by Aria Cole
She caught my lips in a kiss, teeth sinking into my bottom lip. I groaned, smacking her pussy gently. She moaned and arched, pushing her nipples against my chest and sighing loudly.
“Like that, little one?”
Her teeth sank into her bottom lip, a quick nod following.
I smacked her swollen mound again before I decided I couldn't take a second longer and hooked the thin cotton with a finger, taking it down her thighs and exposing her hot pussy to my eyes.
Curls of brown hair, damp with her body’s reaction to me, made my dick leak pre-come.
I growled, nestling my mouth between her hot lips and sliding my tongue through the dewy curls.
I groaned again. “Taste like fucking sugar.” I rubbed her velvety pussy across my face, raw need to be marked by her scent pummeling through my gut. “Nectar of the gods and meant to drive a man insane.”
My cock was hard, leaking, aching from root to tip. I fisted the base, jerking up the length to relieve the pressure. I continued fucking her with my tongue, spreading her sweet juices around my face before an orgasm began to build quickly. Fast, desperate need shook me to the core as she quivered and trembled, my teeth nipping at her clit and causing a slow shiver to release through her body.
Her thighs quaked around my ears, and my own orgasm was not far behind as I threw my head back with a violent roar, come jetting out across her glistening cunt. Our fluids mixed, my fingers sliding across the perfect pink flesh and pushing my come into her body.
“Right where I belong,” I murmured, taking care to watch her come down from the high.
“You on anything, little one?”
She shook her head, still unable to form a sentence.
“I want to take you bare. Not a thing between us. You good with that?”
She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, eyes finally flashing open to meet mine. “I’m good with that.”
My heart swelled, along with the second coming of my dick.
I inserted my cock tightly against her cunt, sliding up and down the seam slowly as I peppered her skin with my kisses. Trailing my fingers up her body, under her arms and around her neck, I stroked her to another orgasm, making sure she was all soft and open for me before I took what was mine.
“I own you now, Adelina.” My fingers plucked at a nipple. “Every sigh.” I continued down her smooth belly. “Every moan.” She squirmed her hips back and forth, attempting to grind her pussy harder onto my cock. “Every orgasm.”
She nodded in agreement, hands working the bindings at her wrists. “I want to touch you this time. Untie me.”
“Ah.” I pushed the tip of my dick into her hot pussy. “Why would I do that when I enjoy the way you’re wiggling so much?”
Her dark eyes darkened further, teeth catching her bottom lip.
“It’s gonna hurt, Adelina. It’s supposed to hurt, but I’ll do my best—”
“I can handle you, Saint.” Her eyes twinkled with the words.
Hell, I believed her. If anyone could handle me, it was this girl. “I warned you. Remember that.”
“Do it, Saint,” she urged softly, eyes holding mine.
I hovered just inside, my tip warm against her hot folds, the urge to dig deeper and make her good and mine stronger and building.
“Please.”
Her last words were my undoing.
I sank in, balls deep, stopping when I came up against the end of her. My lips nestled at her neck, I whispered, “Mi vida, you’re so beautiful.”
Moisture brimmed at her eyelids, and I licked it away, refusing to let her shed a single tear for as long as I was buried inside her.
“Harder,” she moaned, hips arching against mine.
I clenched my jaw, trying desperately to hold on to my sanity.
“All I can think about is fucking you so hard you can’t walk normal for a week.”
“Then do it,” she begged.
“Christ, woman, you don’t know what you’re saying.”
“I know exactly what I want, Saint.” Her eyes locked on mine. “You.”
I swallowed the lump of unexpected emotion that’d lodged in my throat. My palm kneaded at the fleshy curves of her waist, primal instinct taking over as I completely lost my head and found my soul inside her.
I thrust with fierce abandon. Skin smacked, and the scent of sex filled my nostrils as we were all tongues and need, kissing and moaning and fucking until we were both breathless and caged together by our own desperate emotions.
“I’ll never be the same, little one,” I confessed, slipping my hands to her ass, sliding apart her gorgeous cheeks and circling my finger at the delicate bud at her backside. “You cracked me wide open, put me back together a different person.”
I pulled her against me, her still-bound arms curling around my neck. I yanked the knot, letting her palms slip free and over the expanse of my shoulders, sliding around my neck and fingers digging in fiercely when I drove deeper inside her.
She grunted, riding my cock gorgeously, tits shaking and bouncing with every thrust, and her legs began to clench at my waist. Her thighs tightened, her moans growing louder, more sporadic, and the walls of her tight pussy fisting around my dick and unwilling to let go.
I groaned out her name, sliding in at a new angle and hitting a spot that sent her flying into another orbit. With her eyes slammed closed and neck pushed back, I attached with my teeth to her throat, loving and laving and nipping at the precious skin as my cock swelled to bursting. Before I knew it, hot jets of come were coating the insides of her body, sealing my claim to her.
“Mine,” I panted, hands at her neck, tongue licking at the seam of her parted lips. “All mine.
“Yours,” she finally breathed, tits squashed against my chest and making me hot for her all over again.
“Think I'm gonna keep you tied up in this cabin for my pleasure only.”
