The one I should defuse by walking away from the flame.
But I didn’t.
No, I fanned it. “God, the things you do to me, Danger.”
“Tell me,” he demanded, his hand mercifully returning to appease the ache he left between my legs.
“This office.” I caught my breath, a jumbled mix of curses tumbling past my lips as he curled a finger toward my front wall. Terrified he’d stop if I did, I forced more incoherent words out, not caring a damn bit how needy they sounded. “Seeing you here… It reminds me how powerful you are.”
Desperate for friction, I writhed against him only to snap back as the hand on my belly wrapped around my throat. “Powerful, huh? Like this?” Val’s fingers sank even deeper, pumping ruthlessly as his thumb pressed hard against my clit. “Like a man who takes what he wants? What belongs to him? What’s always belonged to him?”
“God, yes!”
“A powerful man who’d carve out the heart of any man who dared to look at her?”
Gasping, I nodded, my voice lost somewhere in the oblivion of an impending orgasm. One I know is going to explode hard and fast, tossing me around like a ragdoll in a tornado.
“Who do you belong to, Eden?”
“You, Val.”
“Who does this pussy come for?”
The words ran off my lips with the ease of rain. “Only you.”
“And don’t you ever fucking forget it,” he growled into my ear. “Ven para mí.” Come for me.
With the relentless swirl of his thumb against my clit, the punishing drive of his fingers, and the simultaneous detonation of the fuse he hit inside, I obeyed. After creating the perfect storm, he tossed me into the current and dragged me under until there was no air. No sound. No chance of anything but his name filling every crevice of my body as I unraveled under his command.
“Val!”
Still incoherent from my fall, I stumbled as Val turned me around and grabbed my chin between his slick fingers and crushed his mouth onto mine. My lips didn’t hesitate to part for him, our tongues dueling frantically as if it were our first taste.
Frantic. Yeah, that was this unsettling feeling surging inside me. I wanted answers, but I wanted him more. No, I needed him with a level of desperation I’d never known.
And it scared me.
Finally, drawing back, Val raked his thumb across my bottom lip, his eyes darkening to a blackened void. “These beautiful lips were made to wrap around the cock of the most powerful man in the world, Cereza. After this baby comes, you’ll get on your knees for me.”
“Sí.”
It was the answer he wanted because he devoured my lips a second time, stealing my breath and all rational thought before pulling away and spinning me back around. “Until then…”
There was no time to protest. In a flurry of motion, he slammed my hands on top of the desk and tugged my hips back into a position that resembled a criminal about to be arrested on the side of the highway.
I could’ve protested. Although Val’s cartel boss mode scared me sometimes, I knew he’d never hurt me. I knew I could reach him if I really wanted to.
Problem was, I didn’t.
I didn’t when he jerked my dress over my hips.
I didn’t when he used his Italian dress shoes to kick my legs apart.
And I didn’t when I glanced over my shoulder and watched as he licked his finger and ran it from the top of my ass, down to the entrance he only took while wound-up in this state. I held my breath as he toyed with me, forcing his way inside the tight ring of muscle with the tip only to pull back out.
“I’ll fuck this tonight,” he promised, repeating the torture. “But right now, I want you to walk down that aisle with my cum dripping down your legs.”
Holy shit.
His voice dropped deceptively low. “Te amo.”
“I love you, too.”
“And Eden?”
“Yes?”
“Hold on.”
I didn’t have a chance to speak before Val all but ripped his tuxedo pants open, shoving them just far enough down his thighs to drive into me with one violent thrust. The burn of his possession took my breath away, and I struggled to adjust to his demands. As many times as Val had taken me with the force of an angry god, I was still never truly prepared for the invasion.
Val’s cock was just like his presence. Larger than life and mercilessly brutal.
He fucked without apology, feeding on my screams and strengthening with each plea. It was dirty, fierce, and raw, and we should be ashamed of ourselves. After all, this was Brody and Adriana’s wedding. Val was minutes away from walking his sister down the aisle. Dozens of guests milled around the courtyard right outside the window.
And neither of us gave a damn.
With one hand clutching my hip and the other cradling my chest, Val set whatever animal within him free, fucking me so hard I could barely hear anything over my screams, his curses, and the sound of skin slapping together in punishing chaos.
For the second time, my body wound into a tight coil, then springing apart and shattering into irreparable pieces. My release triggered Val’s and he plunged one last time, roaring out my name along with a string of broken curses as he came.
Still embedded deep within me, he dropped his forehead against my back, his breathing harsh and ragged. “No me dejes.”
The words were barely a whisper, but I froze.
I was born and raised in Houston, Texas. I never went to college; hell, I barely graduated high school. But at twenty-five years old, I married the heir to a cartel kingdom and moved to a country that spoke a language I didn’t understand.
However, after two years, three months, and fifteen days, I’d learned enough to get by.
Enough to know my husband was hiding something else from me.
Enough to translate three prophetic words.
Don’t leave me.
Chapter Seven
Eden
Don’t leave me.
I couldn’t shake Val’s words.
They hid behind the plastic smile as I kissed him goodbye and closed his office door. They echoed in every click of my heels as I made my way down to the kitchen and back up two flights of stairs to our bedroom. They sank deeper into my stomach as I reached for the doorknob, hesitating seconds before turning it.
Don’t leave me.
Why would I leave him? More than that, why would he think I’d leave him?
What the hell had he done?
Tucking the bottle under my arm, I settled my other hand across my belly and drew in a deep breath. “Later,” I muttered. “You can kill him after the reception.”
I didn’t feel any calmer. In fact, between arguing, fucking, and pretending, I felt like a volcano about to erupt. But at least I had a plan.
Sort of.
Shoving it away in the back of my mind for later, I barely twisted the doorknob before it flew open, taking me with it.
“Where the hell have you been?”
I glanced up just as my heels skidded across the marble floor, locking eyes with my sister-in-law right before slamming straight into solid wood. “Ooofff.”
Adriana gave not one fuck. Standing there in a lacy, vintage wedding gown, she pinned me with a fiery glare. “It’s 5:02. That’s five-zero-two. I’m getting married in an hour and fifty-eight minutes, my hair is a mess, my makeup looks like shit, and my nerves are wound tighter than a nun’s asshole.”