The Slayer (Untamed Hearts #2)(67)

Chuito was, at heart, a thief.

He liked taking things that were never supposed to be his.

He pulled back to tug his shirt off. Rather than shove him away like she should if she had any semblance of self-preservation, Alaine just slipped her blouse off her shoulders and then reached for him, wrapping her hands around the base of his neck. She pulled him down and captured his lips to push her tongue into his mouth, bold and powerful, just the way he liked it.

Somehow, Alaine had caught up to him without his permission.

Now they were both f*cked.

’Cause his willpower was exactly zero when she was kissing him like that, trying to steal from him everything he wanted to take from her. This wasn’t the blushing nineteen-year-old he had decided to stay away from because he cared for her. This was a lawyer, a woman who went after what she wanted with everything in her.

He felt the realization sinking in, pinpointing in his mind the precise moment he could look back to and see where everything went wrong. When they skidded off the tracks and crashed together rather than letting her stay in the slow lane of life that was her birthright.

She took rather than run away.

She went after the pleasure instead of listening to common sense.

Greedy.

Hungry.

Kissing him and digging her nails into his shoulders hard enough to break skin, because it felt good and it was easier than denying herself.

She kissed him like a criminal.

And he f*cking loved it.

Somehow they managed to undo her bra, and the two of them moaned into each other’s mouths at the feel of her tits against his bare chest.

Alaine was the one who fought to get her skirt off.

Chuito was the one who ripped off her panties after she did.

Then she was naked under him, pushing his head down, offering up pale, pert tits that were begging to be sucked on, and he did it, completely indulgent.

He didn’t just get drunk on her.

He got totally f*cking high off her.

Blitzed out of his mind as he moved down her body, sucking and biting because she marked so nicely, and he was one of those pendejos who liked seeing it.

She spread her legs, putting her feet on the edge of the bed frame like she had in her bedroom the night before, making the invitation blatant. She didn’t have to ask. Chuito fell down on his knees, because he had been hard as a rock since tasting her for the first time.

She was wet enough to leave his fingers slick as he opened her wide and dragged his tongue over the length of her *.

“Oh shit.” Alaine cried out when he sucked on her clit, her fingers in his hair, tugging hard.

His cock jerked in his jeans when he used his fingers. She was so f*cking tight, clenching around him as he licked and sucked her clit. She was dripping wet, making those little gasping sounds of pleasure that had haunted him all day because they were easily the sexiest things he had ever heard in his life.

She arched under him within a few minutes, her legs shaking, her fingers now digging into his shoulders, nails breaking skin as she cried out. She was loud, which had surprised him last night too. She hadn’t learned to be quiet about it like the rest of them, but Chuito wasn’t complaining.

He liked it.

So much so his hands were shaking as he pulled at the button to his jeans. Chuito pushed them down as he moved over her. He rubbed his slick fingers over her nipple, making her moan, and then he licked it clean while Alaine watched him with heavy-lidded blue eyes.

Her tongue darted out, moistening her lips, and Chuito didn’t know why he understood what she wanted, but he did and it was dirty and hot as f*ck because of it. He surged up, kissing her hard, sharing Alaine’s taste with her.

She opened wide to the thrust of his tongue, clinging to him as she wrapped one leg around his waist. She used her other foot to push his jeans farther down his thighs.

He groaned into her mouth at the feel of his bare cock sliding against her soft skin. He pulled away from the kiss and breathed against her ear. “You wanna know how a real man’s supposed to f*ck you?”

“God, please.” Alaine was writhing under him, arching her hips in invitation as she turned her head, offering up her neck to him. Her voice was soft, breathy with desire as she begged, “Please, Chu. Please.”

He’d have to be dead to deny himself after that.

Chuito grabbed her leg, holding it high against his waist. He kept her open to him as he shifted his hips and let his cock slide between her wet folds. Just that contact was enough to make Alaine jerk under him with a gasp, and it did away with any sort of restraint Chuito was trying to cling to.

He wasn’t as gentle as he should be as he took her. Instead he drowned himself in the ecstasy of it like the addict he was. The feel of their bodies so close together. The friction of her wet * wrapped around him so tightly all he could feel was the slippery, hot pleasure of finally tasting what he had craved for so f*cking long.

He was too big. She was too small. He didn’t want to hurt her by bottoming out in her, but he palmed her ass anyway, holding her to him as she arched into the thrust of his hips rather than pull away. Her nails were still sharp in his shoulders, and when he shifted against her, a choked, broken sound of pleasure left her.

He pulled up, seeing that Alaine’s lips were parted, her eyes squeezed shut tightly, her cheeks and neck flushed bright pink. He moved again, grunting from the friction of it, and Alaine gasped again.