The Slayer (Untamed Hearts #2)(66)

She threw out her arm and grabbed the banister. Her fingernails scraped against the wood, because he wasn’t stopping.

“Ouch!” she squeaked and jerked her arm back, seeing that her very expensive acrylics had broken. “I just got my nails done! You ruined them!”

“Ay Dios mio, the princess broke a nail.” Chuito laughed harshly. “Now you’re really having a bad day.”

Screw him.

She dragged her broken nails up his back, tearing skin.

The * didn’t even flinch as he opened his door.

This was really bullshit.

When Chuito dropped her on his bed, she didn’t wait to catch her breath. She kicked out, because her upper-body strength might not be what it should, but she did run at least three times a week.

“Carajo!” he shouted and dodged her attack when she tried to get him in the balls. He fell over her before she could cause serious injury, catching her arms and dragging them over her head. “Low hits are against the rules, princess.”

“Screw the rules!” she shouted at him. “And screw you, Chu! I hate you!”

“Good, hate me.” He licked at the curve of her neck, dragging his tongue up slowly and then making her shiver as he breathed against her ear. “This is what you wanted, right?”

“I wanted you to be nice,” she complained, even if her body was betraying her completely. She closed her eyes when all that rolling anger started to turn into a different heat. “I wanted you to be my Chu.”

“Your Chu was a lie. Yo soy el diablo. I told you that a long time ago. You should’ve listened.” He said it with such vehemence she believed him. He pulled back and stared down at her, his dark eyes blazing. “Still want it? Or you wanna run back to your little church muchachos?”

For one brief moment, she understood he was giving her a choice. This wasn’t how she’d imagined it, but the way Chuito felt over her, his hands like vises on her wrists, his hard cock pressing against her stomach, it forced the lust to surge into her veins.

Alaine opened her mouth, thinking to tell him no, but the words wouldn’t come. She would never know whether she would’ve said it or not, because he kissed her before she could.

His tongue swept in, hot and demanding, as if her mouth had always belonged to him. She swallowed his low groan that washed over her in a wave of desire, harsh, cruel, so very angry…she let him pull her into the darkness rather than fight it.


CHUITO’S MIND WAS swimming, caught behind the heavy cloud of desire that had descended on him without warning. When he released Alaine’s hands to pull at her blouse, she threaded her fingers into his hair. Rather than push him away, she held on tightly, fueling the fire. Buttons gave way to his need, bouncing off the wooden floor.

He exposed her tits hidden only by a lacy white bra.

Chuito pulled her bra aside with a groan, because her tits were so f*cking beautiful, with tight, pink nipples that were made to be sucked on. He licked one, needing to taste her, his teeth on the edge of too rough when he bit her. Alaine just arched into him as a low moan burst out of her. “God, Chu.”

There was a part of him that was screaming at him to stop, because taking this was going to hurt both of them. His destiny always found him no matter how much he ran from it. As sure as Chuito knew the next breath would have to enter his lungs whether he wanted it to or not, he knew that Alaine couldn’t be his forever.

But she was here right now.

Breathless with need in his arms, smelling like the dark, exotic perfume she wore for work. She was the one good thing in his life, the only perfect memory he had managed not to f*ck up, and he felt it slipping through his fingers because she smelled like sex and felt so soft and sensual pressed against him.

He moved over to her other nipple, and she moaned, making the back of his neck hot the way his need for cocaine used to. She arched her hips, rubbing herself against his cock that was straining against the confines of his jeans, and it blocked out his last bit of reason. The pain of his life stopped, the burden didn’t feel so heavy, and all he could think about was getting these clothes off Alaine.

Co?o, he wanted to be naked with her.

He wanted to taste all of her.

Fuck her.

Mark her.

Own her.

Touching her last night had tainted him, leaving the tang of sex in his mouth, making him hungry for more. It had been the biggest mistake of his life, but in that moment he didn’t give a shit.

Just once more wouldn’t change anything.

Because f*ck it, he needed her.

Like air, like water, like something that would make him sick as hell if he didn’t have it. It was a requirement to keep living, and it made zero difference that last week he had been fine without it.

It was as if the prison cell had just opened, and he walked back into a world he had left behind, one that felt foreign and familiar at the same time. He could practically feel the pulse of a long-dormant gangster filling his veins.

There had never been half of anything for Chuito.

Either he was in prison or he wasn’t.

Last night he had been deliberate and closed off out of necessity. This time he was mindless, because being with Alaine was the only thing that stopped the constant stream of thoughts and worries in his mind. He wanted to steal as much as he could from her.

To wring the pleasure out until there was nothing left.