Filthy Rich Revenge: A Filthy Rich Billionaires Book - Lynn Raye Harris Page 0,45

gripped her hand gently, sucked her finger in and out, his heated stare never leaving hers.

“Alejandro,” she whispered, her blood pounding in her veins, her heart ready to burst from so much feeling.

She hated him. She loved him. She hated him.

Her heart ached and ached and ached until she thought she might die from it. What was this feeling? Why couldn’t she work it out?

“Sí, mi amor?” He kissed her palm, her wrist, the tip of each finger.

She’d said his name because of the maelstrom inside her, but he responded as if he expected a question.

She could think of only one. “Did…” She swallowed the knot clogging her throat. She had to know. “Did you love her?”

Until the moment she’d learned he was engaged, or supposedly engaged, her life had seemed so right with him. She wanted to understand how it went wrong. Why.

He lowered her hand to his chest, pressed it to the hot skin he’d exposed when he tore his shirt open. She could feel his heart, fast and strong, and her fingers trembled.

His eyes, hot as they were, somehow managed to be flat when he answered. “I have never loved any woman. I never will.”

She didn’t feel any relief to know he hadn’t loved his wife. And though Rebecca had known he hadn’t loved her, it still hurt to hear it so starkly stated. “Poor Alejandro,” she said softly. “You must get so lonely.”

The shock on his face might have been comical if she didn’t know what he’d suffered. He would never admit it, but there had to be times when he would have been relieved to share the burden of so much sorrow. To have someone understand. To love him.

“No more talking, Rebecca. No more questions.” He pushed the shirt from his shoulders, stripped off his trousers and kicked them free. Then he stretched out over her. “Just feel. Feel what you do to me. What we do to each other. This is what’s real.”

His mouth captured hers and this time she opened to him, tangling her tongue with his as he stoked the fires in her body once more. Part of her was terrified of what was happening, and part of her wanted it more than her next breath. She knew she should go, should shove him away and leave this bed before she lost more than her pride.

But she couldn’t do it. Her body sang beneath his, wanted his. Seemed made especially for his. She wrapped her legs around him, opened herself to him. He rose above her on his palms, gazed down at her with a look she couldn’t decipher.

The blunt head of his cock pushed at her entrance. Slowly, he slid inside her. Before he’d gone very far, he withdrew again. He did it over and over until she panted with need.

“Alejandro, please. Please, I need you.”

He growled low in his throat, then surged forward in one long gliding stroke. Rebecca cried out with pleasure and shock as he filled her. He didn’t move, though she could feel him pulsing deep inside her.

“Did I hurt you?”

“No, no, it’s okay. It’s been a long time.”

His eyes glazed as she moved her hips, learning how to accommodate him again.

“A long time? You have not—?”

She rolled her head back and forth on the pillow.

He looked surprised. Then he looked fierce and possessive. “You should have told me. I would have been gentler.”

“Ohhh,” she gasped as he pulled out and glided back in. “Noooo, you wouldn’t have believed me.”

“Rebecca. Dios,” he groaned, dropping his head. She didn’t know if he meant to say more, if it was agreement or denial, but he flexed his hips and she no longer cared. He moved slowly at first, each thrust measured and sure. Trying not to hurt her.

But he was so careful she wanted to scream. She ran her hands feverishly down his body, over his biceps, the scar on his side where he’d been gored.

“Alejandro, I won’t break. Make love to me. Please.”

His mouth crushed down on hers, their tongues mating while their bodies merged harder and faster. He lost whatever control he may have had, his movements quickening until he was pounding into her with all the passion of a man long denied. She kept a tight control on herself, thought she might hold out forever, but he slipped his hand between them, stroked her where their bodies joined.

Her orgasm didn’t just slam into her. It stole her breath and brought her up off the bed as