Page 60 of Love Bites
Katheryn felt her cheeks flush. “There’s no need to gloat, Ortiz.”
He chuckled as he slid up her body. “Not gloating, love,” he said as he entered her in a powerful drive that brought a gasp of pleasure. “I missed being inside of you.”
He stroked and thrust, over and over until Katheryn screamed his name again, until he screamed hers, then together, they lost themselves in the comfortable euphoria that was home.
30
“I’ve missed you,” Ignacio repeated as he held Katheryn in his arms some time later. She felt so good against his bare skin, just as he remembered it, soft, creamy, and delicious. He’d lost count to how many times he had made love to her, but it had been many. He couldn’t get enough of her. But now, they were entwined, and it was time to talk about what had happened.
“I know,” she chuckled. “You said that already.”
He held her tightly against his chest as if his arms were a shield to protect her from unpleasantries. “I’ll keep saying it until it ceases to be true.”
She sighed and leaned into him. “I’m so glad you found me.”
“What happened, Katheryn?” he asked finally. He almost dreaded the answer, dreaded to hear what that bastard had done to her. She tensed in his arms, which only seemed to confirm his suspicions. He growled low in his throat and flipped her around so she faced him. “What did that bastard do to you, Katheryn? Did he—”
Katheryn shook her head.
“He didn’t r—” She cleared her throat as if saying the word pained her. “He didn’t rape me, Ignacio.”
Though the answer gave him some relief, he couldn’t relax. There were other methods used to torture people. “Whatdidhe do to you?”
Ignacio’s grip tightened as he searched Katheryn’s bright-blue eyes. They shone with tears she let fall freely. He buried her face against the crook of his neck as his fear grew.
“Talk to me, love.”
“Oh, Ignacio!” She gripped him tighter then broke down and told him everything that had happened to her since leaving him in Spain.
He listened with sadness and growing rage as she recounted the events. Ignacio’s heart broke for his Soul Mate when she told him how she’d been forced to defend herself and beat the man with a curtain rod in order to escape.
“You did what you had to do, love,” he reassured her. “I’m sorry. It’s my fault you had to go through this nightmare. I should have protected you…” His throat tightened with emotion, and tears fell from his eyes.
Katheryn looked at him in disbelief. “But it wasn’t your fault, Ignacio! It’s Hunter’s!”
Ignacio didn’t know what to say, so he simply nodded.
Katheryn snuggled closer to him. “Thanks for coming for me.”
“I’d follow you to the ends of the earth, my love.”
31
Acouple of hours later, as it neared sunrise, Katheryn sat at the edge of the bed, flipping through channels on the TV. Although her body had been exhausted hours ago, now she felt wide awake. Ignacio was in the bathroom, showering before bed.
She clicked the remote mindlessly for a while, then a sudden pounding at the door startled her. She looked toward it in surprise and shut off the TV. No one should be knocking at their door. No one knew where they were. She stood up and stared uncertainly at the door then called out to Ignacio.
“Did you order room service?”
She heard him answer no and that he’d be out soon. Her gaze returned to the door as the knock sounded again.
Hunter.He has eyes everywhere.
Fear churned her stomach and crept up her throat. The urge to vomit hit her. She clutched tightly at her stomach.
“Ignacio!” she called out fearfully. She needed him beside her, needed to feel his strength.
The pounding resumed, and her heart jumped in her chest. Suddenly, the door burst open, and in poured a dozen or so men, each carrying a gun aimed directly at Katheryn.