“I was just going to say the same about you.”
A laugh blurted past my lips before I could even stop it.
“What am I in for with you, mi vida?”
She only shrugged, that devastatingly beautiful smile pulling at her lips.
“Don’t push your luck with me. I’m only giving you a break for your safety.”
“And if I do push it?”
I lifted an eyebrow. “Wanna find out?”
“Absolutely.”
Oh sweet Jesus, Adelina was going to be the death of me.
Chapter 5
Adelina
“I vote no clothes for the duration of our stay at Snow Lake.” Saint’s throaty voice approached from behind me. “Starting now.”
His hands grasped the hem of my sweatshirt, ready to pull it over my head. “We’re going for a walk this morning.”
One of his thick eyebrows shot up. “We?”
“You can’t keep me chained to that bed naked all day,” I teased.
“I can’t?”
I rolled my eyes, throwing a long-sleeved thermal at him. “Look, amigo, as much as I like seeing you and your tattoos like a walking, talking work of art, I’m gonna get fat if I don’t move around a little.”
“Mmm, I like you curvy.” He tossed the shirt over his head and came for me, hands at my waist and yanking me into his hard body. I almost fell into him, lost my head and my heart all over again. But instead, I pushed his big body away.
“Just a quick walk. A little fresh air.”
He narrowed an eye at me, pouting like a little boy. Made me love him even more. “Fine.”
I laughed when he yanked his jeans up his powerful thighs, following hot on my ass as I headed back for the kitchen.
“Can a guy get some coffee before you make me leave the house?”
“You might be the whiniest man I’ve ever met.”
“Ha!” He laughed, catching me at my waist and hauling me up into his arms. A burst of cold air hit my lungs when he threw open the door, walking out onto the front porch and tossing me squarely into a giant
snowbank. “How you feelin’ now?”
“Like you’re just asking for a snowball in the face.”
He shook his head, reaching out a hand to help me up, before I held on tight and yanked him down with me. A giant plume of snow clouded around us, causing giggles to erupt from my throat.
His hands were on my waist a second later, lips attached to mine before we were making out again. “If we don’t stop now, we won’t be doing any walking at all.”
“Is that so bad?”
“Oh, how the bossy have changed their tune.” He pulled me off my ass, snow cascading around us.
“If I didn’t force you out of the house, you would still have me tied up as your sex slave in there!”
“And?” Saint grabbed his heavy boots from the porch and pulled them on, catching my hand with his and placing a kiss on the knuckles.
“You just like to fight with me.”
“You’re gorgeous when you’re angry.”
I shook my head, his compliment stealing the breath from my lungs, just how he’d meant it to.
“When I was little, my brothers would tease me relentlessly, then call me Angry Addy when I cried.” The memory was bitter on my lips.
“Are you close with them?” Saint asked.
I shook my head, swallowing the emotion in my throat when he took my hand, walking us down the forest pathway toward the lake. “They moved out when I was young, and after we lost our parents, they only started coming around again when Abuela grew sicker—and I was the one handling the money. Not that there was much. But I refused to let them take any of it when I had things like rice and milk that I had to buy to survive.” I paused, for the first time, the memory of the night I was taken washing over me.
“I don't remember much about that night. My brothers had come over for dinner, were sweet-talking Abuela like always. I was staying with a friend, but I tried to have dinner with her as much as I could.” I shook my head. “There wasn’t much to do in my small country village. Kids had nowhere to spend their time, no places to work. The cartel knew that, and they used it to their advantage when they came in. They offered so much money, Vilurique didn’t have a chance.”
His hand tightened in mine as we paused under a giant evergreen limb, snow only dusting the ground under out boots. “This looks like Narnia.”
I smiled, remembering the words my grandmother used to read to me in bed at night.
“Wait a minute. What are you saying about your brothers?”
I paused, heart chugging to a halt in my chest. My palms tingled with awareness. I’d never said the words out loud. And if he hadn’t have caught me, I probably would have left them unsaid.
I turned, pain shooting behind my eyes as I remembered the rest of that night.
“I think my brothers slipped something into my drink the night I was taken. I fell asleep on the couch, and they left. The next thing I remember is waking up in the back of a pickup, a bumpy road up into the mountains, and bales of hay stacked high around me. I never saw anyone in my family again, and I wasn’t even sure how far I was from home. Had I been out for an hour? Eight hours? How long was that truck ride? I don’t even know. I woke up starving, and before they let me out, they forced a blindfold around my eyes. I had no idea where I was, no way to get in touch with anyone. I don’t know what they thought I would do, and it didn’t matter anyway because I was only there one night before I was loaded on to the semi with dozens of other women.”
Saint’s hands clutched at mine, eyes wide as his chest puffed in and out with the anger vibrating through him.
“It was the semi Ryker was driving. God was looking out for me that day. I don't know how Ryker did it, and I remember he spoke perfect Spanish.” I shook my head, smile dancing across my lips as I remembered how I’d thought that my savior came in the package of a six-foot-five biker.
“Ryker never talked about that night.”
“He doesn’t want to get anyone in trouble.”
Saint nodded, taking in everything I’d said. “You think your brothers would ever come looking for you?”
