AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Thank you, pretty girl. I’ll be inside soon.” No sooner did she close the door than a familiar jeep pulls up and out jumps my brother and Daniel. A sinking feeling overtakes me, and I march across, grabbing Daniel by the neck before either utter a single syllable. “Why are you two here? The fuck is going on?”
Emiliano places a hand on my shoulder, but that only causes my grip to tighten and for my friend’s face to redden. “Let him go, Alejandro. We need to talk.”
“Then spit it out. Why are you here?”
“Because she’s gone. Lourdes disappeared last night.”
25
HIS SCENT IS deliciously male, and it surrounds me—consumes me—while his muscular frame overpowers mine. He’s strong. Attentive to my every sound while forcing me to face the night’s sky; I can feel the way the muscles of his abdomen flex against my back. Feel the vibrations of a low rumble as it builds in his chest and then vibrates against my neck.
He’s kissing the area just below the lobe, just a soft caress across my skin, but I feel it from the tip of my toes to the very last strand of hair on my head.
I shouldn’t let him control me so easily, but my body isn’t complying with rationality. It’s boycotting my every instinct to protect myself and instead, leans back. Moves us closer so I can let his touch burn me.
Consequences be damned.
His hands skim down my thighs, bunching up my dress until he reaches the waistband of my panties. One tug and they rip, the thin lace of my thong slipping down to my mid-thigh. I’m exposed to the city below, but they can’t see me from his penthouse balcony.
Calloused fingers skim across my hip and lower as he traces my mound and then clit, not stopping until my wetness coats the tip.
“Motherfuck, Preciosa. I’m going to devour that sweet little—”
Beep. Beep. Beep.
I wake up with a gasp and a hand between my thighs, fingertips soaked with the effects of my dream and the yearning to feel him once more. My thighs tremble and heart races. My lips tingle and nipples harden.
It’s been like this for a few days now—since I came back home after assuring him I’d be fine while he found his little sister.
I can almost feel his touch—that dominating power he exudes by walking into a room—it’s surrounding me as the last dregs of my dream leave me near tears because I’m alone. Alone, and being watched by my father who keeps asking me questions that make me nervous.
Where did Signio take me?
Was it secluded?
Was anyone else with us?
Stretching my hands up, I turn my face and stare at the clock, seeing it’s almost ten. It’s the start of another day without him. Another round in this waiting game I’m left with no choice but to participate in.
I can’t fault him, though. Not under the circumstances, because had someone I love gone missing, I’d move heaven and earth to find them.
To save. To hug.
Moreover, even in his absence, his reminders are everywhere...
In my room.
In this bed.
In the nightly gifts Carlos delivers that set me ablaze with yearning.
Last night’s box sent me back to four days ago when I slept in his arms. Nothing fancy or pretentious; a shirt—his shirt—that he wore to pick me up before stealing me away.
It smelled of him.
Of man and need and want. Of leather and earth and home.
“Please come back,” I whisper low, throwing my covers off while reaching for my phone. The screen is full of notifications and I scroll through, stopping when I see four missed text messages.
