Savage Unapologetic(58)

       
         
       
        

The heady ministration made me moan against his lips and parted my legs farther as wetness began to soak his hand.

Juan broke the kiss, hot wet lips travelling across my neck, nipping, sucking at whatever expanse of skin it found until it reached the valley of my breast. While his hand relentlessly rubbed my pussy, the other roughly shoved the other side of V of my dress, pushing my breast out in the open.

A sob caught my throat when I felt his teeth capture my nipple and began to lightly tug. He then used the tip of his tongue to soothe it before resuming the tugging, driving me mad with hunger. Between my legs, the throb in my sex mounted until I began to gyrate in his hand to soothe it.

When his middle finger pushed the seam of the thong aside, my upper body lifted farther into his lips. Then, in one hasty breath, I felt his finger ruthlessly thrusting into my pussy, making me cry out his name.

"Ride me, cariña. I need to be inside you."

The fog that had muddled my brain began to lift as his words sunk deeper, registering in my brain. I froze. All the haze-filled lust evaporated as my conscience knocked me out of breath.

"Stop-please stop!"

Juan paused before his mouth detached itself from my breast. Then he sought my eyes, his incessant finger still tightly lodged deep in my hot channel.

"I'm sorry, but this isn't what I want. We're both drunk and a little high." My voice trembled as I felt that rogue finger flickering against my g-spot mercilessly. "Pull it out, please  … "

River's face flashed before me, and I knew my life was over. There was no way I could hide this. The man knew me too well. When I saw him tomorrow, how much would my body reveal my betrayal?

"You want me," he gruffly stated, unapologetic as his finger began to cause riot to my senses, targeting that one wretched spot. "Don't deny us, cariña. I don't care about him. You can have me, too. You can have us both."

"No  …  just no. And for the love of God, stop fingering me!" I screamed with my all, wanting nothing but for this nightmare to end. Yes, it was a nightmare of my own making, but hell, temptation caught me defenseless. This was a mistake and the consequence for such fault would be undoubtedly high. River might never forgive me.

Juan made a deafening groan before he grudgingly pulled his finger out of my wet folds. "Lo siento." I'm sorry.

"It's hard. I get it, but this-you and me-it's never going to happen." This would be the only time I'd address it. Whether he'd be too drunk to remember it tomorrow, well, that'd be unfortunate.

"Amor loco, yo por tú y tú por otro." 

I stared at him, wondering what gibberish he was spewing this time. I was still beside myself and what I almost allowed him to do to my body. This was a new low for me. What had caused me to let my guard down? I was beyond ashamed to even look him straight in the eye.

"Can we just forget tonight and pretend none of this happened?" A far-fetched idea, but I was reaching for the stars here. We committed ourselves to a project, and I didn't want it jeopardized.

Juan snickered and looked away. When he brought those big, disappointed eyes my way again, I felt a twinge of something.

"Ah, cariña  …  if I could only have you for one night, I'll die a happy man." He laughed before resting his head against the cushion and released a ragged breath, as if trying to calm himself before he blew up. The calm before the storm.

"In your dreams." Fucker. "I hope your hangover's gonna be a bitch tomorrow." This had to stop. I understood that his cock strained his pants and how worked up he was to get me aroused, but that was the farthest it could go. There would be no repetition of this.

"I can't wait for the day when I can take out those sharp claws, cariña."

Ugh, he was beyond hopeless.

"Oh, shut up already."

As much as I would've enjoyed stomping his hopes at every corner, I had a flight at seven, and I intended to be at the airport in two hours' time.

"I have an early flight to catch in the morning. I have to pack and get things ready."

"Suena conmigo, cariña."

Cariña, my ass. Not tonight, Satan. Not fucking tonight!





Chapter Sixteen



"Just in time," I blew out a sigh of relief as my flight to Stockholm began boarding. When I stated that I intended to be here early, yeah, that didn't happen. The alarm on my phone decided to take a day off and didn't function the way Apple gods intended. Therefore, I woke up at thirty past five, scrambling to get out of bed and dashing out of the apartment.