Ruthless Savior - Julia Sykes Page 0,34

of Raúl’s thumb tracing the line of my lips compelled my attention. His touch was achingly gentle, but his eyes were fierce on mine. “No one can hurt you here, corderita. I won’t let them.”

He continued to brush my lips. The sensation was almost hypnotically soothing, quieting my mind even as he awakened my sensitive nerve endings. My head tipped back, and my body swayed toward his. Grief had weakened my defenses, and the intimacy I shared with this strong man drew me to him like a magnet. After enduring so much agony, the release from fear that I found in his arms was transcendent bliss.

As my emotional barriers melted away, the pleasure he elicited surged into a physical force. Suddenly, my hands locked around the back of his neck, pulling his face to mine, so his mouth could replace the tingling stimulation of this thumb. The contrasting stimulation of soft lips in the wake of rough callouses drew a groan from deep in my chest, and I opened for him like a flower, welcoming more. Needing more.

The heady rush of Raúl’s kiss was the sweetest drug.

My surrender unleashed his hungry aggression, and his thick fingers tangled in my hair. One brawny arm locked around my waist, crushing my breasts against his hard chest as he pulled sharply on my wavy black locks. His wrist rotated, wrapping my thick hair around his fist to anchor me in place.

His tongue stroked deep, claiming my mouth. The firm, domineering thrusts mirrored the rhythm of how his hard cock would penetrate me; merciless and possessive. Heat gathered at my core like a molten sun, radiating lust that flashed through my entire body in a blinding burst. My clit throbbed, and my nipples tingled against the structured bodice of my cotton dress. I rubbed my chest on his with wanton abandon, craving more stimulation.

His cock pressed into my belly, long and thick. I gasped into his mouth, shifting away from his shocking size. He growled, and his arm tightened to an iron band around my waist. Trapped in his unyielding hold, I had no choice but to surrender.

My budding fear flowered to erotic trepidation, the little thrill of my helplessness racing through my body in a shudder. Raúl utterly commanded me. His refusal to tolerate any resistance left me powerless to do anything but submit. I had no choice but to accept the pleasure he drew from the deepest parts of my body, reaching all the secret places I’d hidden away and battering his way in. I could hide nothing from him, and I reveled into his ruthless victory.

My knees sagged, and he finally eased back to allow me to breathe. His merciless, triumphant grin was the center of my world, and I clung to his powerful frame; the only solid thing in existence.

Light filtered through his verdant green eyes, bathing my upturned face in the warmth of the sun. His sharp smile remained firmly fixed in place, but his fingers were gentle as he tucked a lock of hair behind my ear with careful reverence.

“Mine.” His possessive declaration rumbled through my chest, vibrating all the way down to fuel the aching throb between my legs.

Cold flashed through my heated flesh, rolling beneath the surface of my skin in nauseating waves.

Mine. The single, irrevocable word echoed through my mind, reverberating against my skull.

Raúl thought he owned me. I will not let you go.

My stomach churned, and I stiffened in his arms. It seemed I couldn’t resist my dark nature. Lust was my ruin, my curse.

I was clinging to a dangerous drug lord, pressing my hips into his erection like his cock was what I craved most in the entire world. While I’d been mindlessly swept up in his kiss, I’d craved for his darkness to tangle with mine.

The price I’d paid for my past indulgence had almost broken me. If I didn’t escape from Raúl’s strong arms, I’d shatter. And this time, I wouldn’t survive the damage.

Eventually, his possessive affection would twist into jealous rage. His meaty fists would be painted red with my blood. And the blood of the people I loved.

Never again.

I had to get away from Raúl before I lost all control. He’d warned me that my plan to cross the US border was doomed. But I wasn’t entirely on my own anymore.

He’d made the mistake of revealing that I still had an ally, one who was powerful enough to stand up to him. Carmen wants to make sure you’re okay.