There’s something magnetic in the way he stares at me with warm, intriguing eyes. I can’t possibly look away.
Shucking his shirt, Dominic then runs his hand up my inner thigh. His fingers skim my pulsating, honey walls. He leans up, capturing my bottom lip with his teeth then growls, “Now, fuck me slowly.”
I run my hands along the massive muscles of his chest, tapering into his rippling abdomen. I travel lower to a huge cock, which is ready to split me in half. Hypnotized by all of him, my thighs have to cling to his waist to stay in an upright, straddling position.
He brushes the curves of my breasts, worships my hips with a fiery caress. I moan, closing my eyes to his sensual touch. Dominic palms my core. His thumbs stroke excruciating circles. Whether I deny it or not, I’m lost to him. With barely restrained passion, I slide onto his erection.
Chapter Sixty-Two
Dominic
I’m a stingy pendejo, and I couldn’t give half a fuck about it. A woman has never had me so mesmerized in all the years of my life. Aria rides my dick, gorgeous face controlled by fierce determination. Her hips roll like a wave lapping the shore. Going slow has me painfully aware of the magic drug lining the walls of her sex. Cupping her ass cheeks, I anchor her to me. My erection presses into her hard. Bucking upward, I go insane inside the soft ocean of her pussy. Her fingernails dig into my biceps, which is a sign that her tight pussy is still being stretched by my cock even months later. Still, I piston through her tight resistance.
Aria screams my name on repeat. I let out a guttural moan, breaking the depth of her, bathing her in the heat of my cum. Aria collapses into me, sex spasming as she mews against my chest.
I sweep my knuckles along the swell at the side of her breast. Her nipples harden against my chest, so I stop. Dom, you read all about the chula, had to have her, and refused to promise more.
“I can’t guarantee you when or if I’ll love you, chula.” The callus words, although sincere, stiffen Aria’s body. She lifts her head. My arms swoop her into a bear hug.
“Then we go back to my terms, Dom. When I want to fuck, make it quick.”
“I loved one woman before. Loved her at first sight, Aria.”
Her breathing shakes out. “Dominic, I’m not hearing this right now.”
I squeeze her tighter. “Too bad, you have to. We were sixteen—me, her, and Dario—when she moved to town. That day Dario came home, the first thing out of his mouth was that he was in love. For whatever reason, a few months earlier, my twin and I made up this rule, whoever sees a chula first has rights.”
“Okay.”
“Dario saw her in an advanced computer science in the afternoon. I had PE with her that morning.”
“Oh, the entitlement. Did she have a name?”
“Alejandra, and she came from the same town my papi was born in. Needless to say, I let her go. I had so many options.”
“Yes, the evolution of the Cuban Lover had to start sometime, right?” she retorts.
“Years later, I learned Alejandra attended MIT. I’d run into her while checking on Dario. He hadn’t been answering his phone. She said she hadn’t seen either of us in years. We started dating. Did everything we could to make time for each other. In her last year, working on a Ph.D., she was completing a thesis on the migration of butterflies.”
“Wow, smart. I assume she is beautiful. Has to be beautiful.”
“Gorgeous,” I reply, mindlessly, though my woman’s skin boils between my arms. “She was gorgeous—like you.”
“Was?”
“She was in a car accident with Dario. I went to her funeral. It was the first time my twin had left the house in a wheelchair. I gave a speech, the kind where a man cries his fucking eyes out in front of God, everyone. I held up a tiny engagement ring. Dario snapped.”
Aria’s eyebrows pull together. “What do you mean, he snapped?”
“I never questioned Alejandra. A person working on a Ph.D. has to be busy. I was setting the foundation for my career. She had always claimed Dario and she were friends in school when we flirted. Then after we crossed paths, she reconnected with Dario—that’s what she said. She also said they were study buddies.”
“Oh shit,” Aria mutters.
“So, when I heard she’d been in a car accident with my hermano, I thought nothing of it. Dario lunged himself from the wheelchair at me. Come to find out, they’d been in a relationship the entire time.”
“Sheesh. But how? How could she date the two of you?”
“Remember, my senior year of high school? Dario attended a gifted school—Alejandra too. We kept growing apart.”
“But now you’re his caretaker. Have you tried to discuss her actions? The two of you are blood.”
“I’ve tried it all, a bunch of Hail Marys too.”
“Well, fuck her.” Aria slides down beside me and props herself onto her shoulder. “No wonder your brother has a ten-foot pole up his ass. He was dating her that entire time?”
“Sí, that’s what Dario said. Our last year in high school, I was busy working, and they attended the gifted school. It wasn’t like Dario and I were close. He kept to himself. So, she had us both.”
“Safe to assume the bitch cheated on him more than you all are aware. Who does that to brothers? To twins?” She calms, placing her head on my chest. “I understand your hesitance, Dom.” The glint in Aria’s eyes shine in determination as if she will fight to make me love her.
Chapter Sixty-Three
El Santo
“I understand your hesitance . . . Dario.” Due to their elevated position outside on a windy day, the words were transmitted with an echo of static. LeAnna’s statement was made with conviction.
She understood me.
She would wait for me to return her affections.
I have only one problem with that.
I’m not afraid to love, and she’s misplaced hers.
“You have to get her away from him, El Santo.” Angelica’s hushed tone seeps into my musings.
Dominic spewed lies. He heaped all the blame on the innocent love of my life. Who slanders the dearly departed? They have no voice to refute anything.
Damn right, I had lunged at Dominic on the stage. “We’d gone up together. I had allowed him to speak first. He was supposed to say a few choice words while I grieved and collected my composure to speak. He ruined the last few moments I had with her!”
“Was Dominic somehow to blame for the car accident?” Angelica asks.
“No, idiota! Dominic ruined the funeral. My last moments with Alejandra were fucked over because of him! All Dominic had to do was give a short speech and introduce me, the man who fucking adored her!” My hands encircle Angelica’s throat. She’s obedient, silent, as I squeeze tight. “I was denied the right to cherish our final seconds before—I-I couldn’t save Alejandra . . . She was bleeding all over the place. Her face. Her body. I couldn’t wipe off the blood, wash away the hurt. I couldn’t save her! The funeral was supposed to be my time with her. My final goodbye.”
“El Santo,” she gasps for oxygen. “You can’t turn back time. What you can do is separate Aria from him,” Angelica repeats. “Do you have any idea the level of vulnerability there is to be the first to say I love you? Then for that love not to be returned. Save her.”