Unshackle (Deliver 7)

Sweaty and breathless, he started moving, thrusting, and fucking her mouth with his tongue. She grabbed his necktie, lifted along his length, and lowered, dipping him inside her oh-so-slowly.

He couldn’t take it. With his hands on her waist, he took the reins. Then he took her fully, setting the tempo, widening her thighs, and pumping into heaven, his body a piston of pent-up urgency and hunger.

She clawed at his neck, his shoulders, holding onto him as if wrestling for every inch of closeness. Their lips smashed and bruised, teeth clashing, tongues hitting and sliding, too frantic and reckless to execute a real kiss.

But it was more than real. It was what every kiss should be. Untrained. Unhinged. Just pure raw fire.

He drove his hips harder, hitting the spot inside her that would send her into rapture. She clenched her thighs around him, pulling herself closer, moaning helpless sounds of want.

Yeah, she was close, her gasps becoming shallower, her cunt growing slicker. He fucked her steadily, completely, knowing no man—not even the two in the room—had ever possessed her the way he owned her now. In this, she was his alone.

At the edge of his awareness, he heard arguing. A glass crashed. A door slammed, taking Vera’s angry voice with it.

Reality crept in.

He felt things for this woman, feelings too new to analyze. Maybe he was crazy, but it wasn’t one-sided. She felt something, too.

By no means could the cartel get a whiff of it. Not until he had a plan. As much as Luke wanted to carry Gina out in tender embrace, he couldn’t. The cartel needed to believe what they witnessed tonight was just a moment. Just sex. Nothing more. And he needed her cooperation to pull it off.

She slipped her hands along his arms, holding tight as he trailed his lips across her cheek, into her hair, peppering slow feverish kisses.

At her ear, he tasted her sweet skin and whispered, “You hate me. The instant you come, show them exactly how much. Then leave. Go to my room. Tomas will make sure you arrive safely.”

She leaned back and searched his eyes. Their hips came together, grinding in a fusion of conflict and intimacy. He watched her closely, looking for a sign that she understood.

But she was already lost, drowning in the grip of pleasure. Jesus fuck, she was coming, straining against his hold, her body shaking, her voice whispering in Spanish over and over.

The splendor of her surrender was his undoing. He increased his strokes, the intensity beyond anything he’d ever experienced as he clutched her neck and roared, releasing himself in hard, violent jets. He came and came on the verge of passing out.

Until a hand crashed across his face, shooting blinding pain through his jaw.

He blinked, panting, and she punched him again.

“I hate you.” She shoved off his cock, jumped from his lap, and straightened her dress in a raging fit. “What do you think just happened? That I wanted it? Fuck no! That was coercion. Rape. You sick, unholy bastard!”

“That’s what they all say.” He tossed her a grin and rubbed his jaw. “Try not to come so hard next time.”

A livid flush spread up her neck. She flexed her hands, pivoted, and raced out of the room.

He didn’t have to signal Tomas. His friend was already moving, hot on her heels.

She did it. Exactly what he’d told her, she pulled it off. Pride filled his chest. Whether she liked it or not, she was on his team now.

She was his.

Vera, Alejandro, and all the girls had vacated the room, leaving him alone with the cartel capo.

Nervousness set in, but he didn’t let it show.

“Women.” With a sigh, he removed the condom and stashed it, along with her discarded panties, in his pocket. Then he straightened his clothes and zipped up.

“You can’t live with them, so just fuck them and kill them. Si?” With a chuckle, Marco stood and set a drink in Luke’s hand. “Congratulations, my friend. Now tell me how you did it.”CHAPTER 17She sat in John’s bathtub, hugging her knees to her chest as unanswered questions pounded in her head.

When the water cooled, she let it out and refilled it again. With each passing minute, her hands turned pruney, her heart numb.

After leaving Alejandro’s quarters an hour ago, she’d headed straight here. Not because John had commanded it. But because she needed to talk to him, to find out what was real and what was an act.

He’d put his hands and mouth all over that hateful bitch. Was he with her now? Kissing her? Thrusting between her legs?

Gah! She yanked at her hair. Why did she care who he was with?

More importantly, why had she willingly swallowed his cock and fucked his damn brains out? What made him so different than the others?