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“Then make something up.”
I grip the base firmer and start moving my hand up and down as I take him deeper again, increasing the pace. He tastes so good, and his cock is so beautiful. I ache to feel it inside me, but I don’t know what it will do to us, to consummate this, whatever ‘this’ is, and I’ll be more than happy to just pleasure him.
I kiss his belly as I move my hand along his shaft. “Come for me, Lucas. I want to taste you. I want to hear you moan for me.” I kiss lower, kiss his hair, lower, put my lips to his balls that tighten, on the verge of release. I lick and nip my way back up to the head and sink him all the way in again, circling my tongue, gripping him harder, pumping his cock in my hand.
A muffled cry, almost like he’s in agony, then thick, hot semen hits the back of my throat. I swallow every drop, licking him clean. Lucas twitches and arches. His moans are so sexy, and I’m so turned on, it wouldn’t take much for me to come too.
Resting my head on his belly, I close my eyes as I feel his fingers thread through my hair. Not the time to think of Mamá, but his caresses make me do just that, and I have to fight the tears that suddenly want to fill my eyes. They’re a weird mix of happy and sad. Happy, because this moment is just perfect, it’s warmth, light, and tenderness. Sad, because it won’t last.
I pull up his briefs and zip up his pants, then I sit up.
“I’ll be working again tomorrow. It’s time.”
“What? You mean—” He gets up on his elbows and stares at me.
I nod. “I’m healed enough. The bruises can be covered up. They can’t go in my ass yet, though. Not fit for fight.” I try to smile, but I don’t get it quite right. The memory of why it isn’t fit is still too raw.
“No. Isn’t there a way…? You need more rest!”
I put a hand on his arm. “It’s fine, Lucas.”
He doesn’t look convinced.
“Read to me some more. I don’t think I got that last part.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Carmen
The knock on the door, has me flying out of the bathroom, toothbrush still in my mouth, hopping on one leg to try to get my pajama pants back on. I was halfway out of them, about to take a shower after having slept all day. I’ve entertained men several nights in a row and turned night into day as if I’m a vampire.
“Yes?” I pull open the door. Outside stands the matron. I smile, but the look on her face makes my muscles freeze. “What is it?”
She’s pale, her eyes dulled.
“You have been summoned, Carmen.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
Lucas
I’m just about to pull on my trainers and go for a run when I get the first call on that phone in a little over a week. I’ve done some supply runs, that’s all. Not even anything that seemed illegal. So far nothing that requires a weapon, nothing that makes me even more of a monster.
“Kid!”
I’m about to roll my eyes, but then something in Ivan’s voice makes me hold my breath.
“Here.”
“You’re gonna do a delivery tonight. Miss Moreno has been requested to the Salvatore residence. Have her here at seven thirty sharp.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Carmen
I stare at her, unable to process what she’s saying.
“What?”
