Page 83 of Tainted Blood
Son of a bitch.
I’m nearly out of my mind with lust. The need to come is greater than the need to breathe. The old Santi would have driven his cock in anyway and taken what’s rightfully his. But this new Santi, this husband with a conscience can’t fucking do it.
Sober or drunk.
Growling out my frustration, I grab the back of her head, my fingers twisting in her hair. “You’re going to be the death of me, wife,” I repeat, the words starting to become my own personal creed.
I’m about to pull away and suffer in silence again, when she stops me with a hand on my arm. “Wait.”
The entire room goes up in flames of anticipation as she sinks to her knees.
“Thalia, you don’t have to—”
“Maybe I want to.”
I’ve lusted after those lips around my cock since the moment she fell into my office, but I also know I’ve been her first everything—and as wound up as I am, I’m incapable of being gentle.
“Muñequita—”
“I’m not asking, Santi. Give me the power for once.”
“I don’t give power, mi amada. But for you, I’ll share it.” I give her a dangerous smile. “Open your mouth.”
She takes me in slow and deep, curling her fingers around the base of my cock. In response, I let out a slow hiss, my fingers fisting even tighter around her hair. She’s inexperienced, but I don’t care. Her mouth is wet and warm and feels like heaven.
I guide her movements, my vision blurring. Every time I hit the back of her throat, the craving gets stronger. After that, my restraint evaporates into thin air. I lead her in a brutal rhythm, my hips pistoning into her mouth. She takes it all, anchoring her nails into my ass, until my muscles ache...my balls ache...everything aches for her.
My palm slams against the top of the dresser, the tequila bottle rattling again as I come hard, spilling days of pent-up lust into her mouth. When the dark edges of my vision fade, I open my eyes to find her running a hand under her bottom lip, a victorious smile on her face.
Fuck, I love this woman.
Tugging her up to her feet, my fingers grip her chin with a touch of warning. “If I find out you’ve sucked any other man’s cock, I’ll slit his throat.” Then I pull her against me and crush our mouths together again.
When we part, I brush my thumb over her lips, watching her smile falter.
“This doesn’t change anything. I still meant what I said before I left.”
“I know you did. I just needed a fix, and you’re the most beautiful of highs.”
Our next kiss is a lingering goodbye. I’ll give her all the space she needs now, but maybe there’s another way of keeping her close while she figures out all the shit she needs to figure out.
“Good luck with the job hunting, muñequita.”
“Wait, how did you...?” She sighs in resignation. “Have you been stalking me?”
Smirking, I reach around her and retrieve my bottle before pausing at the door.
“Siempre...”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Thalia
Three Weeks Later
“Thalia? Come quick… Your hot stalker’s back again.”
I glance up from my desk to find my colleague, Bonnie, leaning out of the fourth-floor window to catch a glimpse of the black Aston Martin, or more specifically the hot man standing next to it.