She wanted him inside her so badly.
Belle hated herself for her weakness. It wasn’t fair, nor was it right for her to want this man. He was a killer, but he was still Diego. Still her Diego.
He drove her crazy as he suddenly spun her away from him. He pressed her hands against the tile, sucking on her neck, right over her pulse. His hands tilted her body forward, and he kicked open her thighs, exposing her.
She cried out as his fingers moved between her spread legs, touching her pussy. Two fingers teased over her clit before sliding down to penetrate inside her.
He removed his fingers as he bit her ear. “You can hate me all you want, but your body doesn’t lie. It wants me, Belle. It wants my cock inside you.”
“Please,” she said.
“Tell me you want me.”
She whimpered.
“If you want to come on my cock, tell me you want me. Tell me you want this.” He cupped her tits, pinching the peaks as he did.
“Please, Diego.”
“Tell me.” He growled the words against her skin.
“Fuck me, Diego. Please, I need you inside me.”
He pushed her forward, spreading the cheeks of her ass. She gasped as he slammed to the hilt inside her. From this angle he felt thicker, fuller. He pulled out of her, only to slam back inside. His grip went to her hips, holding her tightly as he pounded inside her, over and over.
She screamed his name, not wanting him to stop. To keep on claiming her. To fuck her. To own her.
He let go of her hip long enough to tease her clit. The touch was all she needed to throw herself into orgasm. She pushed back against his pounding cock. Diego wasn’t done with her though. He kept on stroking her, clearly wanting her to find a second release.
She didn’t think it was possible to have a second one, not after everything they had experienced together in a matter of hours, but once again, Diego proved her wrong.
The second orgasm took her by surprise and completely shook her to the core as he fucked her hard. Her pussy tightened around him, wanting more of what he could give, desperate and hungry for it.
“Yes, please, yes,” she said.
“Fuck, Belle, I love you so much. There’s no way I could ever stop this. I don’t want to.”
He slammed in deep as he came, his cock pulsing his cum inside her.
“You didn’t pull out,” she said.
“I’ll never pull out, and I won’t ever use a rubber between us again.” He stroked her back.
“You’re going to make sure I can’t leave.”
“Belle, you need to understand, you’re never leaving. You belong to me, and there’s no way I’m going to let you go.”
He pulled out of her, and she stood up. She didn’t move as he washed her body. He didn’t use a sponge, but his hands as he soaped her body. Next, he took care of her hair. She was relieved he didn’t use another woman’s washing gel. That would have been a huge insult.
“What is your fiancée like?” she asked.
He paused in washing her body. She had taken him by surprise. Good. She was tired of being the only one who was surprised.
“You don’t need to worry about Charlotte.”
“Her name’s Charlotte?”
“Yes.”
“It’s a pretty name.”
“I have no desire to talk about her, Belle, and neither should you.”
“Why not? She’s going to be a big part of your life, right? Isn’t that the point of all marriages?”
He turned off the water. “I know what you’re trying to do. It’s not going to work.”
“What? I’m trying to figure out more information on my boyfriend’s fiancée.”
“No, what you’re trying to do is create a distance between us. It’s not going to work. You can hate me all you want, I’ll accept it. I don’t love Charlotte. I don’t want her as my wife. I want you.”
“Me?”
“Yes, and until I can figure out how to have you, I’ve got to continue on with this farce of a wedding.”
“You think I’d marry you?” She gasped as he cupped her face, tilting her head back.
“In a heartbeat. You’re angry. You’re saying stuff you don’t really mean. It’s why it hurts so much. You want to take back all the angry things you’ve said.” He kissed her. “Don’t worry about it. I’m not angry with you. I can take whatever you throw at me, because I know you’re doing it because you love me.”
“Love shouldn’t make you angry.”
“Love makes you do crazy fucking things like lie to the girl so she doesn’t know who you are. Love makes you keep up the false pretense because you couldn’t stand to have her know the truth. I didn’t ask for this life, Belle. I was fucking born into it. There’s no way out for me, but you have given me a glimpse of everything I missed out on. I will never stop loving you.”