Page 48 of His Enemy's Daughter
“I want to see you,” I murmur against her throat. “I want to watch you fall apart.”
I position her over my cock, letting her feel the hardness, the readiness. Her eyes flutter closed as I enter her slowly—giving her control, letting her set the pace.
But Regina doesn’t want control. Not now.
Her eyes open, and the fire I see there—defiance and desire and absolute trust—steals my breath.
“Fuck me, Mauricio.” Her voice is raw, husky. “Show me I’m alive.”
I’m not gentle this time. There’s no time for slow exploration, for gentle worship. This is claiming, marking, staking a claim against all threats. I drive into her with sharp, deep strokes that make her gasp, her fingers digging into my shoulders to hold on.
“Mauricio—”
“Look at me.” I catch her jaw, forcing her to meet my gaze. “I want to see you when you come.”
My thumb finds her clit, circling with the kind of focused pressure that makes her shudder. Her hips move to meet my rhythm, and suddenly we’re perfectly synchronized. We’re just two bodies in desperate, beautiful motion.
The build is faster this time, fueled by adrenaline and fear and the crushing awareness that every moment might be our last. Each thrust is a declaration, each touch a promise, each gasp a rebellion against the men who would own or destroy us.
“You’re so beautiful like this.” My voice is rough velvet. “So responsive. And you utterly belong to me.”
“Yours,” she gasps, her head falling back as pleasure builds to an unbearable peak. “Only yours.”
The words undo me. I increase the pressure on her clit, thrusting deeper, harder, until her body arches with a cry that’s part pleasure, part surrender.
“Come for me, Regina.” My command is low, demanding. “Now.”
She shatters—clamping down around me, her orgasm washing through her in waves that make my vision white. I follow her over with a groan, my release flooding her, sealing this connection, making permanent what we’ve started between us.
I hold her afterward—both of us trembling, breathing hard, marked by each other in ways that will show for days. Her head rests over my heart, and I feel her pulse gradually slow from frantic to something approaching calm.
“We should move,” she murmurs against my chest, but neither of us shifts.
“Five more minutes.” I tighten my arms around her, memorizing how this feels. “Then we go to war.”
“Together?”
“Always together.” The promise feels dangerous to make, but I mean it with every scarred piece of my soul. “You’re mine now, Regina. Whatever comes next—whatever Sabino throws at us—we face it as partners.”
“Partners who occasionally have earth-shattering sex?” A smile enters her voice.
“Frequently have earth-shattering sex,” I correct. “I’m not a man who does anything halfway.”
Her laugh is soft, genuine, the sound of someone who’s finally starting to believe freedom might actually be possible. “Good. Because I’m done with half-measures too.”
We lie there as full dawn spills through the window, gilding everything it touches. Outside, the city’s waking up to our death warrants—twenty million reasons for Regina to disappear, five million for me to stop breathing. By noon, every desperate bastard with a gun will be hunting us.
But here, wrapped around each other, we’re untouchable. Temporary sanctuary before the storm, stolen moments of peace before battle.
“I’m going to kill your father,” I tell her quietly. “Not for revenge anymore. Not even for justice. But because he hurt you, and no one gets to hurt what’s mine without consequences.”
“Fake father,” she corrects softly. “He’s a monster. One we’re going to destroy together.”
I kiss her forehead. It’s my way of sealing the promise with a kiss that speaks louder than words.
Then we rise, dress, and prepare for war—two people who’ve learned that sometimes survival means burning everything down and building something new from the ashes.
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