Page 40 of Hunter's Revenge
“Fuck no.”
I pick her up and set her on top of me so she can straddle my hips.
Her beautiful breasts bounce up and down, looking ripe and juicy, begging me to suck them, so I feast on them.
“Ride me,” I tell her, gripping her curvy hips.
That rose-colored flush returns to her cheeks but soon disappears, and Miss Gwen St. James becomes the seductress again.
With my cum already inside her, she slides her glorious body down onto my dick, and I’m ready to go again. Seconds later, we’re fucking. Fucking as if this is the very first time and we can’t stop.
But that’s not the last time.
The last time happens when I have her on her back and I’m fucking her into the mattress. Half the sheets are falling off the bed, and Gwen’s hair is a mess of sexiness, her skin glowing with the light of pleasure.
I made the mistake of going into the bathroom to get a warm towel to clean her off, and when I got back, she was fast asleep.
That was five minutes ago, and I’m still here staring at her, looking at a woman I can’t keep, no matter who she is.
If she’s not Santiago’s daughter and we have this fling, then that is all it will be. But if she is his daughter, she’ll become a pawn in my game, and she will hate me.
Either way, I would lose this.
Personally, I don’t think Gwen is Santiago’s daughter. Her life doesn’t fit what I would expect of a cartel king, but neither does Allyson’s.
Maybe it’s more about the innocent light of goodness I can see in Gwen.
The sound of something scratching against the door pulls me from my thoughts.
It’s Sebastian. Since it’s nearly six in the morning, I’m guessing he’s probably used to coming up here and staying with Gwen until she wakes.
He did the same thing that first night I stayed here.
Quickly, I put my clothes on, then look at the beauty asleep in her bed one last time before I leave the bedroom, completely unsure of what I can trust myself to do when I see her again.
The dog gives me a hopeful look when he sees me coming through the door, so I spare another few minutes to feed him and take him for a little walk before I head back to the beach house.
Zakh is awake already.
He’s in the living room and looks like he’s been working for a while.
“You slept with her, didn’t you?” He asks without taking his eyes off the screen.
I sigh and press my lips together. “Yes.”
“Malik—”
“I know. Whatever it is you’re going to say, I already know.”
“Well, that was easy.” He smirks.
“Sorry I was away. I didn’t know you were going to be up working.” When I left he was on the phone talking to Lorelai.
“Something came up and I had to check it out.” He points to the laptop screen. “It might be nothing, but it’s worth a shot.”
“What have you found?” Hope rises in me and I move closer, pulling up a chair to sit next to him.
“I spoke to a guy Santiago used to hire when he was here.”