Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 96167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
“What about the north wall?” Matias leaned back in the chair, his hand resting on his thigh. “Have we added more cameras?”
Chispa jumped in with a technical report, and Matias asked more security questions, his thumb moving restlessly, sliding over the pads of the fingers on the same hand, back and forth, again and again.
There was so much power in those fingers. They could be cruel, fucking brutal in his passion, but they could also be tender, gentle on her skin in his affection. Whether he was whipping her, caressing her, or fingering her into mindless bliss, those fingers inspired strength and dominance, left her craving more, wanting more of him, needing him to be the man she trusted him to be.
He flicked his eyes to her, to his lap, and back to her face. Her heart raced, her entire body pulling toward him as her feet slid to the floor. She stood, straightened her shorts, and crossed the balcony.
Nico, Chispa, and Picar continued the conversation, but all eyes were on her as she lowered onto Matias’ lap. Frizz’s watchful gaze was the hardest to meet, but she forced herself to hold his stare and not let him intimidate her. Of all the men in the inner circle, his eyes were softest, a strangely-innocent shade of blue. She couldn’t help but morbidly wonder about the mystery he kept trapped behind those threaded lips.
A shiver raced through her, and she tried not to wriggle on the hard bulge pressing against the zipper of Matias’ jeans.
For the next hour, she sat sideways on his lap, resting against his chest with her head on his shoulder. She indulged in the vibration of his voice as he rumbled on about security, debating the idea of leaving the property and going into hiding.
If they fled the compound, she wouldn’t use it as an opportunity to escape. Maybe she was determined to the point of self-destruction, but she needed to see Matias’ slave trade through to the end.
But it wasn’t just that. The mere thought of being separated from him twisted her insides into panicky knots. That fear alone trumped the accumulation of every fear she’d ever felt. He was the only person who had ever made her lungs stretch, heart sing, and mind dance. No way in hell was she giving him up.
He slid his knuckles up and down her inner thighs as he talked to his men. One might’ve assumed it was mindless fidgeting, but the swollen proof of his awareness jerked persistently against her hip.
She sighed. If there was one thing she’d learned in her three weeks here, it was that she loved his cock. She loved the thick girth, the veins that ran along the underside, and the little freckle just beneath the crown. Her pussy clenched as she replayed the way he’d woken her this morning—his dick in her mouth, his musky scent in her nose, and his salty come in her throat.
She’d never considered herself a slut, but after he’d framed the term with admiration, she’d spent the better part of the past week learning how to be more honest with herself about who she was and what she wanted. While his beautiful cock consumed her thoughts, she’d become more receptive to him as a whole, and the biggest piece of that was his dominance.
Sitting on his lap like this filled her with belonging. The strength and power in his body coupled with the tenderness of his touch and the warm scent of his masculinity felt like home and permanence, instilling in her a sense of security. All that searching with other men had been such a wasted effort. No wonder losing Matias had hurt her so much. He was where she should’ve always been.
Nico rolled up the sleeve of his shirt. “All I’m saying is we need to be—” A phone chirped on the table, and he grabbed it, glanced at the screen. A second later, he straightened, his eyes lifting and landing on Matias.
Matias stiffened against her, prompting the same reaction in her muscles.
“They found more.” Nico’s usual scowl vanished amid the starkness of his unblinking eyes.
“Found what?” She sat up and turned to look at Matias.
His hand went to her face, cupping her jaw, but his focus remained on Nico. “Where?”
“Three hours north by helicopter. Permítame un momento.” Nico stood, lifting the phone to his ear as he strode to the far end of the railing.
She touched the hand on her cheek. “Matias? What’s going on?”
His lips formed a pale line, his hazel eyes sharp as he stared at Nico’s back and lowered their hands. She searched the other faces at the table—Frizz, Chispa, Picar—and found the same expressions, all of them watching Nico, rigid in their chairs as if bracing to leap up.
“Does this have to do with Gerardo’s betrayal?” Her breaths quickened. “Did you find spies?”