His fingers were under the waistband of my yoga pants, peeling them down my legs as if he had all night to ruin me for any other man.

  “Tell me,” he insisted and pulled the material free from my feet. When he blew across the crotch of my panties, I threw my arm over my face.

  When was the last time Malcolm had bothered to tempt me this way, to make me feel as if I was the only woman in the world? Hell if I knew, the fucking bastard.

  The softness of his lips startled me as he pressed them against the sensitive area above my mound. Oh, God. Now he was using his teeth to lower my thong. Oh, I was going to die.

  “Because you’re a bad man.”

  “Yes, I am.”

  That wasn’t a good enough reason? Holy crap. What did the man want from me? “You’re going to kill me in the end.”

  “I already told you that will not happen.” He lifted his head once again, but my vision was too foggy to see him. At least not like I wanted. I need to bask in all his naked glory, indulging in that sweet moment of seeing his throbbing shaft for the first time.

  My underwear disappeared, tossed aside as unwanted and suddenly, I was lying naked on my chipped Formica table about to be feasted on by a crazed and very dangerous Spanish intruder.

  I guess there could be worse things to happen to a girl.

  “But I guess you’ll need to trust me,” he added.

  “Uh-huh.” I cinched my eyes closed, dragging my tongue across my bottom lip and clenching my pussy muscles when he opened my legs.

  Suddenly, my thighs were over his shoulders. I snuck a peek and could easily drown in the sultry look he was giving me.

  As soon as his tongue glided across my folds, I jerked up, gasping for air like I’d never done before. In response, he wrapped his arms around my thighs, spreading me all the way open, totally exposed.

  I still didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, but as he pressed me down, I did a little of both.

  Everything about the moment was wicked, but as his lips latched onto my clit, the shot of electricity was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. I snapped my hand down, grabbing a fistful of his hair, pulling to the point he had to feel pain.

  If he’d even noticed, I’d be surprised. He was too busy concentrating on turning me into a puddle. He kept me anchored to the spot, not that I was going anywhere. I merely kept my eyes closed, my mouth pursed as I struggled to breathe.

  Or think.

  Or have any common sense.

  Oh, who cared?

  He swiped his tongue up and down my pussy several times, once again taking my tender bud between his teeth. The combination was incredible, the man dragging me closer and closer to the edge.

  Every swipe of his tongue became a tease, every heated puff of air an aphrodisiac.

  I cried out the second he filled me with his fingers, the pressure causing me to open my eyes. Now I was staring at my ugly ceiling. But there was nothing ugly about the man eating his fill.

  What was not to like? Every muscle was in perfect proportion without an ounce of fat. His broad shoulders tapered into a thin waist with an impeccable V fading under the waistband of his cargo pants. Oh, how my mouth watered to see the prize underneath.

  He curled his fingers, hitting the perfect spot, the one no man had ever reached and my concentration was blown to bits. His fingers were masterful with my sweet spot, once again driving me to the edge, but backing off. His torment was blinding and beautiful.

  Writhing like crazy, I could tell I was sputtering, not making any sense given the sheer pleasure. His actions became even rougher, pushing me to heights I’d never reached before. I tossed my head back and forth, panting like a crazed animal. One hand was tangled in his hair, the other gripping the edge of the table. I was holding on for dear life.

  But he wasn’t finished yet even as every muscle tensed and I was truly flying.

  “Oh. My. Fucking. God,” I cried out, immediately slapping a hand over my mouth. I doubted he wanted any of my neighbors to come bursting into my apartment.

  “Cry out all you want, Christine. I won’t stop until I hear you shout my name.”

  Was he kidding me? He was worried about being discovered by God knows who and he wanted me to shout his name?

  I wasn’t certain I had it in me. The throbbing in my pussy continued as he slowed his licks, once again returning to suck on my now sensitive clit.

  He pressed kisses against my inner thighs, his whispered breath creating goosebumps.

