one of the best security firms in the nation and the guys she worked with—they sure weren’t thugs. No, they were highly trained, mostly ex-military, and didn’t deal with scum like Salas. They protected uber wealthy clients and government dignitaries and everyone they worked for got a detailed military level background check—courtesy of her computer skills—and if it appeared they were into anything like drugs, Red Stone Security didn’t take them on. With how much money their company made, they could afford to be picky.
Before she could knock on the bright red door, it swung open and a man carrying an assault rifle looked her up and down.
A cold chill slithered through her, mainly because of the look on his face, rather than the gun. She’d known the guards here would be armed, but yuck, this guy made her feel like she was naked. Clutching her purse tighter against her side—as if that could somehow save her—she started to tell him why she was there, but he beat her to it.
With a lecherous grin on his face, he stepped back and allowed her to enter. “Your brother’s out back.” He pointed down the tile hallway. “Just follow until you reach the French doors.”
Fighting back the growing panic humming through her, she nodded and did just as he said. Yeah, maybe she should have called her boss and told him what she was doing but she didn’t want to drag anyone she knew into Benny’s problems. Then everyone would know how messed up her family really was. It was too embarrassing. She’d take care of it just like she always had. Chin up, she ordered herself.
As she neared the doors she could see her brother stretched out on an Adirondack chair. She yanked the door open and hurried to his still form. “Benny!”
When he didn’t stir, an icy fist clasped around her heart. He looked like a corpse. His normally bronze face was a grayish color. She touched his wrist and a sharp burst of relief popped inside her. At least his pulse was strong. But his face…tears blurred her vision for a moment. A garish purple bruise covered his left cheek and one of his eyes was swollen almost all the way shut. A light trail of blood had trickled from his nostril and dried on his upper lip. Had they broke his nose? Her throat tightened with raw grief. He’d sounded bad on the phone but she hadn’t expected this. She wanted to touch him, comfort him somehow, but was afraid she’d only hurt him more.
Her hand hovered over his pale face for a moment before she settled on brushing a lock of his dark hair away from his forehead. “What have you gotten yourself into,” she whispered.
“He’s going to be out for a little while.” She swiveled around at a familiar male voice and let her hand drop.
Monster. The word echoed inside her but she bit it back. “Mr. Salas.” She tried to keep the disdain out of her voice as she faced the man who’d likely beaten her brother. Or at least watched while one of his men had. Somehow she managed to blink back the tears threatening to spill over.
“Please call me Orlando. You’re a very good sister to pick your brother up so quickly.” Standing about ten feet away from her, he leaned against the mini-bar with a glass tumbler in hand.
She narrowed her gaze. Anger battled with the fear blossoming inside her but she was still level-headed enough not to cower in front of him. A man like this probably craved the fear of others. “Did you do this to him?”
His shoulders lifted in a slight shrug. “Not personally. Benito owes me quite a bit of money and I intend to collect.”