“Se?orita, a man could fall in love with you very easily. The way you talk and act ... You are a very dangerous woman.”
“Much more dangerous than you can ever imagine. So don’t use the L word with me. I have a tendency to take what men say to me to heart.”
He looked right in my eyes and insisted, “I say what I mean and mean what I say.”
Damn, he sure knew how to talk that romantic shit, didn’t he?
“Now it is my turn to show you the stars and the moon.” He lifted me up with ease and carried me into the bedroom, where he placed me on the bed. I opened my legs so that my shaved, plump * was on display and ready to be sampled. He dropped to his knees before me and nuzzled his face into my lips, where his nose and then his mouth sought out my clit. He licked and probed first with a firm tongue, then pushed deeper into me, making my clit throb and my * cream. I convulsed, popping my hips toward him with each uncontrolled eruption on his face.
My body had barely stopped trembling from the first orgasm when he dove in for another. “Don’t stop till you get enough,” I teased, grateful for this man’s skills. I could fall in love with a man like this.
As he went to work with his tongue, I turned my head to the side and noticed a black handgun on the nightstand beside me. Miguel hadn’t even bothered to try to hide it. It was so close, I could have reached out and touched it if I wanted—which I definitely didn’t. Something similar had snuffed out Trevor’s life. A solitary tear escaped down my cheek as I closed my eyes.
“What?” Miguel asked. “Am I doing something wrong?”
I opened my eyes, hating that he’d noticed my momentary emotional lapse. “No, you’re perfect,” I replied with a smile at the inquisitive face between my legs. I quickly wiped away the rogue tear. “Don’t stop. Talking gets me in trouble.”
I gently pushed his head back down, coaxing my * onto his face again. As he resumed a gentle tongue massage on my clit and slid two fingers inside, I closed my eyes and started grinding against his face.
Just as Miguel brought me to the edge of orgasm once again, we heard a crash coming from the living room. Miguel jumped up and went for his gun. He was no Trevor, that was for sure. Miguel was 100 percent man.
Before Miguel could even take the safety lock off his gun, though, three masked men burst into the bedroom. Shit, this was even worse than that night with Trevor. These dudes were huge, and they had shotguns pointed right at us. Miguel lowered his gun.
“Don’t move, or we’ll blow your fucking heads off,” one of the masked men yelled.
“Oh shit,” was all I could say when I recognized the voice.
One of them switched on the light.
“What the fuck? Paris, put some fucking clothes on!” Junior pulled off his mask. The look on his face scared the hell out of me, but of course, I wasn’t going to let him know that.
I pulled the sheet up to cover my naked body. This was so fucking embarrassing. Not only had my brothers just seen me naked, but they’d probably heard me screaming in ecstasy right before they barged in. “What the hell is going on here? Is this some kind of joke?”
“Does it look like a joke?” Orlando spat angrily as he grabbed Miguel by the arm. “We’re taking this motherfucker for a ride. Pop wants to see him—and I’m sure he’s gonna wanna see you too. Get some damn clothes on.”
All three of them pulled Miguel out of the room. Rio came back in a second later, but instead of coming to smooth things over with me, he just shook his head and then threw my clothes at me. I didn’t know yet what was going on, but maybe Miguel was right, after all. My father was going to kill him.
LC
24
“What time is it, Harris?” I growled.