to regain my wits. “No offense, sweet thing. You don’t strike me as the killing kind.”
“No, but you do.” She smiles mischievously at me. I attempt to mask my surprise and wonder if she’s smarter than I thought. Does she know who I am and what I am supposed to do? I swallow hard and stare into her eyes trying to read her thoughts. “I didn’t put it together until a minute ago. A biker was seen fleeing the scene after my father was gunned down. You’re a biker. Maybe Consuela hired you to kill me too.”
“What if she did? Maybe I brought you here to kill you.” I grip her jaw and pull her head toward mine. “You ready to die?” I brush my lips over hers.
Her tongue presses between my lips tasting of danger and desire. The thought of dying turns her on. She’s more fucked in the head than I am.
Sybil pulls back. “We could kill them together. Your stepfather and my stepmother.”
Her gaze meets mine and she’s serious. I knew I saw a darkness in her, but I hadn’t realized how deep that darkness flows. “You think you got what it takes?”
“Do you?” Her breath falls against my lips, hot and needy. I pull her to my lap, her knees moving to either side to straddle me.
I smirk and wrap a hand around her throat, pressing my thumb where her clavicle meets her breastbone. “I could squeeze the air from your lungs till you begged me to either stop or kill you.”
Sybil rolls her hips, and I press my thumb harder.
“Does that turn you on?” I grit and rake my teeth along her jaw. A gasp leaves the part of her lips before I claim her mouth again. “What about your boy—the one at the club…he know he’ll never satisfy you?”
“I think deep down he does. He just doesn’t want to accept it.”
I grab her between the legs. “You ever give him a taste?”
Her hips shift and she rubs against my hand. “What do you think?”
“I think I’m going to carry you to bed, then I’m going to fuck your brains out, and tomorrow we will decide how we are going to commit double homicide and not get caught.”
“I like that,” she mutters, sealing our fate with a kiss.
Chapter 9
—Sybil
Diego moves to stand with my legs wrapped around his waist and my arms cradled around his neck. His firm hands support my butt as he carries me to the bedroom.
He curses under his breath as he jiggles the door handle. I bite the shell of his ear feeling like my true self. Diego doesn’t make the dark thoughts I keep hidden seem so crazy. I’ve never felt more drawn to anyone in my life. It’s wild because we hardly know one another, but I feel I have known him my whole life. Like I could tell him anything.
The door swings open and he flicks on the light. I glance over my shoulder at the large bed with a wooden head and footboard that appears to be made of natural wood. The rails that go across the top of the bed appear like curved branches. It’s beautiful. Diego drops me to the bed on the dark brown and tan comforter and smiles at me as he runs a hand through his dark hair. Behind the bed is a picture window with a view of a lake and a full moon that seems like it sits on the water’s edge. The view is breathtaking.
“Turn off the light,” I demand and pull my top over my head. I fling it at him, and he grins wider. The light flicks off and he closes the door. Moonlight washes over the room setting a soft and romantic glow to the room.
Tugging on his lip ring with his teeth he stalks toward me, kicking his boots off, and removing his clothing along the way. His chest is covered in tattoos as much his arms are. A grim reaper covers the left side of his torso. On the boney knuckles of the hand holding a scythe is a ring adorned with an O7 on it. The man is a work of inked art. I could stare at him for hours appreciating the canvas that is his skin. The bed dips under Diego’s weight as he sits on the opposite side of the bed.
We gaze at each other knowing that once we cross this line there is no going back. I’m about to give him the one part of me that has never been shared with another soul. He crawls across the bed like a predator. Resting his head on my shoulder he tells me, “Take these off.” Snaking an arm around my waist he unbuttons my jeans.
I should be nervous…maybe even a little scared but I’m not. Going up on my feet I stand with my back to him and shove the tight denim down my legs. I’m left standing in my undergarments. Blue lace triangles cover my intimate zones. Places no one has truly touched me skin to skin. No man has ever saw me naked. I’m not ashamed of my body. Nudity doesn’t bother me. I’m ready for this…for Diego. To give him the gift of my body. I’ve been waiting so long and after the way things went down with Jesus, I want this to happen on my terms.
“Turn around. Let me look at what’s mine.” The way he says the word with such raw possession sends a shiver coursing down my spine and to my toes. His fingers skim along the curve of my bottom. I feel his lips kiss the dimple at the small of my back and pepper up my spine. I turn into him, stepping between his thick thighs and smirking at his blue boxer briefs that match my lace in color. Those skillful lips press against my stomach as his hands grip my hips, his fingers biting into my bones. “You have the skin of a porcelain doll,” he murmurs between kisses working his way up my torso. I maneuver to straddle his lap, feeling the heat of his growing erection pressing at my center. I gaze into his blue eyes wanting to disappear in them. To get lost between the sheets with him and forget who I am for a while. A girl with a target on her back and a price on her head. A girl who wishes for death yet fears it.
I’ve been saving myself for the right person, but no one knows how I truly fear for the day Consuela will have me murdered like the rest of my family. I’m tired of being afraid and hiding away being a good girl who never does anything wrong or takes chances. I’m ready to live my life for me. I want to be with Diego, and I meant it when I said I want him to help me take that bitch out.
Moving his hands up my sides and around my back he unhooks my bra and returns my attention to the present. The straps slide down my arms with ease. I drop my bra to his lap. Diego flings it across the room and stares at me. “You’re beautiful. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything more pretty than you in this moment.”
My cheeks bloom a soft shade of red. “I bet you say that to all the girls.”
He smirks. “Maybe but I never meant it till now.” I gasp as he kisses my breast, sucking my nipple into his mouth. He caresses the taut skin with his tongue, repeating the action with the other. I squirm against the bulge in his boxer briefs, loving the sensation the friction creates. “That feel good?” he murmurs holding my hips in place and thrusting up.
A moan is the only response I give him. I jerk my hips craving that connection. Wanting to feel him rubbing against me.