Filthy Secret

LUPITA

I can’t feel my fingers, yet I manage to twist the knob on the dead bolt. “Wait. Roman.” Can he hear me? I pull open the door and freeze. He’s a few feet away, a gun in each hand, the barrels pointing right above me.

He glances behind me then lowers the guns. “I thought you left with Antonio.”

Hands shaking, I pull back the slide lock and push open the metalframed screen. “No.” The image of caliche flying as he hit reverse fills my mind. “He left on his own.”

Roman tucks the weapons into a holster beneath his arms before stepping up from the cement slab. His jaw’s tense, making him look even more intimidating than usual. At this point, I don’t care. I’m so grateful to be alive that I throw my arms around him-a total stranger.

It takes a full second for me to realize what I’ve done. My breasts are flattened against his hard-muscled chest. His waist is at my belly, his zipper pressing into me with the added force behind it. Heat rushes across my face, and my body comes alive, my pulse hammering in places it shouldn’t. I tilt my head back to find him studying me and suck in a breath. The patience and restraint I recognized before slowly unraveling.

I should step away, but I couldn’t move if I tried. Being this close to him makes me feel both safe and in danger at the same time.

He cups my jaw, right under my left ear, bringing his mouth down to mine. This isn’t a regular kiss; I recognize that even with my limited experience. His lips are taking possession, and my conscience is just along for the ride.

My senses are in chaos, every part of me he’s touching vying for more. His coat hits the floor and his arms come around me. I grip his shirt, his tie coming away in the process. I toss it aside, going back to tug at the buttons. My leg’s around his thigh, and I’m not sure how it got there.

One hand at my lower back, he presses into me, grinding his hard ridge against my belly. My body responds by flooding my panties. I should be embarrassed, but I’m not. I respond on instinct, opening to him when he deepens the kiss.

His hand’s covering my breast, tweaking my nipple, sending out shots of electricity. He’s guiding me back, struggling to keep our mouths fused. I’m pressed against something immovable and his hard body. His thumbs go into the waistband of my shorts, and I’m only too glad to help get rid of them.

The moment I straighten, his hand goes across my hip and lowers between my legs. He parts my folds, and I’m conscious of the wetness at my thighs.

“Fuck,” he groans, breaking the kiss.

“Mmmm,” is all I can manage. It’s agreement, pleasure, and submission in one. Best of all, it’s enough to drive him on.

In a heartbeat, he’s lifting me up to the edge of the counter without exerting any effort. The belt. His zipper. The pants and underwear. Gone. Then there’s nothing but a large, thick shaft aimed at me. I could devour him with my sight.

He hooks my knees, sending me back on my elbows. Then there’s the brush of his shaft along my clit, making something flutter from the base of my neck. The head finds my entrance, and I have a moment of pressure as my body welcomes him. He thrusts hard, taking me with brief, sharp pleasure-pain. I drop my head back, my inner muscles getting used to having him filling me for the first time.

I swallow hard, taking a calming breath, and straighten, to find him glaring at me, his jaw tight.

“Was this for him?” he snarls.

“What? Who?” My brain’s too muddled to follow, but he increases the pressure against my inner walls, making his point.

“Antonio.”

Was I saving myself for Antonio? He can’t imagine how ridiculous that sounds. “God no.” I’ve never felt this yearning for a man, this desire to touch and be touched. What is it about Roman de Marco that makes me want to answer with raw honesty? “I think…I was waiting for you,” I finish in a murmur.

ROMAN

I’m balls deep in her tight little cunt, barely able to keep a thought in my head past the fact I rammed through her fucking cherry. Someone like Lupita Torres would have held onto her virginity for marriage. Antonio’s words come back to haunt me. It’d be an open marriage, for me. With a wife like that, I could do whatever I wanted, and nobody’d say a damn thing. Annoyance, disgust, anger all war within me, breaking me free of the fog.

“Was this for him?” I snarl.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

“What? Who?” Her eyes open wide as I grind into her pussy, leaving no doubt as to what I’m asking.

“Antonio.”

She arches her body, blowing out a breath. “God no.” Her gaze searches my face. “I think…I was waiting for you,” she answers in a hoarse voice.

Sincerity’s there in every one of her features. Something inside me shifts, and possessiveness takes over. I watch her expression, gauging her reaction as I slide out. I’ve never taken a woman who’s pure and untouched. I don’t want to hurt her. The low moan coming from her throat is pleasure, something I wasn’t sure a woman could feel her first time.

I pull the T-shirt up her chest then drag the plain white bra along with it. Her nipples jut up from under the tight elastic band, making my mouth water. I palm the mound, playing with the stiff bud. Every pinch, every pull, every time I knead the taut tissue, her pussy tightens around me. She’s so fucking sensitive.

She arches, her chest rising, making the band dig into her rosy skin. I should pull off what little she’s wearing, but I’m greedy enough not to want the pleasure to stop. Running my hand down her rib cage, and across her stomach, I reach the triangle of hair pressing against mine.

She sucks in a breath as I move lower. I barely brush my fingertips over her slit when a sound escapes her, and she jerks her hips, coming up from her elbows. Fuck. I’d never survive this, not when every touch has her ready to go off.

Cupping her thighs, I slide out, leaving the tip of my cock in, despite whatever shred of sense I have left. It’s a beautiful sight, joined to this girl who’s everything I’m not.

“Roman.” Her lips are parted, her head tilting back as I bury myself inside her again. I want to taste her jaw, run my tongue along the column of her neck, put my hand to her throat when she swallows.

I continue to move, to claim her body. Cupping the back of her neck, I bring her close and take her mouth. Again, I register the fact she’s not sure of what she’s doing, instead, letting me take the lead. That only manages to pick away at my restraint until I’m actually struggling.

I’m never careless, never thoughtless, yet here I am, my cock deep in a virgin pussy without a damn rubber, wanting to take the long ride. Right now, I can’t think of a fucking reason why I shouldn’t.

Releasing her, I push her thighs apart, spreading them open as far as they’ll go. The sound of our bodies coming together grows louder, surrounds us, mixing with those of pleasure. The wooden counter protests, making me want more.

My breathing is harsh. She’s writhing beneath me, broken sounds coming from her open mouth. The confusion. The surprise. The goddamn arching of her back drags me down with her. The next thing I know, I’m grinding into the cradle of her thighs as I empty my balls inside a woman for the first time in my life.