Page 92 of Bastard
He sets me away from him. “I want you.”
My grin spreads like wildflowers. “Then come and get me.”
“You know what I am, right?”
I blink at the frustration in his tone.
“A fool. A goddamn fool.” He gently cups my jaw with his fingers and forces me to look at him. “Tell me to go to hell.”
“Go to hell after you fuck me.”
“Tell me to leave you alone.”
“Take. What. You. Want.”
“Luciana.”
“Hayden.” I pause, watching the conflict unfold across his expression.
“Luciana. Beautiful, naïve Luciana.” He reaches for the buttons on my shirt. I hold my breath as he undresses me and then himself.
With swift, sure movements, he sweeps me up and off my feet. “Grab the branch overhead.”
I reach up and take hold.
“Lift.”
With my legs wrapped around his waist and my heels digging into his ass, I hoist my weight off him, giving him time to open the condom he’s produced and to slide it over his erection.
“Hold on tight.” He jerks his hips upward and thrusts into me. Filling me with his warmth, making me moan as he drives into me.
“Ride me. Let me feel the weight of you bearing down on me.”
On his next thrust, I do just that, relaxing my hold and dropping onto him. “Dios mío,” I cry out. He’s impossibly, delightfully deep.
“In the next twenty-four hours, I’m going to fuck you every way imaginable until neither of us can walk,” his voice whispers into my neck. “And you’re going to be mine in every sense of the word.”
My thoughts are a whirlwind.
My emotions high.
I can’t think, can only feel. The gentle breeze that’s kicked up, the warmth of the body wrapped around me, him pounding into me, so powerful, so out of control.
He grunts, and I feel him shake seconds before he releases into me. And I’m right there with him, my orgasm rolling through me on the next downward drop. His lips find mine and he kisses me through it.
At some point, I’m no longer holding onto the branch, my arms instead wound around his shoulders.
I’m more alive in this moment than I’ve ever been. Knowing I did this to him. Knowing he’s lost control because of me.
When he withdraws and sets me gently on the ground, I keep quiet.
We shake out our clothing. Each of us subtly glancing at the other, though I’d give a thousand pesos to find out what he’s thinking right now. It’s only after we finish dressing that I hear him snort.
“Fuck.”
My eyebrows arch in alarm.
“I want you again.”
