The Slayer (Untamed Hearts #2) (42 page)

He kissed her, softer than the other times, more reverently. Then he smoothed her hair away from her face with both hands and breathed into her mouth. “I’m sorry, mami.”

“It’s okay.” She clutched at his shoulders, feeling the tension in them. “We’ll be okay.”

“Yeah.” He buried his face in the curve of her neck, kissing and licking at the sensitive skin there. “But I will fucking
end him
if he talks about that mierda again.”

“You don’t have to end anyone.” She ran her hand through his hair, trying to tame the beast that seemed to be growling under the surface. Only then did she sense just how badly it had scared him, how violent the confrontation had made him. He’d managed to stay rational, to see all sides until now. “Shhh,” she whispered, because she didn’t know if Nova might be listening. “It’s okay.”

She got the impression she was blatantly lying to him.

Nothing about this situation was okay.

Alaine cupped his face and brought his lips to hers, swallowing his fury before things got worse. All the fear chose right then to rise up, and she needed to hide from it, at least for a little while. She didn’t want to think about what it meant to give Nova insurance, or what was going to happen with the Russians or the stolen Ferrari and the money that seemed to float around everywhere.

So much money.

Like it was nothing to them.

Instead she kissed Chuito as if it was their last night, like at any moment it could be snatched away from them, because in this old, forgotten house that was exactly what it felt like. She savored him in a way she hadn’t before, this strong, powerful, dangerous fighter who had been willing to give up so much for her. It made her appreciate him as more than just someone who had stolen her heart so long ago.

She appreciated him as a man.

As a warrior.

In a way, she supposed she appreciated him as a criminal too.

For the first time, she realized he was in his element, and seeing him in it made her understand how truly out of his element he had been in Garnet.

He wore the danger like it was made to be his.

When he pushed her against the mattress, she let him, opening wide to the thrust of his tongue into her mouth. She reached between them and tugged down the zipper to his hoodie. Then Chuito pulled away to toss his hat aside and rip the hoodie off. He threw the gun on the mattress like a deadly afterthought and grabbed at the back of his shirt, exposing the cut, muscular ridges of his abdominal muscles. She ran her hands up his sides, feeling the bare skin he exposed until the T-shirt ended up on the floor too.

She loved the way he looked with his shirt off. It’d been a constant tease, seeing his intimidating, cut, and decorated body. She pressed her lips to the cross above his heart, and he let her. He threaded his fingers into her hair and allowed her to touch him the way she had fantasized about for years.

It was strangely freeing, to just let go and love him unconditionally.

Maybe it was freeing for him too, because he pulled her over him after a while, his cock hard against her hip as he reached behind her and lowered the zipper to her dress.

“Let me see you, mami,” he whispered as he pushed at one strap and then leaned down to nip at her bare shoulder. “Let me see all of you.” He shoved the other strap aside, making the dress drop low enough to expose the fact that she wore no bra beneath it. “Coño, you have no idea what your body does to me. What seeing you does to me.”

“So show me,” she challenged as she placed a kiss against the curve of his neck where a mark from sex the night before still lingered. “Fuck me,” she whispered against his warm skin, feeling the foreign word on her tongue and finding it was exactly the right description for what she needed from him. “Please, Chu.”

She thought she heard material rip with the force Chuito used to pull her dress off. She didn’t care when he flipped their positions and the bed hit the wall hard enough to echo. Then he sat up, looming over her as he pulled her panties off, forcing them down her legs until she had to fight to kick them off.

She kept her heels on because they had cost Tino a small fortune. Chuito certainly wasn’t complaining as he ran a hand down her thigh and admired her spread out in front of him, legs wide, high heels on the edge of the mattress, with their pretty blue straps wrapping up around her calves.

“
Estas buenisima, mami. Te voy a comer
.” His voice was husky with need as he slipped a hand to the inside of her leg, opening her wider and looking down to the slim patch of red hair between her thighs. He fell back on his haunches and pulled at the button to his jeans before lowering the zipper, all the while watching her get wetter the longer he stared. “It’s pretty. So fucking pretty.”

