by Lora Leigh
She wanted to taste him. She wanted to know how hard and hot his cock would be within her mouth, feel the hard pulse of life beneath the tight flesh and know it was for her.
Melina was but a breath away, fighting to control the hard tremors of response quaking through her flesh as her tongue reached out and licked slowly over the small eye that pierced the head of his cock.
Oh yes. Hot. Hard. He was all male, huge and ready for her.
“Catarina…” The hand at her head grew heavier. “Take it, baby. Put that hot little mouth over my cock before I die for it.”
She could have denied herself. But Luc? She had dreamed of him for too long, lusted after him through too many of her own darkest fantasies. There was nothing he could do to her that she would object to. Nothing that he would want that she could deny him. Not here. Not now.
*
Her mouth opened, drawing the bulging head of his erection between her lips as her tongue began to stroke and caress, tasting the small drops of semen that escaped it.
“Oh hell…” His hips lifted as a sound of sharp surprise left his lips. “There you go, baby. Ah yes, Catarina, suck my cock, baby. Take everything you want.”
*
She was going to kill him. What the hell had happened? This was not the experienced little cocksucker who had swallowed his dick like nobody’s business two years before. This was sensual, sexual—a hungry little vixen consuming his erection.
And she was destroying him. No experience here, but none was required. Only hot, wet suckling strokes that drove him to the very edge of his control.
Her cool, silken hand cupped his testicles, tested their weight gently a second before her mouth slid lower, the flared head of his cock nearly touching her throat as she began to suck him with hungry abandon. Small, lusty mewls escaped her and vibrated on his erection, nearly sending him over the edge.
“Catarina. Baby.” He clenched his teeth as he fought to hold on to his control.
His hands tangled in her soft hair, holding her to him as he pushed his cock deeper into her mouth, glorying in the sounds of the pleasure she was taking from an act that drove him steadily closer to ecstasy.
She moved, though her mouth never left the shaft throbbing heatedly beneath her touch. She came to her knees, moving between his thighs as he lifted the curtain of hair to see his cock disappearing between her tightly stretched lips. Her eyes glittered up at him with drowsy sexuality, her cheeks flushing, and any control he may have had was shot in that second.
“I’m going to come,” he growled as she worked his flesh with moist hunger. “Catarina.” He could feel the fire arcing up his spine. “Baby. I’m going to lose it.”
His cock flexed and her eyes darkened further. His hands tightened in her hair as his balls drew up against the base of his shaft and he felt his semen surging from the very depths of his soul.
“Fuck.” His lips drew back, his eyes threatening to close, but he didn’t want to miss so much as a moment of this.
He felt his seed erupt from the tip in hard, jetting pulses of release. Her eyes widened; her lips paused for a bare second before she shuddered, moaning wildly, swallowed, and began to draw on him again as each pulse thereafter was greedily consumed.
“Luc.” She licked her lips as she drew back from him long seconds later.
She was wild; her eyes glittered feverishly, the flush of arousal on her face now spread to her hard-tipped breasts, making him insane to fuck her. If he didn’t get his cock inside her, he would go mad from the desire.
SIXTEEN
Had anything ever been so wild? So impossible to deny? Melina gasped as Luc bore her back upon the mattress. Each inch of his broad, callused palms smoothed over her flesh before he stretched her arms above her head and came over her slowly.
“I keep telling myself to wait.” His voice rasped over her nerve endings, sending a shudder of pleasure down her spine as her womb convulsed in need.
His body was taut, glistening with perspiration as he braced himself above her, his thighs on either side of hers, his hands moving slowly back down her upraised arms.
Melina couldn’t control her breathing or the response surging through her. She was trembling with the need to have him fill her tormented cunt. Her clit was a pulsing knot of painful desire now, the slick heat coating the curves of her mons, intensifying its sensitivity.
“Why wait?” She was panting, staring up at him, shuddering as his hands slowly framed her swollen breasts.
His expression was drowsy, his black hair falling over his forehead as his gray eyes darkened to almost black.
