Page 19 of Surrendered Hearts

She doesn’t tell me that, and instead of walking away, she crashes into me, her hands coming furiously to my hair, and her mouth coming back to mine, demanding the fucking world from me.

I take hold of her and walk her backwards. Forcing her against the wall, I shred her dress from her body in one swift movement. My dick is already hard as hell, but the sight of her dressed only in her underwear gets me harder.

Fucking hell.

This woman will be my wife tomorrow.

Mine.

I need to be inside her.

I need to fucking claim her.

Mark her.

Do every-fucking-thing to let her know she’s mine and mine only.

Wrapping my hand around her neck, I turn her to face the wall. Freeing my cock, I growl, “Take your underwear off.”

She does as ordered and I curve my hand over her ass, sliding my thumb between her cheeks.

“Oh, God,” she moans as I rub my thumb over the place where she loves it the most. Reaching for my cock, she begs, “Fuck me, Javier.”

The words I’ve been waiting for send me over the edge.

I grip her hips and slam my dick inside her.

She puts both hands to the wall and takes every thrust.

We’re a frantic explosion of lust and war.

Pleasure and pain.

Love and hate.

This isn’t a ceasefire, but it’s everything we both need.

And after we come, I sense the change in her.

She might still think she hates me, but her body is telling a whole other story.

One she’s started paying attention to.

I know this because there’s not one trace of conviction in her words when she meets my gaze and says, “For the record, I don’t love you.”

I kiss her. Roughly. Savagely. “It doesn’t matter if you do or don’t. Tomorrow you will be mine and that is all that matters.”

I pull out of her and zip myself up before turning and stalking out of the bedroom.

I need some distance between us after this encounter.

I need to get my thoughts together and figure out how the fuck I’m going to find Perez.

I’ll be fucking damned if I’ll let him come for my woman.

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