Page 2 of Come Alive
“Youtalked. I didn’t agree.” He squeezed me tighter, forcing my cheek onto his chest.
His skin was hot as his heart beat loudly in my ear.
It’s been a week.
A week since he killed Daniel. A week since I crossed the line with him and Kazi. A week since I realized therapy was decidedlynotworking.
“No, it wouldn’t be the worst,” I admitted, desire churning sporadically in my belly.
James’s face flashed through my mind for the thousandth time. I still hadn’t returned his calls. Answered his emails.
Mateo pursed his lips. “Are you thinking of that man again? Of James? I told you I would bring him to you on his knees. You only have to say the word.”
I punched his shoulder softly. “No.”
I slept with my best friend’s dad. And now I can’t keep him out of my head.
I would tell Izzy when the time was right—after the reunion—and then I would let them become one happy fucking family and mosey my way out of it. I wanted her to delve into her darkest desires, and I didn’t want to ruin it by telling her about myrun-inwith hershould-be-dead-father.
I could get away with the first time we fucked…I didn’t know any better.
At least that’s the lie I kept telling myself.
But if I went after him again? If I followed through with what I actually wanted…
“Mi pequeña abeja.” Mateo tugged me up further into his arms and off of the ground, forcing me to wrap my legs around his bulky frame.
He marched us out of the bathroom, tossing me onto the bed in the same room as before, but now the window was fixed. The window Daniel—my stalker ex—had broken to get tome.
Landing with anoomph, I offered him my most cantankerous glare. “I told you to stop calling me that. I’m not a fucking bee!”
Mateo cocked a hand on his hip, staring down his nose at me.
“I’m tired of your fucking moping. You haven’t left this room. You haven’t spoken to Kazi or me. You can’t pretend we aren’t here. You’re going to hurt Kazi’s feelings,” Mateo admonished.
Raising an eyebrow and leaning up on my elbows, I laughed. “But not yours?”
“Not mine.” His tongue lashed out, wetting his lips.
I watched the movement in a trance.
“I know how much you want me.” He smirked in challenge. “Now answer my fucking question,mija.Would it be so bad if you got pregnant?”
My breath stuttered uncomfortably from my chest. An image appeared in my mind, of a faceless bundle in my arms. Of my men surrounding me. Allthreeof them. “No,” whooshed from my lips unwillingly.
Mateo offered a knowing smile before stalking forward and pouncing onto me, thick thighs pushing me flat onto the mattress.
His bulky frame bracketed my body firmly down without crushing me. Even trapped beneath him, it didn’t put me on edge. No…it did something else entirely.
“Get off of me you oaf.” Shifting, I attempted to reach between us, to push him off of me, but it didn’t work.
“Yara.” My name was a growl. Deep and vocal, vibrating between us as he shifted down, watching me intently. The movement caused his addictive woodsy scent to fall onto me, and I inhaled it greedily. Not realizing how much I missed it until this very moment.
My eyes found his—dark and swirling in adoration and mirth. The typical mahogany hue, nearly black.
“Mateo,” I warned.
“Do you want me to fuck you? To fill you with my cum? To soak inside of you and let you milk me? Tobreedyou and tell you how well you take me?”