“Because I want to make you as hot and as crazy as I am right now,” he whispered, his voice so sexy, so sensually dark and deep that she whimpered at the sound.
She could almost climax from the sound of his rough voice alone. It was powerful, hinting at forbidden secrets and ecstatic pleasures only guessed at.
“You mean I’m not yet?” she moaned weakly, her fingers clenching in the sheet above her head as he continued to stare intently at her firm, peaked breasts. “Luc, if I get any hotter, we’re both going to go up in flames.”
He raised his eyes. Pure carnal hunger reflected in his gaze.
“Yeah.” He bared his teeth in a tight grimace. “We just might at that.”
Her breath caught in her chest, pushing her breasts closer to him as his thumbs raked over the sensitive tips. Pleasure shuddered through her. It was exquisite, the sharp, racing spears of sensation that pierced her nipples and sped to her womb. She caught her lower lip between her teeth, fighting to hold back the cries that threatened to erupt from her throat.
She could feel the pleasure from that simple touch swirling through her body, building the growing band of tension in her womb tighter. He watched her as his thumbs rasped the tender peaks again. His eyes gleamed in satisfaction as she flinched from the extreme sensations.
“So responsive,” he muttered as his head began to lower, his tongue moistening his lips a second before it curled around one taut peak.
“Luc,” she almost screamed as her hands loosened the sheets and flew up to grip his damp shoulders.
Melina arched involuntarily; sizzling excitement bowed her body as he drew the tip into his mouth, applying a firm, strong suction that had her writhing beneath it. It was too intense, too much pleasure. Her eyes closed, her hips straining toward the length of his cock lying against her lower thigh.
A second later, he freed her from the exquisite torture, his gaze rising as her eyes opened drowsily.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he whispered as his lips moved to hers. “So beautiful you take my breath away. But you know that, don’t you, Catarina?”
Guttural and intense, the words didn’t matter as much as his lips smoothed sensually over hers, creating a rasping pleasure that had her begging for more.
“Please, Luc,” she whispered as he kissed the corner of her lips while his hands cupped her breasts, his fingers plumping and stroking her nipples, sending arcs of diabolical pleasure straight to her aching cunt.
He licked her lips as she opened for him, her breathing hard and erratic, need slicing along her nerve endings as she fought against his strength. He held her still, arched over her, his bigger body controlling her smaller one easily.
“Let me pleasure you, Catarina.” His lips caressed hers as he spoke. “Let me show you how much I love hearing your cries and your pleas. Let me show you how good it can be, baby.”
He was going to kill her. The kiss, when it finally came, was greedy, hot, and hungry as his lips and tongue tore through any resistance she may have thought she had. His hands roamed over her body, one smoothing along her tummy as he shifted her legs and spread them slowly.
Melina gasped for breath as her hips rose. His eyes, shielded by thick lashes, watched her with heated lust as his fingers slid between her thighs. Melina’s eyes widened as his fingers circled her swollen clit. The touch sent her system into a riot of sensations as
she fought to breathe through the pleasure exploding along her senses.
“Will you taste as good there as you do everywhere else, Catarina?”
A sharp detonation of pleasure exploded in her womb at his question. She jerked, whimpering against the intensity of it. Her hands clenched on his shoulders as he spread her thighs further, moving lower along her body.
“Let’s see if you are as good here, baby.”
His tongue swiped through the bare, plump curves then curled around her clit an instant before he drew the little nubbin into his mouth. He hummed against it, a sound of lust and satisfaction as her hips surged closer to his hot mouth.
Tightening his hands on her hips, Luc held her in place as he began his campaign to drive her crazy with the slow, hungry licks and carnal sips he took from her weeping pussy.
“So good…” he muttered as he traveled lower, his tongue rimming the entrance to her vagina. “So sweet and hot…” He invaded her slowly as Melina’s tumultuous wail echoed around them.
