Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 54283 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54283 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
I do it again and again, banging the headboard against the wall. Brynna wails beneath me, lost to the pleasure. The sight of her spread out beneath me, taking every inch of my cock and wailing for more, is the most erotic thing I've ever seen. I'll never get enough of her like this— wrecked and ruined and completely mine.
"That's it, princesa," I growl. "Be a good girl and take my fucking cock like the greedy little slut you are."
Her pussy drenches my fingers, her muscles clamping around my cock every time I call her a slut, every time I praise her. Cristo.
Possessive pride surges through me. She's mine, stripped bare and broken open, every fucking inch of her consumed by me, obliterated by me.
And she owns me the exact same way. Killing for her would be easy. I do that shit every day and don't regret it. But for her? I'd die, give up everything. That's how completely I'm hers.
"Come for me, Brynna," I order as I plunge into her perfect ass over and over, the headboard slamming into the wall with every thrust. "Let me feel this greedy hole strangling my cock as you shatter. Milk me dry."
I grind my thumb over her clit a final time before pinching it between my fingers.
She screams, her body tensing as the sensation sends her hurtling over the edge. Ecstasy crashes through her veins exploding, making her writhe in the sweetest torment.
Her asshole clamps down around my cock like a vise, squeezing me so tight it's almost painful. I roar at the sensation, giving in to it.
My own orgasm rips through me, the intensity stealing my breath. I spill into her in hot spurts, filling her up, marking her from the inside out as mine. Always fucking mine.
She collapses onto the bed beneath me, trembling and gasping. I follow her down, pressing open-mouthed kisses across her shoulders and the back of her neck, worshipping her sweaty skin with my tongue.
She reaches for me, threading her fingers through my hair. "I love you," she whispers, turning her face to meet my gaze. "I love you so damn much, Naz."
"Mi alma," I rasp, my voice raw. "Mi cielito. Mi todo." I never want to move, never want this moment to end. I want to stay buried inside her, right fucking here, forever.
Chapter Fourteen
Brynna
I'm wrapped in Naz's arms, his body half on top of me, when something startles me awake. My eyes pop open, my heart pounding against my ribcage.
"Naz," I whisper, reaching up to shake him awake.
But he turns his head, the whites of his eyes locking with mine. He heard it too.
"Shh," he murmurs, his voice barely audible as he slowly slides off me. His hand skims my side, squeezing my hip before disappearing over the side of the bed. He doesn't find whatever he's looking for. I know because his body goes rigid.
"Naz, what is it?"
"My fucking gun is missing."
"No, príncipe, it's not."
I cry out, cowering against Naz as Nicolas's voice sounds in the dark. The overhead light flicks on, momentarily blinding me.
My heart jolts against my breastbone in a terrifying thud when the haze clears. Nicolas looms in the doorway of the bedroom, a gun in his hands. He isn't alone. Another of Naz's men looms beside him, terrifyingly huge, leering at me.
"You motherfuckers," Naz growls, rolling out of the bed to confront them. He pulls me up with him, positioning his body in front of me as if he intends to use himself as a shield.
I don't think this works that way, though. Not tonight. Not this time. One of them—probably Nicolas—is the man who has been slipping information to my dad. He's been working for the man Naz hates more than anything. And he didn't come here to talk. He didn't take Naz's gun because he has good intentions.
He came to kill us.
"I told you that you had changed, príncipe," Nicolas says softly, stepping deeper into the room. "You should have killed me today. You knew then that I wasn't your man, but you let me walk away. You are weak, unworthy of your father's throne."
"So you went to Rojas? You betrayed your own people for that prick because you're mad at me? Naz snarls. "Fucking pathetic."
"You betrayed your people, Nazario." Nicolas nods at me. "You chose that zunga over them."
Naz growls a warning, taking a threatening step toward him. "Watch your fucking mouth."
"You don't give the orders anymore, príncipe," Nicolas says coolly as he aims the gun directly at Naz's chest.
I can't stop the terrified whimper that crawls up my throat. My whole body trembles as I clutch Naz's arm, my nails digging into his skin. This can't be happening. It has to be a nightmare.
"Tie them up, Juan," Nicolas commands the giant, nodding toward us.
Juan advances on us, lengths of rope in his hands.