Blood Ties (Dinero de Sangre #2) - Lana Sky Page 0,72

tongue. I feel like my chest will explode, but rather than arrange for medical attention, he’d just fuck me in the gaping hole. I can see the intention in him, so clearly, my entire body goes cold. Paralyzed.

Then he blinks, and his smile widens, displacing any hint of malice.

“You know, Ada-Maria, I will admit that I had you all wrong. The way Dom-Dom spoke about you, I thought you were a dumb little cunt. He made you sound like a puppy on your daddy’s tight leash—” he taps the tip of my nose playfully and chuckles. “I knew he always wanted to fuck you, though. Dom-Dom isn’t subtle when he’s being greedy. Selfish. I’m surprised he waited until recently. He did, didn’t he?”

Whatever my expression must tell him makes him nod in agreement.

“He waited five long years to stick his cock in that tight little cunt. I think he’s a… What’s the word? Masochist? He gets off on control or some shit.” He flattens his palm against my jawline, eyeing me more closely. “I was never as patient as he was. When I want something, I just take it. To be fair, most women want me just as quickly.”

His grip tightens, urging me toward him, and I panic, blurting the first thing that comes to mind.

“Alexi. H-How do you know—”

I see stars and taste blood for real. When the world comes back into focus, I’m hunched over the cushions beside Jaguar, eyeing a strange series of red splotches speckling the white fabric. Then I press my hand to my lower lip and realize why.

He hit me.

“Remember, Ada,” he says, almost gently. Like a teacher trying to enforce the rules of his classroom. “You speak only when I tell you to. I suggest you try to pick up on that rule quickly. We don’t believe in second chances at the Guarida. You strive for excellence, but I see it now...” He grabs my chin, turning me back to him. I’m bleeding freely, not that he seems to care as the drops of scarlet drip down onto his shirt. “Those cucks are gonna bust a nut for a girl like you. Sassy and bold, but still obedient. None of that overly mouthy shit.”

He means it, I realize with abject horror. To him, those vile terms are compliments. Virtues he prizes.

“I’m sure Dom-Dom has had plenty of fun with you. On second thought, I might keep you a little bit rougher around the edges than I typically like. I can see the appeal in it. And now I’m even more curious as to what other talents you might have. I heard from Lexi-Lex that Dom-Dom has a preference for bitches who give good head.”

I fight to keep my expression clear. I honestly don’t know if I fail or succeed, but somehow I manage not to hiss in disgust out loud. Does it hurt me that he lied so easily to my face—yet again?

Yes. God, yes, it does. It’s a rusty knife stabbing through my chest, striking the one open wound on my psyche that Domino Valenciaga seems to enjoy poking. Vanity and jealousy.

He fucked Alexi. Or Jaguar seems to believe so.

“Hmmm.” He makes the low sound in the back of his throat, drawing my attention to him. One look at his face, and I realize that once again, I’ve made a mistake.

If only I knew how.

“He’s claimed you,” Jaguar says, drawing out the word to convey a meaning that goes completely over my head. Something that surprises him. And irritates. His eyes gleam, turning inward as if he’s processing some internal puzzle that’s been on his mind for a while. Finally, he’s able to solve it, but the resolution leaves him frowning, his brows furrowed. “He’s told you that you were the only woman he’s been fucking. Hasn’t he?”

I blink, more confused than ever.

Somehow, Jaguar seems able to glean an answer, and he purses his lips, an eyebrow raised.

“Dom, Dom, Dom.” His voice deepens with every iteration of the name, ending in a growl. “That’s not very friendly, is it? Promising you to me and then wiping his dick all over you, marking his territory and planting dangerous lies inside that pretty little head. It makes me question his integrity, you see,” he says, but his voice is raised, his anger palpable. “How can we have a fair trade if someone is already poisoning the merchandise? I’ve been good,” he adds, stroking my cheek again, but he’s rough, straining my tender lip until