“Is it?” she asked as she arched her hips for him.

“Oh, fuck, yes.” He groaned as he grabbed her legs, one in each big, rough, open palm, and buried his face between her thighs.

Alaine moaned when he dragged his tongue over the length of her. She screamed when he sucked on her clit, but then covered her mouth because they weren’t alone anymore.

Their prison was far away in Garnet.

Now they were exposed, but that didn’t seem to bother Chuito, because he reached up and grabbed her hand, forcing it away from her mouth as he swirled his tongue over her clit. She moaned and arched into the pleasure, holding him to her.

She didn’t know why it was so easy for him to drag it out of her like this. She wasn’t sure what it meant to her as a woman, that she needed him to help her find something she should be able to reach on her own.

But right then, it didn’t matter.

Chuito was there, his mouth on her and his tongue making the choked sounds of bliss burst out of her. She just let the storm go over her and then sweep her up in the wild tempest of ecstasy until she was sweating and writhing under him.

Fighting for the release that was right there.

So close.

She threw her hands back against the headboard and pushed her hips up as she tossed her head to the side. “Oh God, Chu!” She was panting with the pulsing need that made her skin dewy. It was like heaven and hell tied together. It felt so good, but it left her clawing for more, greedy and desperate as she lingered on the edge of oblivion for what seemed like forever. “Please, please, please!”

It was almost as if he enjoyed the tease, somehow got off on leaving her pleading and sweaty beneath him, because every time she was almost there, he would pull away from her clit to lick up the wet, sticky evidence of her desire. He sucked on the insides of her thighs, marking her there too, as if it was in his programming to need to see a brand on her skin.

Just when she thought she couldn’t take it another second, he easily pushed two fingers into her because she was so very wet. Alaine screamed when she came. Her pussy clenched around his fingers, milking them as he extended the pleasure for her. He kept stroking her when the tide waned to sharp, shuddering ripples of bliss as he licked his way up her body. He stopped to suck on her tits, making her jerk and moan beneath him.

Then Chuito grabbed her face, forcing her to blink up and see him looming over her, dark and predatory. When she licked her lips, he took the invitation, letting his tongue claim her mouth with a possessive kiss as he pushed his jeans past his hips.

The feel of his bare cock against her stomach had her shifting against him impatiently, her body clenching for more. She couldn’t help but wrap her legs around him, her heels catching on the belt loop to his jeans, but it didn’t matter because he thrust into her harder than he had the other times.

She cried out at the feel of him, long and thick, stretching her, making the pleasure molten.

They stayed tangled rather than stop.

It was sticky, hot, messy, with him moaning into her mouth and her fingers tight in his hair, clinging to him as they moved against each other.

“
No me importa
. Let them hear you’re mine,” he growled and then took her again, harder, making her arch and cry out before she could choke it back. He fisted her hair and licked up the line of her throat before he whispered into her ear, “’Cause you are…aren’t you, mami?”

She nodded, breathless, moaning as he thrust into her again, and promised him, “Yours. Only yours.” That seemed to affect him, because he took her faster, rougher, pulling her hair, grabbing her ass until she was coming in a wild, hot rush of pleasure that had her crying out, “God, Chu!”

Chuito came too, biting her shoulder when he did, holding back the sounds of pleasure, but she could still feel it under the surface, his muscles clenching as he slammed his hips against hers over and over again.

There was something about his pleasure that was almost violent.

Guilty.

Dangerous.

She knew why it scared him now.

But she let herself drown in it anyway.

She was still shaking from it when he pulled out of her and rolled her over so that she sprawled out on the bed. The sex didn’t stop like it did with other men; it just got more turbulent as he dragged his tongue all the way up from the base of her spine. It was slow, indulgent, as he crawled over her. She felt his low moan against her ear as he touched her, sliding his hand between her sticky thighs and teasing her until she was begging again.

Then he kicked off his jeans and shoes and took her from behind, the two of them bare save her high heels. He clutched at the headboard; she did too, and the sex sounded like a heartbeat, hard, thumping, until they were both completely spent.

Nothing about it was pretty, soft, flowery.

