“Did you take care of it? Am I free?”
He nods. “You are, but you have to decide how free you want to be. I want you, Eva. I love you, and there’s no way that I want you walking out of my door and out of my life. Be with me.”
I can’t answer him, but it’s not because I don’t know what I want. I just don’t know how to tell him that I feel the same way and that I want the same thing, so I nod and pull away from him. The chicken will burn if I don’t turn it off, and as soon as I click the stove off, I turn back to him.
“I’m yours.” I said those words once before, to another man, but I didn’t mean them the way that I mean them now. There’s something about Roque that tells me that I don’t have to worry about anything ever again. He’ll take care of me. All I have to do is give myself over to him.
He’s going to make sure that I’m the best version of me I can be, and I want him to. I want him to take me and mold me, fill me and use me, and turn me into the Eva that I knew I could be.
“Fuck yes.” He growls a little, the sound making heat and wetness pool in my core, and comes to me, forking his hand through my hair and then fisting it so that he has complete control over me. “Eva, I want you, and I’m never going to let you go, do you understand?”
“I do,” I tell him, but I barely manage to get the words out before his mouth is crushing mine. Every time we kiss is hot, but there’s something about the way his mouth is searching mine right now that takes my breath away. He wants me more than I knew it was possible for anyone to want me, and my body responds to him.
Roque reaches around behind me and unties the apron, so I slip it off over my head, dropping it down onto the floor. Before I can move, he pulls my tank top off, and unhooks my bra, immediately taking one of my nipples into his mouth.
I arch my back, forcing more of me in him as he sucks my nipple and strokes my other tit. The feeling of his hands and his hot mouth on me are almost enough to send me over the edge, but I’m not there yet. I need to know more about what he has in his room, and I need to feel him in me.
“Bedroom,” I gasp out, trying to wiggle out of his grasp. It’s almost impossible for me to think when he has his hands on me, and I swear that he knows that. He’s not interested in letting me go until he takes what he wants from me, though, and he lightly bites my nipple before raising his head.
“Were you in my bedroom?” The question could be innocent, but I have a feeling by the way he’s looking at me that he knows everything. I blush, hard, and try to think of the best way out of this.
“I…”
Roque’s eyes light up and he picks me up, throwing me over his shoulder before turning and walking out of the kitchen and down the hall. “You’ve been so good that I want to give you a surprise, Eva, but just when I thought that you were too good, I find out that you’re a little bit naughty. I have to say, I like that about you.”
All I can do is squeak in response and then cry out when he smacks my ass. His touch burns through my jeans, but I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t want more of it.
Chapter 21
Roque
Sweet little Eva didn’t have to tell me that she’d been in my room. Of course she had. There’s no way that someone could be locked in another person’s house and not head straight to their room to find out what was going on. I can tell by the way she’s squeaking and panting that she found my toys, and I can’t wait to use them on her.
From the look of her ex, I don’t think that she’s ever been good and fucked until I got my hands on her, and now that I’ve had a taste of what she has to offer, there’s no way that I’m going to turn down anything she wants to give me.
I toss her on the bed and strip, my eyes locked on her. “Take it all off,” I tell her, and then I grin to myself as she does exactly that. She still has some markings on her wrists and ankle from being tied down. Now would be the perfect time to tie her down again, when we don’t have to worry about new marks, but I control myself.
“Fuck, you look so good, Eva,” I tell her, climbing onto the bed with her. She doesn’t move away from me, instead, she slides over to me, grabs me by the shoulders, and pulls her down on her. I oblige, running a hot line of kisses from her mouth down between the peaks of her tits, across her toned stomach, and to her wet core.
She wants me so badly already. She’s greedy, my little Eva, and I don’t hold back, immediately slipping two fingers into her soaked cunt and starting to fuck her. She moans and writhes on the bed, bucking her hips up at me, so I grab them and force them down, pinning her in place.
“Fuck, Eva, you know how good you feel?” I don’t expect her to answer, but her eyes fly open and lock onto me.
“Do you love me?” Her voice is strangled and it’s almost impossible for her to get the words out. I can tell that she’s forcing them out and barely breathing at the same time,