  There was something so primal about what he was doing that I remained in awe. Was I really experiencing something so incredible or was this nothing but an amazing dream?

  Maybe he read my mind.

  Maybe I’d blurted out something like ‘more,’ but he rose to his full height, allowing my legs to dangle.

  I rose onto my elbows, my head so heavy I had to loll it to the side. As he leaned over again, I managed to tilt my head so I could look him in the eye.

  Gorgeous.

  The perfect word for such an atrociously sexy man.

  He kissed me as he’d done before, immediately thrusting his tongue inside and I could taste myself on him. Sweet yet tangy. Maybe a little like cherries. I giggled into the kiss, daring to touch him as I’d done before. My fingers were instantly seared as a rush of heat cascaded up my arm.

  The feeling was so dirty that I was instantly thrown into another desire. He needed to be fucking me. Using me. Whatever he wanted, I just didn’t care. As long as I could feel his cock pulsing inside.

  He pulled away long enough to lick my bottom lip before standing as he’d done before. Only this time, he pulled me all the way to the edge of my table.

  His eyes never left mine as he unfastened his belt. Forced to swallow, I was certain I’d pass out. He wasted no time, his desire as intense as mine. His shaft was huge, long and throbbing, the veins on the side purple just like the tip.

  Then he jerked me up and when I felt his hot, hard length brushing across my clit and swollen folds, I couldn’t hold back the excited moan. Wild horses couldn’t stop me from allowing the ragged sound to explode.

  “That’s it. I love hearing you,” he teased again just as he thrust the entire beautiful length deep inside. My core was on fire as he stared into my eyes. If I didn’t know he had no plans on stopping, I’d say he was asking my permission. Who was I to turn him down? Not now.

  I bit my lip and nodded just in case, instantly rewarded with another hard plunge. I’d never felt so full in my life. My muscles were clamping around his thickness, somehow managing to draw him in even deeper. Was that possible?

  His cock was surging. My pussy was clenching.

  My mind was spinning.

  He lifted me even higher until my breasts were crushed against his chest. Higher still until I was certain I’d fall off the edge. But he was holding me, keeping me aloft as he fucked me. We stared into each other’s eyes, talking without saying anything.

  I couldn’t breathe and didn’t care, so lost in the pleasure that nothing else mattered.

  I was flying higher and higher, moving into a stratosphere I’d never been in.

  He never blinked, only fucked me as if this was the last time. The only time. I wrapped my legs around his thighs, taking gasping breaths.

  My moans turned into whimpers as his grunts turned into growls. Every sound he made fueled the roaring fire burning between us.

  The pressure between us built as he continued, every move the man made in perfect orchestration to what I needed.

  And what I’d craved for so very long.

  Kruz ground himself against me, pushing me higher until there was nothing left but utter rapture.

  I threw my head back, gasping as the moans continued to escalate. Soon, there was nothing left, no ability to hold back the dam. As my body stiffened, his actions became even more brutal.

  I was flying high.

  Desperate for more.

  My hunger needing satisfaction.

  “Come for me, mi pequeño pastel. Come on my cock.”

  There was nothing else to be said, nothing that I could do to stop the explosion. As an orgasm swept through me, I began to soar. We ground together, writhing in ecstasy as the climax came in wave after wave.

  “Yes. Yes. Kruz. Oh, God, Kruz.” I screamed his name, no longer caring if anyone heard us.

  He held me in place, thrusting even harder, filling me to the point my pussy muscles ached. Everything about this moment was incredible.

  Higher.

  Flying.

  Soaring.

  I couldn’t feel my legs.

  My arms were tingling.

  My toes curled.

  Every sound he made, his whispers in Spanish kept the arousal going higher.

  And higher.

  I feared I’d crash into sweet oblivion.

  As I started to come down, I gripped his shoulder with one hand, digging my nails into his skin. He’d yet to come, his cock rock hard as he slowed his pace.

