The Slayer (Untamed Hearts #2)(9)

When he sucked on her clit for the first time, she screamed. The rocket fire of pleasure struck like lightning, and it was as if her entire world sharpened into one intense, unbending need. To feel his tongue right there, swirling over that soft, tender spot she had touched by herself for years, trying to imagine what it would feel like if Chuito was the one doing it.

She officially had the worst imagination in the world.

Nothing could have even remotely prepared her for this. This shuddering, clawing need that ripped open her soul from the intensity of it. She hadn’t realized how pent up she was until that moment. How tightly wound her body was until her legs were shaking and broken, gasping phrases of desperation bursting out of her.

“Oh God. Oh God, Chu.” She pitched beneath him, trying to fight his hold on her ass to push herself closer to the ecstasy, but he wasn’t letting her, and all she could do was pull his hair and beg. “Please, please, please. Oh my God. Holy shit. Please.”

It felt like she was in that place forever, right on the edge of oblivion, her entire body tight and fighting for something she hadn’t really understood until now. He didn’t give her more, but he didn’t give her less either, just kept licking and sucking until she was panting and sweaty and wild beneath him.

Then he touched her again, breaching her with not one, but two fingers, stretching her so much it almost hurt. Almost. Instead the ache of being filled like that felt amazing.

Too amazing.

The ecstasy exploded around her without warning. She cried out and started shivering from the wild, furious storm of pleasure that swept her up, radiating out from her center and flooding into her arms and legs a thousand times stronger than anything she’d imagined. She didn’t know what she said. She didn’t know what she sounded like. All she could do was feel the way every ounce of tension she had carried around with her for the whole of her adult life fell out of her when the tidal wave of ecstasy started to wane.

Then it was too much, but Chuito seemed to know that and kissed her hip bone instead. He crawled over her, licking and nipping his way back up her body, leaving little shimmers of bliss in his wake like afterthoughts.

Alaine’s eyelids felt heavy, but she blinked up at him when she felt him staring down at her. She licked her lips when she saw the dark look in his eyes, so very different from how she felt. Everything about him seemed to vibrate with a rough, untamed tempest of something harsh and too difficult for her hazed mind to understand so soon afterward.

Chuito caressed her bottom lip with his thumb, and she noticed his hands were shaking, reminding her of a long-ago gangster who had shown up in Garnet, angry and homesick, but with a core of raw power so tangible she could almost taste it when he was in the room.

“You’re not broken, mami.” His voice was a croak of agony, but he leaned down and kissed her anyway.

Then Chuito pushed away before she could grab him, before she could even make her arms or legs know how to start working again. He was out the door before she could find a way to complain.

All she could do was lick her lips, tasting herself on them. The taste he left there. In the distance she heard his door slam shut, making it clear he wasn’t going to let her in.





Chapter Three


Chuito locked the door after he slammed it; then he stood there looking at it. His hands were sweaty and shaking. His cock was rock hard and aching. He actually felt dizzy with the wild rush of lust throbbing at his temples.

Out of necessity he rested his palms on either side of the door frame and took a deep breath. Everything in him was wound tight, like he was right before a fight…or a hit.

He clung to that thought, remembering every motherf*cker he had killed in the name of revenge. It went against everything in him to feel guilty for the sins. Each one had a reason. Each one brought a crazy sort of satisfaction that few would understand. He didn’t regret his choices, but that didn’t mean he was supposed to be messing with a woman like Alaine.

Their worlds should have never collided, but they had. Now what the f*ck was he supposed to do? Five years into this friendship and it didn’t get easier. It just got more complicated, and was made even worse because Alaine never understood any of the reasons Chuito had for pushing her away.

She thought she did, but she had no f*cking idea how much blood was on his hands. She never had a clue just how in deep he was with gangster life when he was younger.

More so, she didn’t know how in deep he was right now.

God, he really wished she hadn’t dropped the bomb about losing her virginity. Until an hour ago, that had been his number-one reason for pushing her away. He wasn’t going to be the one to hurt her.

He hadn’t been able to sleep with virgins when he was fifteen.

He sure couldn’t do it now.

Just thinking about it with Alaine made the fear so overwhelming he had wanted to puke, and that could kill any hard-on. He had loved her for a long time. He had wanted her longer than that, but he had always believed there was some preppy f*cker driving a Corolla and wearing penny loafers destined to take her innocence. He’d been right too, but the rest didn’t go according to plan. She and the preppy f*cker were supposed to get married, buy a dog, and have a few kids so Alaine could retire without ever knowing what it was like to live how Chuito had lived.

Now she had just obliterated the last of his resistance with those dumb motherf*ckers who didn’t even have the decency to take care of business and do it right, leaving her alone and curious and still hopelessly in love with a gangster instead.