The Isle Of Sin And Shadows - Keri Lake Page 0,165
anywhere.”
“She’s the job you had to run? The reason you dumped me on Luc? What have you been doing all day?”
One rough shake, and I pin her harder against the brick wall behind her. “Answer me!” I’m losing my mind over the sight of all that blood.
“You answer first!” Her lips part for a scream that I trap once again.
“Listen to me.” The words practically hiss through my clenched teeth. “I will explain everything to you, but I need you to tell me if you’re hurt.”
A muffled fuck you beats against my palm as tears leak from the corner of her eyes. As much as I hate her anger toward me, I’m relieved to hear it, because I don’t think she’d have the headspace for all that animosity if Aric had raped her.
Doubt even more that she’d give a damn about the lipstick smeared on my collar.
“I was sent to pick up the daughter of a cartel capo. The girl is unhinged. Believe me when I say, you’ve nothing to worry about.”
Another muffled sound, and I lower my hand to hear her spit back, “She fucking kissed you? You let another woman kiss you?”
“No. I did not let another woman kiss me.” Jaw stiff with anger, I breathe through my nose to keep my calm. “She nearly got her neck snapped for the effort.”
“You’re lying! Did you fuck her, too?”
Frustration gets the best of me, and I grip her throat, every muscle trembling as I watch her eyes widen with fear. Fear that I put there. “I need to know if he hurt you, Céleste. Tell me.”
She shakes her head.
“No, he didn’t hurt you?”
Another shake of her head, and I loosen my grip of her throat.
Glancing away, she shifts her jaw, muscles turning lax in my grip as some of her anger seems to dissipate. “Please. Just tell me if you’re lying. I can fucking take it, okay? I can handle the truth. I just need to know.”
“Even if I was desperate enough to fuck that train wreck, and I can assure you I’m not, only a crazy connard would sleep with a cartel princess.”
Her throat bobs with a swallow, another tear leaking out of the corner of her eye.
“Look at me.” Grabbing both her arms, I stare her dead in the eye. “I’m not lying.”
Jaw shifting, as if she’s literally chewing on my words, she lowers her gaze from mine. “I’m sorry. My head is …. Tonight was just …. I was scared.” Eyes narrowed, she’s zeroed in on what I’m guessing is the tear in my shirt, from the bullet that grazed me in Matamoros. Softly palpating the fabric, she runs her fingertips over the bandaged wound. “What happened?”
“A bullet grazed me. Just a scratch. Tell me, did Aric touch you?”
“He tried to. I cut his throat.”
And I finished the dirty bastard off, but I don’t tell her that. Céleste may be no stranger to violence, but I’m not sure she could handle my brand of it. Not yet, anyway. It takes a truly fucked-up person to be turned on by what she did back there, but lo and behold, she might as well have offered to blow me, as hard as I am right now.
Without another word, I press my lips to hers, sealing off the air with a kiss. Subtle hostility stiffens her body against mine, but it’s only a matter of seconds before she turns pliant. Fiery. A hurried, frenzied kiss, punctuated by the residual anger still burning inside of her. Tongue and teeth. Nails digging into my arms. I let her take her frustrations out on me, and fuck, it feels good. So good, I unclasp my belt and spring myself free. At the other end of the alley, cars cruise down the busy main strip, people ambling down the sidewalk, their chattering nothing but white noise to the blood pumping in my ears and making a beeline south.
Cloaked in the darkness, I spin her around to yank down her pants and avocado printed panties. Her body jostles with the movement, but she doesn’t protest when I push myself inside of her. Face to the bricks, she lets out a whimper as I grip the back of her neck and fuck her hard, letting all the pent-up tension spill into her with every vicious thrust. A good ten minutes of pounding, and her outcry echoes down the empty alley. I pull out to mark her ass with hot jets of cum, still holding her