“Are you the monster people say you are?” she breathes, panting as she looks way up into my piercing gaze. Her eyes are crystal blue, like a tropical lagoon, and I realize I’m just fucking staring into them.
“Do you think I am?”
She slowly shakes her head, her big, wide blue eyes never leaving mine. “No.”
“And if you’re wrong?”
“It’ll be the last mistake I ever make,” she says tightly. “But I don’t think I am.”
“That’s a dangerous gamble.”
“Maybe,” Catalina rakes her teeth over her bottom lip, and my pulse quickens. “Why are you talking now?”
I growl lowly.
“You know why.”
She shivers.
“Me?”
I nod.
“Why?”
“Because you’re the only goodness I’ve seen in years.”
Nine words. I’m a fucking orator now.
“Because you’re the only beauty and warmth I’ve seen in a long, long fucking time,” I hiss, the words coming out rough and edged. “Because I saw you last night, and I knew one thing.”
She swallows, her breath catching as those gorgeous blue pools of her eyes widen.
“What?”
“That you’d be mine.”
My hands slide over her waist, and my blood ignites like burning diesel fuel. For the very first time, I’m touching her, and I know I’m lost. I know I’d walk through fire, through bullets, through the devil himself to get to her. I groan, and when her breath catches so sweetly, I growl as I lean way down into her. One hand moves up to cup her jaw tight, and without wasting another second of my broken, borrowed-time life, I lean in.
And I kiss her.
Hard.
Chapter Four
Catalina
Fire blazes through me, and I gasp as his lips brutally sear to mine. It’s like kissing a force of nature—a gorgeous, sexy as sin, panty-meltingly hot force of nature. He growls like a wild animal into my lips, pressing me hard to the wall as I gasp for air.
My body shivers, my head spins. My thighs tighten, and I moan.
There’s been some sneaky, stolen kisses here and there over the years. But this? This is something else. This compared to other kisses I’ve had is like comparing a nuclear missile to a paper airplane. This is a typhoon versus a swimming pool.
His big hands slide over my waist, and they’re so big they literally touch around my waist. I gasp at just how huge he is, and how much a force of nature he is. I mean he could snap me in two, easily, with his bare freaking hands. But somehow, I’m not scared, or maybe I am. But it’s not enough to send me running, it’s just enough to light a fire inside of me hotter than anything I’ve ever experienced.
His hands tighten on me, and his lips part. His tongue seeks mine, and I whimper as I give him what he wants. I know he could take anything he wanted from me. And that thought has me shivering. Right here, right now, he could literally do whatever he wanted to me, but somehow, for whatever reason, I don’t think he would.
That said, in this moment, I think I’d give him anything he wanted.
Anything.
My entire body is on fire, electric with the urge for more and this wild desire I’ve never felt before. Energy buzzes over my skin, electrifying my nipples into aching points against his massive chest through my blouse. His bare skin is hot and warm against me, and I moan into his lips as he claims mine. He pushes against me, pressing me into the wall, and that’s when I feel it. Or, that’s when I realize what I’ve been feeling is not his thigh.
My mind goes white, my breath catches, and a wicked, forbidden desire I’ve never once felt burns through me like napalm. He pulls back as I gasp, and my eyes drop down between us.
“I’m—that—”
I swallow.
Oh my God.
The enormous bulge in his jeans is visibly throbbing and pulsing, rippling the denim as he grinds again me. He so much bigger than me that it’s pressing hard against my belly button, but it just keeps going down—down and down his leg so far that it’s also throbbing between my own thighs. He growls, kissing me again and making me whisper. His leg—the one his… package is trailing down—presses between my thighs. He opens them with his knee, and God help me, I let him.
“Just like that,” he growls.
He knows what he’s doing. And he knows what he’s doing to me.
“I can feel how warm you are,” he purrs into my lips. “I can feel how wet you are.”
“I—oh, God,” I gasp.
“This why you came here tonight?” he growls.
“No—no,” I manage to gasp out as I melt sinfully against him.
“Then why?” he hisses darkly.
“I—”
“To check on me?”
“Y—yes!” I gasp.
“Maybe you were curious,” he grunts lowly. “Big man…” he growls deep in his huge chest, and I whimper.
“Curious how big I was?”
I moan. “No, I—”
“Don’t lie, little rose,” he purrs against my lips. My legs shake, and my hands clench to fists over and over at my sides. I raise one up, and I tentatively let it touch his bulging forearm. I moan as he presses into me, grinding his huge, thick, fat… cock into me. He bends way over me, his mouth finds my neck, and I gasp. Those big hands of his—my God, they’re totally around my waist, and it’s not like I’m twig.
It’s like making out with the Hulk.
He kisses me hard, grinding his huge erection into me. I know this is so fucking wrong, and dirty, and dangerous. He’s so wrong and dirty and dangerous. His muscles surround me, and I moan as he kisses me fiercely. He smells like man, and God is it messing with my head—pheromones or magic or something. He smells like pure desire, and I’m helpless to resist.
He moves his hips in slow rhythm, like he’s making love to me, like one of those romance novels Elena gives me.
But no. I blush to myself. No, not that. It’s more like he’s… like he’s fucking me. This isn’t like Elena’s romance novels. This is no Duke or English Lord whispering sweep nothings into my ear.
This is a monster.
A beast.
A wild animal taking what he wants from me. A beast a hair’s breadth away from ripping my clothes off and breeding me—from mating with me. And fuck is that hot. My pussy is so wet that my panties are a dripping mess—soaked and slippery between my lips. His huge erection grinds into me, rubbing my clit through my panties, and I moan wantonly, like I’ve never once moaned before.
Good lord, I must be leaving a freaking wet spot on his jeans. It’s so embarrassing, but I never want him to stop.
“So wet,” he grunts into my lips, making me whimper. “Make a mess of that pussy for me, princess,” he hisses. “Let me feel that princess pussy come. Come for me like a dirty little girl, Catalina.”
I explode like a bomb. I come, screaming into his lips as he kisses me like he’s claiming the climax—like he’s bottling up my moans to save as a trophy.
Panting, my face red, my body buzzing, and my hair wild, I pull away. Look up into his eyes, biting my lip in a mix of nervousness and pure desire.