Page 128 of Liar
“When you love the men in your life as deeply as I do, you do whatever is necessary to survive.”
Diego clears his throat.
My husband turns to stare at me.
Say it. Why won’t you say it?
He returns to looking out the window. And I remind myself of all the ways he’s shown his love for me, even if he refuses to give voice to it.
The helicopter lands in Loreto, and a waiting car takes us to the Hole. My brother, who is sporting a winsome smirk that shows off his dimples, disappears with the doctor. Javier offers me a quick nod before heading off to bed. Another Lobo escorts me to my husband’s room, one I’ve never been inside of.
I wait for him, feeling slightly nervous, like it’s our wedding night all over again. Why I feel this way is unsettling in itself. We’re married, truly married. Life is about to get better. With more time to spend on each other and less time struggling to find ways to survive. Hayden is in charge now. Peace will prevail.
So why am I on edge?
The door bursts open with a crash. My husband enters, suit jacket over his shoulder and shirt unbuttoned to the waist. He stalks by, enters the bathroom, then shuts the door behind him.
Ignoring me. But why?
I should give him space. I should let him come to me. Yet, with everything that’s happened, I just can’t. I need to feel the heat of him. I need to feel him moving inside me.
So, I pick the lock and bump the door open with my hip.
I step inside and stop short when I find him leaning against the sink,waitingfor me.
“You never leave well enough alone.”
“Don’t shut me out.” I lift my chin. “I’m not a mind reader. You bottle everything up inside. If you’ve got something to say, say it.”
He narrows eyes at me.
“Are you angry at me?”
I feel it before it happens. Something inside him snaps. “You could have been killed.”
“Youcould have been killed.” I toss his words back at him.
He takes hold of my hips, spins me around, then bends me over the sink.
“Dead, Luciana.Muerta.”
The sound of his zipper has my eyes going wide. Does he mean to ...
He dips two fingers into me, finds me wet, then with a muffled curse, shoves himself inside me with enough force to drive me up on my toes.
“Sí. Like that,” I gasp.
I hold onto the sink as he does as I ask, pounding into me at a furious pace. Like a man possessed. Like he can’t get deep enough.
Far from gentle. Mating with me.
Fucking me.
And I like it. My entire body shakes with need.
He changes position and angles up.
And I see stars.