She scrambled to hold on to the last shred of control. Fought to hold back, to enjoy without losing herself in his touch, but from the first caress she had been a goner and she knew it. When he lifted her thighs, opening her further, and plunged his tongue into the snug cavern of her cunt she gave up the last measure of sanity.
She had never been loved like this. Had never been taken with such carnal intent as Luc was taking her now. His tongue fucked deep inside her burning pussy, pumping into her with fierce strokes as he threw her higher, deeper into the maelstrom awaiting her. Whipping arcs of heat flickered through her, heating her flesh, sensitizing each nerve ending as she strained closer to the inferno building in her womb.
“Luc. Oh God. I can’t stand it…” Melina thrashed beneath him, her voice rising in reaction to the extreme pleasure rushing through her. “Luc…”
She was terrified, exhilarated, yearning, and yet desperate to draw back. The conflicting impulses were shattering her sense of reality.
“No.” She nearly screamed the word as he jerked back from her, moving quickly between her thighs as he bent across her and opened the small drawer in the table beside the bed.
“Condom,” he gasped.
At the same time, the thick head of his cock nudged into the snug entrance of her pussy. They froze, breaths rasping, lust sizzling around them.
“Fuck,” he seemed to wheeze as his hips jerked, only to bury him marginally deeper.
Melina felt the convulsive clenching of her vagina, the hungry milking motion of her muscles as Luc’s flesh stretched them tight. Bare, hot flesh buried inside her. A danger. She panted, fighting not to tempt the control he was trying to impose over his big body. But it was so good.
“Luc…” She jerked as she felt the head throb within her, driving him deeper.
“Condom,” he rasped again, jerking one free of the drawer a second before he drove deep inside her gripping flesh.
Reality no longer existed in any way, shape, or form. There was only this. Luc buried within her, hot and steel-hard, fucking her with deep driving strokes as she screamed out beneath him. Melina’s legs wrapped around his pounding hips, her hands gripping his shoulders as he held her close, lunging forcefully into her wet sheath.
Each stroke sank to the very depths of her cunt, caressing sensitive tissue, rasping delicate nerves until with a final, weak cry Melina fought the final battle with the orgasm overtaking her and lost. She exploded beneath him, the white-hot streaks of ecstasy surging through her body as her pussy tightened spasmodically around his plunging cock.
A second later she felt Luc’s release; hot, hard jets of semen spilled into her as he groaned her name roughly, his voice tortured, dark, and hungry. The heated warmth shattered her again, sending her plunging headlong into a smaller but no less destructive orgasm that left her weak and terribly frightened that she had just given this man more than her body. She had given him her heart.
*
She wasn’t Maria Catarina Angeles. Luc held her close in his arms, feeling her soft breathing against his chest, her body relaxed in exhaustion, and admitted the truth she had been trying desperately to tell him. She wasn’t Maria. She was Melina.
Which meant Joe had lied to him. But why?
He smoothed back the fall of red-gold curls and stared down at her sleeping face somberly. What the hell had he done? He had somehow managed to fall in love with a woman and not even know who she was. It was terrifying. It was—Hell, he was in deep.
He drew in a deep breath and ignored the erection pleading for another dose of rapture. Nothing had ever come close to the pleasure he had experienced as he plunged his cock inside her snug pussy unprotected. He had been a goner the minute he had unintentionally buried the head of his erection inside her. He had tried, though, he assured himself. Hell, he had been clutching the condom in his hand even as he spurted his seed deep inside the hot depths of her vagina.
*
What now?
God, she was pretty. Now he understood the innocence in her eyes, the unlined, unblemished skin of her face. Her laughter, unaffected and so often freely given. Her joy in that black mouse catcher she gave so much affection to.
He doubted she had ever taken a drug in her life. There were no tracks on her arms, no furtive behavior, no withdrawal. There was none of it, because she wasn’t Maria.