“Only if the cartel funds it. My brothers will never leave Vilurique. I feel bad for them.”
“If they step foot over the border, I’ll kill them myself.”
I grinned, so thankful I’d found my way into this man's arms. “Cool it, John Wayne. I'll be just fine.”
“I want you more than fine.” He pulled me against his lips, a hand going down the back of my pants and slipping beneath my underwear. “I want you so wrung out and wet and desperate for me you promise to be my wife.”
Saint didn’t allow me a reply, only covered my lips with his, sliding me up against the side of a slab of granite and winding my legs around his waist.
“I need you right now, Adelina. Need the reminder that you’re safe. We’re connected. What you went through was hell, but that’s in the past. There’s no revisiting.” He kissed down my neck. “There’s only this moment.”
I arched against him, heard the slow zip of his jeans before his silky cock was sliding along the seam of my panties. He grunted, shoving the fabric away, and then he pushed inside me. A slow groan burned past his lips as our mouths crashed and we burned up together, a ball of flames burning in a midnight sky.
“You’re all I need,” he whispered, fingertips working at the nub of my clit as he sucked at the flesh under my ear. “Long as I have you, I know all is fucking right in the world.”
Tears welled behind my eyelids, happy, ecstatic tears of joy as he worked my body into a frenzy and melded my soul with his a little more with each moment that passed.
“Can’t say I know much about love, but I know I want you more than my next breath. If that’s not love, not sure what is.” His hand wrapped around my neck, cradling me close as our lips connected.
“Yes,” I murmured, lost to him.
His thrusts sped up, one hand holding my hip tight against him as he hammered my body, battering me with his beautiful cock, the world around us melting away.
“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he breathed, powerful thighs holding him steady as his cock twitched and then shot off inside me.
His hand worked at my ass, teeth nipping at my neck as shivers of pleasure sent decadent bursts of lust barreling through my vision, shooting stars to every point of sight.
“Dios mio, Saint,” I hummed, riding the delicious waves of orgasm as they unfurled inside me.
He nuzzled against my neck, licking at a bead of sweat that had settled there. A flock of ducks shattered our bubble, landing on an open stretch of water off in the distance.
We both turned, eyes trained on the group of birds, before Saint’s arms at my waist tightened.
“Ouch,” I said, squirming away from his touch.
“Shh.” He pressed a hand across my mouth. “There’s someone watching us.”
Chapter 6
Saint
“Don’t move fast. Just act normal.” I pulled the pants up her creamy thighs, taking care to move slowly, eyes trained across the lake the entire time.
“Take the phone out of my pocket and dial Prez,” I whispered, shielding her with my body in the event anything awful happened.
As far as I could tell, the guy was just watching. I’d scanned the distant form for a gun, but he looked like he was just hanging out. If he had had a fishing pole, I probably wouldn’t even have thought twice, but this guy didn’t have a damn thing on him.
He was just staring.
Maybe he was just an old guy who loved it up in these mountains, but I knew for a fact that Prez owned a little over one hundred acres, nearly as far as the eye could see and definitely including the lake.
A low groan rumbled through me, the realization that it was probably ICE making my blood run cold. Something about the way the guy held himself, shoulders broad, back straight, almost a military-set to his expression. Something told me this wasn't good.
Those immigration officers had promi
sed Prez they'd be back. Hell, from the looks of it, they'd never even left.
My stomach turned at the idea that he’d seen us fucking just minutes ago. Thank God I hadn’t stripped her naked—it was too fucking cold for that, but still, it was obvious what we were doing.
“Adelina?” I said.
“What if it’s ICE? What should we do?” She sounded near tears. I fucking hated that I couldn’t save her from this, but I would sure as fuck die trying. I was stubborn, if not stupid, but Adelina deserved a life. And from day fucking one, she’d been treated unfairly.
I wanted to make right what the world had so thoroughly fucked up on.
Adelina was a gift. An angel from above.
My eyes bounced from her warm ones to the dark form across the lake. Suddenly, he turned, a bright flash of golden yellow letters spread across the back of his jacket.
ICE.
Fuck me.
“Call Prez, mi vida. Listen to me.” She nodded once, slipping her hand into my pocket and taking out my phone. I murmured my passcode, and she punched it in quickly, sliding her thumbs across the screen at lightning speed. “Now we’re going up the path to the house. I’m going to block you from behind, but whatever you hear, promise me you’ll keep walking?”
Her eyes caught mine as the phone dialed.
“Promise?”
She nodded quickly just as Prez picked up.
She pressed the phone to her ear as she updated him, and we started back up the path, her feet carrying her swiftly as I trained my eyes across the water in search of the dark figure.
My eyes darted around, heart falling as I realized he’d disappeared.
Hell, probably getting closer.
I hated the idea of being locked up in this cabin, a sitting duck.
Whatever Prez said, I might have to get Adelina out of here.
Adelina reached the porch, her hand on the front door, when a single shot rang through the silence.
She shrieked, and I dove on top of her, pushing her inside and slamming the door closed with my boot.
“Shit,” I breathed into her ear. “Scared the fuck out of me. I think that was just a backfire.”
