Page 33 of My Desire (Mi Deseo)

“It’s certainly not my choice to marry that pig,” I growl, before snapping my mouth shut, worry flooding my chest as Alvaro’s warning comes back to me—anyone could use my words against me.

“I mean–I didn’t mean–”

Mero interrupts my stuttering, “Don’t worry, I won’t say anything. You can trust me.” He squats down, his blue eyes darkening. “I think he’s a fucking pig, too. If I could help you, Vicenta, I would.”

We hear the sound of Alvaro’s voice on the grounds outside as he speaks to one of the guards.

“Well, that’s my cue. You have yourself a nice evening, Vicenta. I hope we get to speak again.”

He picks up my hand and kisses my knuckles before moving toward the door. Just as he steps through, he turns back to me, a gleam in his blue eyes. “By the way, you got the cowboy part wrong.”

He laughs and shuts the door, leaving me to imagine what he looks like stripping naked and moving his body in a tantalizing way. I picture the blue-eyed Mero rolling his hips over me, his abs flexing as he dances to sexy music.

I blush and fan my face, deciding to take a cold shower before Alvaro sees me. No need to explain how the handsome night attendant opened the floodgate to my libido.

When I’m done, I lay back on my bed and pick up my phone, restarting the show I was into before Mero interrupted me. I watch the main character go through the spirals of falling for someone much younger than her, only to find out that he’s a raging psycho who wants to kill her moronic husband.

Just as episode seven begins, where all the pieces finally start to click together, Alvaro slides into my room wearing gray sweats and a white muscle shirt. He gives me a smile, but it doesn’t reach his eyes.

“What’s wrong?” I ask when he comes to my side, sitting on the bed and raising his brows at the paused image of the man and woman fucking on my phone.

I roll my eyes and click it off. “What’s—”

“It’s nothing,Bruja. Just a long day.”

I narrow my eyes at him, but take his answer because it’s obviously not my business. His daddy has him in a fucked up world, the same world I now find myself in, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to push for the dirty details of his work. If he wanted to tell me, I’m sure he would.

I pick my phone back up and begin the show again, but Alvaro’s green eyes burn holes into the side of my face.

“The bet is back on,” I tell him, keeping my eyes on the phone.

I hear him blow out a humored breath before my phone is snatched from my hand and tossed onto the bed stand beside him.

“Hey!” I whisper-yell, ready to reach over him and grab it, but he pushes me down onto my back, picking up almost exactly where he left off earlier.

Instead of being nestled between my legs, he lays beside me, using his elbow to prop himself up as he kisses me. There’s something different about the way his mouth moves against mine. I felt it earlier; it’s not rough and filthy, but careful and soft.

It’s the kind of kiss that says goodbye.

I’m not a professional kisser by any means—in fact, the only other guys I’ve ever kissed were as bad to me as I probably am to Alvaro— but I know something is off.

His hand slides down my body, his fingers undoing the buttons on my pajama shirt before squeezing and kneading my breasts, dipping his head to suck my nipple into his mouth.

I arch my back to him, wanting more of his licks and bites on my skin.

His hand slides further down, moving beneath my shorts and panties. He pushes up to watch me and I revel in the way he memorizes me, in the way he never wants to look away from me. I feel like the goddess of his dark desires.

“You are my beautiful curse,Bruja,” he says as he pushes a finger inside me, using his palm to rub against my clit, his movements picking up in speed.

“You’re mine.” He inserts another finger, curling both as I moan and roll my hips for more. “Only mine, Vicenta.” My climax hits me with his words, sending me over the edge while his lips meet mine once more, like two waves crashing against one another.

I try to hold him to me, but he pulls back and moves between my legs where he pulls off his muscle shirt. I sit up and let him remove the shirt from my body as I lick his chest, looking up at him when his green eyes roll back.

He softly pushes me back down to the mattress and hooks his fingers into the waistband of my shorts and panties, pulling both down slowly. This feels more intimate than any of the other times we’ve done this. It feels almost tragic and I can’t figure out why.

When his lips kiss up my leg, from my knee to the apex of my thighs, all thoughts and fears flee. His tongue moves against me, licking and sucking until the stars in my eyes blind me. I run my fingers over his short hair, moaning his name.

“Alvaro, please. I need you inside me.”

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