What the fuck was Joe trying to pull on him? Luc frowned heavily as he gently disengaged himself from his sleeping lover and pulled on a pair of loose pajama bottoms before leaving the bedroom quietly. Joe had called several times the first two days to check up on Maria. Luc snorted. The other man knew what the hell he had done; now Luc wanted to know why. And the reason had better be a damned good one.
He slipped downstairs and into his study, his anger building with every step. There had been times that he had been unjust in his treatment of her. He hadn’t gone easy on her. The house was spotless, dust was now afraid to enter, and the place smelled like her. The tempting subtle scent of woman seemed steeped into every nook and cranny of the house.
Sighing wearily, he picked up the phone and quickly dialed Joe’s number. Several rings later, the other man answered.
“You have two minutes to tell me why you fucking lied to me. If the explanation isn’t satisfactory, then your voice will rival Melina’s for soft feminine sweetness.”
There was a long silence on the line. Shock and sudden comprehension filled the line.
“Fuck,” Joe finally said. “No matter what you do to me later, Luc, don’t let her out of your sight right now. She’s in more danger than you know…”
SEVENTEEN
Every time she said no, they hit her again …
She was beaten so badly we didn’t think she would make it …
The doctors doubt she’ll ever conceive due to the internal injuries …
She was tricked, Luc. Maria didn’t spend that week in jail that you demanded, Melina did …
Luc pushed shaking fingers through his hair as the words replayed through his mind. His fault. It had been his fault that an innocent woman had nearly died. The same woman who had called him, apologizing for what had been done to him, her voice whispering in regret and sadness.
The woman he had confronted in her parents’ living room hadn’t been Maria. He remembered his fury when he had faced her, seeing the confusion and fear in her eyes when her parents introduced her as Maria. The memory of the awareness that had sizzled between them that day had haunted him over the years. For some reason, his cock had strained in urgent demand when her soft lips had trembled into a self-conscious smile that day.
He had allowed his rage free. His voice hard, harsh, his words damning as he watched her face drain of color.
You’ll pay for it, Ms. Angeles, he had warned her furiously. By God, I’ll make sure you spend time in jail if it’s the last thing I do in my life.
At the time, he had ignored the bleak pain that filled her expression. Her gaze had dropped,
her soft lips pressing together a second after a betraying quiver had shaken them. He had wanted to haul her into his arms and apologize, which only made him madder at the time.
Now he knew why. Some instinct, some primitive part of his mind, had recognized the fact that he was punishing the wrong woman. That he was punishing his woman.
Damn. Where had that thought come from?
Shaking his head, Luc rose to his feet and paced from his office through the darkened house and back upstairs to his bedroom. She was still sleeping in his bed, curled in the middle, her hair tumbling around her head and shoulders like a fall of silk.
She hadn’t been raped. Thank God. Out of all the horror she had faced, at least she had been saved the destructive pain of having been raped by her own sex. His fingers clenched as pain threatened to swamp him. He had put her there. Unintentionally perhaps, but he had been to blame all the same.
He sat down in the wingbacked chair beside his bed and stared at her. He simply watched her sleep, realizing he had never done that before. He had never watched a woman sleep nor would he have thought he would have gained any pleasure from it.
But he did. Seeing the steady rise and fall of her full breasts, the way her lips parted just the tiniest bit, the small shadows her light-colored, surprisingly lush lashes cast on her cheeks.
She was exquisite. In admitting that she wasn’t the shell of a woman he had thought she was, he was able to look beyond what he thought was there to the woman beneath. There was no longer the conflict that had warred between his head and his heart where she was concerned. Now if only he could find a way to keep her safe.
Maria was missing and, with her, two of the dangerous drug runners she associated with. According to Joe’s information, she was looking for Melina. There was only one reason for Maria to be searching so hard for her sister. To find a way to ensure that Melina endured the coming prison sentence rather than her.
God, what kind of monsters raised a child to believe her sibling could always stand in front of trouble for her? What hold did Maria have over her parents’ hearts to have allowed something like that to happen? How did a sister—a twin—turn so dark and black against the other? It made no sense to Luc.
