The Slayer (Untamed Hearts #2)(5)

Alaine sucked in a sharp breath, because the sound in his voice, the promise, the low rasp to it caused something hot to spread over her so fast she couldn’t breathe.

“One time,” he said as Alaine tried to find her voice. “That’s it, mami. I’ll do it one time. Then you have to promise to never let me touch you again.”

She put a hand to her chest, because she realized he was serious. After five years of wanting him, of loving him, he was going to…

“It’s not sex,” he cut off her train of thought. “I can’t f*ck you.”

“Why not?” She hated the soft, desperate sound in her voice, but she couldn’t help it.

“I’m an addict. You know that. Getting off the drugs has never changed that. If I—” He swallowed hard, and his voice was still full of pain. “I just can’t. I shouldn’t even touch you.”

“You drink,” she pointed out. “You’re not addicted to that.”

“Alcohol is not my drug of choice. It’s the exact opposite of it.”

“I’m not cocaine,” she reminded him.

“That’s what you think?” He glanced at her over his shoulder, his dark gaze running over her for one long, hot moment until it stopped to rest on the pink lace of her bra. “To me you’re coke. Fine. Smooth. Perfectly white. Very bad for me, but so f*cking sexy I don’t give a shit. It’s worth going down for.”

Well, that was erotic, but the way he talked about it made her nervous.

“You don’t still want to do cocaine, do you?”

He laughed and turned back so he wasn’t looking at her anymore. “I want to do it every day. I miss it like I miss sex. So much it makes my cock hurt.”

She considered that for a second, before she shrugged. “We could—”

“No,” he cut her off.

“I didn’t know you weren’t having sex,” she whispered as she stared at him again.

“I didn’t know you were,” he countered.

“Well, if you’re not having sex, how do you know—”

“’Cause I do,” he cut her off again. “Sex is sorta like stealing a car. You don’t forget how to make the engine start. Especially when you relive it in your mind every chance you get.”

“How long?” she asked curiously.

“Since I moved here. Just like the coke.” He ran his hand up the door frame. “I haven’t touched a woman in five years. This is an intensely bad idea, and I’m drunk for it. Please just kick me out of your apartment and look up an instructional video on the Internet.”

She thought of mentioning that she tried to kick him out. Several times. Instead she wiped at her cheeks. “I already looked it up on the Internet. If you really think you can do it, then do it. Show me.”

“Ay carajo.” He sucked in a hard breath. “You got to promise me it’ll just be once.”

“Just once,” she agreed, because it was so much better than nothing.

Her breath caught when Chuito let go of the door frame. He ran his fingers through his hair and then pressed his palm to the back of his neck, over his tattoo.

She could sense the hesitation in him, but she could also sense the need, so thick and potent it was almost as if she could taste it in the air around them. For one horrible moment, she thought the hesitation might win, and then he turned back to her.





Chapter Two


Alaine jumped up without realizing it, as if an invisible force were drawing her to him now that she knew his walls were down. Chuito wrapped his hands around her waist when he got to her—rough, tan hands that felt incredible against her bare skin. She looked down at them on her body and grasped his wrists, holding him there.

“Please give me the whole thing. I’m on birth control,” she whispered, her voice soft and pleading. “If it’s just once—”

He groaned and leaned down, burying his face in the curve of her neck. He placed a kiss there, making the pleasure shimmer down her body that easily. He broke her hold on his wrists and slid his hands down to her ass. He grasped it, forcing her against him. She could feel his cock, hard and straining in his jeans, pressed against her stomach, but still he said, “No.”

“Why?”

“I don’t want to argue with you.” He kissed his way up to her ear. “Let me f*cking enjoy this. Enjoy you. Please.”

“Okay,” she whispered, because his lips against her skin were making it hard to think.

It was five years of fantasies unfolding right here in front of her.

She wanted to enjoy it too.

Her heart was thumping hard and fast, and part of her was wondering if she had just passed out from the Patrón and was dreaming this. She ran a hand through Chuito’s hair like she had in his apartment, and the same as before, he let her tug his head back.

If there was another rush better than having the most intimidating, powerful man she had known in her life pliant in her hands, she wasn’t sure what it was.

“God, I want this so bad,” she mused as she used her hold on his hair to tilt his head to the side and stood on her toes to kiss his neck like he had done to her. She actually felt light-headed from the high of touching him after wanting it for so long. “Maybe we’re both addicts.”