  How the hell could the man hold back? We were both panting and I lolled my head against his shoulder. Everything about him was so entirely different than anyone I’d been with. He caressed my hair, stroking my back with his callused fingers and I knew I’d died and was tasting a little bit of heaven.

  Right before I’d be dragged back to hell for my sins.

  But I didn’t care.

  He lifted my head, guiding my chin with a single finger. “We’re not finished yet, my beautiful Christine. In fact, we’re just beginning.”

  CHAPTER 5

  Kruz

  An unexpected madness.

  That’s what I’d call my behavior, a slip into brief but extremely pleasurable insanity.

  However, just tasting Christine’s lips had awakened a deep, dark, and highly sadistic craving that I hadn’t experienced in one hell of a long time. She was sweet and vulnerable with the spirit of a warrior. Her resolve both surprised and irritated me while arousing the darkness.

  Perhaps I was overanalyzing the intense sensations, the powerful need to consume every inch, but for a man conditioned to serve, the shift in desires proved to be highly irresistible.

  Her eyes were glassy, her breath ragged and her touch burning my skin.

  I rubbed my hands between her legs while inhaling her sweet feminine wiles. She’d gushed on my cock, filling my mouth with her delightful taste.

  And dear God, I wanted more.

  Insatiable.

  That’s what I’d call my actions.

  I yanked her down, twisting her voluptuous body and bending her over the edge of the table. Remnants of dinner remained, packets of soy sauce and hot mustard, napkins and cheap plastic-ware. None of it mattered. I swept my arm across the items, pitching them to the floor.

  She laughed nervously and tossed her long hair over her shoulder as she tried to determine what I was doing.

  In response, I cracked my hand against her bottom. The tingling effect was delicious.

  So I did it again.

  Her moans lingered in my ears much like her scent filled my nostrils, awakening every pore.

  Using my knee, I pressed her legs open even wider until only her toes were touching the floor. It dawned on me once again I didn’t know much about her, but that made the sinful act even more delicious.

  With my lips partially open, I kissed her neck, dragging my tongue down her back. She shuddered, fisting and flexing her fingers. There was nothing I couldn’t do with her.

  To her.

  She’d surrendered in ways I hadn’t anticipated.

  I rubbed my fingers down her spine, smacking her bottom three times in rapid succession. Just the light blush color that appeared spurred me on. I craved to see my handprint seared into her skin.

  Maybe I was an asshole. Perhaps I was no good for her. But nothing mattered except devouring every inch.

  When I brushed my fingers down the crack of her ass, she pushed up from the table.

  “Don’t worry, my little cake. When I take you here, and I will take every single inch, you’ll scream in pleasure.” I smacked her buttocks twice more to keep her rapt attention. “However, there is nothing wrong with a little pain. That enhances the rapture.”

  My dick throbbed, more so than usual.

  I could easily fuck her for hours.

  Why the hell not?

  There was no place to be, a new plan established in my mind. And sweet Christine would become my accomplice.

  A grin on my face, I rubbed my cockhead up and down between her rounded cheeks. Leaning over, I nuzzled her neck, pressing my lips against her heated skin. She shuddered in my hold, every sound adding fuel to the raging fire.

  When I bit her neck, she pushed up again. We were so close, perfectly matched, her soft skin in direct contrast to my hard body. I pressed the tip against her wetness, taking my time as I pushed my cock in by only an inch.

  Stiffening, she kept her head turned just enough I was able to see the shimmer dancing across her skin. There was nothing quite like the feel of her muscles constricting around my shaft as I plunged the remainder inside.

  “Oh… Yes,” she muttered. Even the sound of her voice was a turn-on. I slid my hands underneath, cupping and squeezing her breasts. She sobbed just once when I pinched her nipples. God, she was perfect in every way, exactly what I’d wanted for far too long.

  The liquid heat became more extreme, our carnal sounds filtering into the room. It was glorious, almost as much as how wet she’d become.