It was all so stark, but still undeniable.

Chuito pressed a kiss to her sweaty temple and pulled her into his arms so that he was curled around her like a protective blanket. “I love you, mami,” he whispered into the darkness, soothing all the rough edges of their romance with the absolute sincerity in his voice. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry.” She threaded his fingers with hers and held on. “Don’t apologize for loving me.”

He was quiet for a long time, because there wasn’t anything else to say. She dreamed of a marriage proposal from him. Now it was an afterthought, like the gun, tossed around by men who were discussing her destiny like the plague.

She decided not to bring up the conversation in the kitchen.

Alaine just lay there instead, curled into Chuito’s arms on an old mattress without sheets. She looked at the gun resting on the edge of the bed, studying the way it glinted in the moonlight.

She could hear dogs barking somewhere, the monotony of it broken up only by the sound of sirens wailing in the distance.

There was just noise.

Lots of noise.

As if the entire city was caught in chaos, and she found she couldn’t pass out like Chuito did. His breathing fell into a slow, steady rhythm, and she knew he was sleeping deeply because he probably hadn’t closed his eyes once since the last time they had ended up like this. Garnet seemed so far away, like a dream that was hard to remember.

She wasn’t sure how it could all disappear so quickly.

She still had her shoes on, and she finally decided to make good use of them. It took her a while to slowly and carefully crawl out of Chuito’s arms, because his hold on her was tight, as if even in sleep it was difficult for him to release her.

She fished Chuito’s phone out of his jeans pocket. Then she grabbed his hoodie off the floor and slipped her arms into it. She zipped it up and looked down at herself, seeing that it hung almost to her knees.

Good enough.

Hopefully she wouldn’t see anyone.

She made her steps light, wincing at the sound her heels made against the wood floor, but she didn’t dare take them off. The stairs creaked, which was unfortunate, but another siren roared by, and she used the opportunity to dash down the rest of the stairs.

She had left her bag in the car.

Maybe she’d charge Chuito’s phone with the car charger, since Tino still had her phone and they depended on these things so desperately while they stayed here cut off from the rest of the world.

“
Ciao
.”

Alaine jumped and turned toward the sound of the voice, finding Nova sitting on the floor in the living room, looking out the window that faced the warehouse. The light from his phone coated him in shadows as he took a drag of his cigarette, doing it like a movie star from days gone past. He had abandoned his jacket and tie. The top three buttons to his dress shirt were undone. The vest he wore made his muscled arms and broad shoulders look even more imposing. He tilted his head back, blowing out the smoke, and Alaine thought the next time she dreamed of the devil, he was going to have a different face.

“Still going through a thing, I hear,” he observed in that low-pitched, sardonic voice that was cynical enough to give her chills. “Now we
all
know why Chuito gets so fucking irrational when it comes to you.”

“That was rude of us,” she admitted, feeling her cheeks heat when he stared at her, his gaze running over her wearing nothing but Chuito’s hoodie. “I apologize.”

Nova held up his hand, as if it was the least of his concerns. “Fuck it. I’m starting to think I need to have the water in Garnet bottled. Look at my brother. Romeo lost his mind for Jules. He’s still nuts for her.”

“Do you resent that?” she couldn’t help but ask.

“I resent the two bullets Rome took because of it. All that shit could’ve been avoided. I’d like to avoid a similar situation with Tino. My brother can’t go to prison, Alaine. I will turn into something completely unholy if Tino goes down for this bullshit, and to be honest, I don’t want to see Chuito go down either. He did save Tino’s life. I’m indebted to him for that. I have a lot of fucking regrets in my life. What happened to Tino is number one on the list, and it was Chuito who pulled him off the ledge.”

“How did Chuito save his life?” Alaine asked, because she had been wondering about that earlier.

Nova turned to her in disbelief. “You don’t know?”

Alaine shook her head. “No.”

“Holy shit.” Nova sounded very pleasantly surprised. “I need more Puerto Rican friends. I really do. There are very few people in this world I believe would take a bullet for my brother. Chuito’s one of them. That’s something, Alaine. That makes him unique.”