  I should have left, seeking another hiding place.

  I hadn’t.

  And why?

  Because something inside me had snapped; my cock had reacted at the first words from her mouth.

  Closing my eyes, I pumped deep inside, marveling just how hot and wet her pussy remained. We were sweaty and hot, the damn Miami heat permeating the entire apartment.

  Was the goddamn air conditioning working?

  Or was the slickness, the explosive heat a powerful reaction to our electric connection? Whatever the case, breathing was becoming more difficult. Every smile, so tentative and uncertain, had drawn me in.

  The way she looked in the clothes clinging to her round hips and luscious breasts had driven me into an intolerable place.

  I cracked my hand against her bottom three more times, grinning as her skin shifted into a sweet shade of crimson.

  Our bodies melded together and I kept her aloft, pumping long and hard into her tight pussy. Every muscle was tense and every sound she made was driving me to the point of release. We were both crazed and she threw her hands back, gripping my thighs. I twisted her nipples until she cried out.

  The heat became more explosive.

  My heart was beating out of control.

  My needs increasing.

  Her pussy clenched even more, pulling me in so deep I was lost in her. As her breathing stilted and started, soft words sputtering from her mouth, I sensed she was close to another even more powerful climax.

  I did what any bad man would. I fucked her more savagely, lowering her to the table and gripping her hips. With my fingers dug into her skin, every sound of our bodies melding together, breathless grunts and moans kept me satisfied.

  “Yes…” She screamed once again and all I could do was smile.

  Beads of sweat dripped to her back, rolling ever so slowly as the moment continued.

  She whispered my name over and over again, the soft syllables pushing me past the edge. With three brutal pumps, I finally released.

  Every breath ripped away, my chest was heaving. I kept my eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling as my cock continued filling her.

  There were too many potential issues for my mind to be wandering to reckless endeavors.

  I should have walked away when I’d had the chance.

  Now there was a strange, unwanted sense of possessiveness that needed to be tossed aside. She wasn’t mine. I couldn’t get involved.

  Yet the thoughts and desires continued weaving through every synapse, eating at me.

  She finally shifted under me, a stark reminder that I’d gone against the rules I’d placed on myself almost two decades before.

  Tasting her once had been an invitation for destruction.

  A second time would add a definitive exclamation point onto a death warrant with my name on it.

  I pulled away before my body’s needs outweighed all common sense.

  She pushed up from the table, the blush from her bottom matching the color cresting along her clenched jaw. It was obvious she wasn’t interested in looking at me, her body shaking when she reached for her clothes.

  When my cock was sated for the evening, I immediately grabbed my weapon. I certainly didn’t want the beautiful woman to get any vile thoughts. I’d hate to need to kill her after such intense enjoyment.

  Dressed, she ripped out the bright pink scrunchie holding her hair in place and immediately moved toward her almost empty glass of wine.

  As soon as I bent over to snatch my tee shirt, she bristled.

  “You’re afraid of me.”

  “Shouldn’t I be?”

  She had a point and there were no brilliant words I could offer that would change her mind.

  “What now?” she asked.

  “Now, you go to bed.”

  “Will you be gone in the morning?” Christine found the courage to look me in the eyes.

  “I’m afraid I can’t leave.”

  “Why?” She moved closer and as with her responses from before, my balls tightened.

  Crowding her space didn’t make her flinch. “Because tomorrow I’ll accompany you to the engagement party.”

  Her eyes opened wide, her silence only interrupted by her scattered breathing. “I don’t think so.”

  The feisty side had returned. “Tell me, why is that?”

  “Why? You are kidding me. Right?”

  “There are a few things I take very seriously, Christine. One of them is annihilating the enemy.”

  “My friend?”

  Chuckling, I brushed the tips of my fingers across her face. Now she chose to flinch. “The woman who treats you as her servant is nothing more than a cog in a wheel. However, she could potentially lead me to the man I’ve been searching for.”