Black Hearts (Sins Duet #1)

Our families would die before they ever let us be together.

“What if I were to tell you that I’m not as nice as you think,” I say to her, grabbing her hand and pulling her to me. I run my fingers over her cheeks before placing my palm against her throat, my fingers gripping around her neck. “Would a nice boy tie you up and choke you? Would a nice boy encourage you to leave all of this and your family behind?”

She stares up at me warily. Her throat is warm and presses against my hand as she tries to swallow. “What do you mean?” she whispers.

“You want it to be about just you and just me?” I lean in, kissing the side of her mouth. “Then you come away with me. You leave their bullshit and their lies behind and you become the Violet McQueen you were always meant to be. You become free.”

Images of blackbirds fill my mind, flying away, singing into the dead of night.

Her eyes shimmer as they gaze up at me. I find it impossible to look away, impossible to let her go. “Come with me,” I whisper.

It will be so much easier this way.

Her mouth drops open for a moment, sucking in air. “Where?” she finally asks, shaking slightly. This scares her. It thrills her. Even the fucking thought of it all. I can practically smell her getting wet over it.

Escaping.

With me.

To a place far, far worse than here.

“Anywhere you want to go,” I tell her and I’m not lying. Not right now. I do want to take her where her heart desires. “We can leave tonight. Drive to Seattle. Drive to LA. Go to Vegas. Go to New York. Just you and me and the car and, mirlo, I promise you you’ll see things you’ve never seen before. I’ll open your eyes to the world.”

“Vicente…” she trails off, breaking her gaze. I tighten the grip on her neck until she looks back at me.

“I’m serious. You say the word and we’ll go.”

There’s a flash of pink tongue as she licks her lips nervously.

That does me in every time.

My cock hardens. I push it against her thigh.

“I don’t…I don’t know.” She closes her eyes. “I…I have school. I have no money, you know, and I don’t want to depend on you.”

“Just think about it,” I murmur in her ear, releasing her neck and sliding my hand down over her breasts, pressing my cock harder against her.

“I’ll think about it.”

“Promise?”

She nods. “Yes…if you promise me something.”

From the glint in her eye I know it’s going to be something I’ll like.

“What?”

“Fuck me.”

I blink at her, unable to hide the grin. “Right here?”

She doesn’t say anything but I can see the determination on her brow. She’s in need of a distraction from all of this, wants to get out of her head.

She turns and starts to walk for the trees, a faint path winding away from the festival.

I follow, grabbing her hand, letting her know I’m there for her. She keeps walking, as if leading me and we wind our way through the forest in silence. The wind is picking up, whipping long sections of clouds through the trees. Giant grey whales of mist that float past and disappear.

She brings me to a grove of eucalyptus trees, the smooth bark peeling off in greens and greys and rust, and we go behind them, leaving the crowd in the distance. The music is now reduced to a dull thump, like it’s happening in a dream.

Her hands go to my face, fingers so soft and cold, and she stares at me, her eyes searching mine through a million different feelings and I’m torn in a million different ways, ways I shouldn’t be.

One minute I think I know what I need to do.

The next I’m not sure I can do it.

“Everything is going to be okay,” I tell her. A lie. And I can tell from the fire in her eyes that she doesn’t want to hear it.

“It doesn’t matter,” she says. She pulls my face down to hers and kisses me, hard, deep, as if she’s suddenly afraid that she won’t survive without my lips on hers, my tongue lost in her warmth. She really believes I’ll leave her, that her family drama and her messy life is far too much for me.

It all comes out in desperation as her hands slip down over my dick, pressing hard against my firm length and coaxing a deep moan from me.

She wants to escape.

I will gladly do what I can.

I move away from her hands and undo the button on her jeans before unzipping them. I pull them down to the ground and her lacy underwear along with it.

“What did I tell you about wearing these?” I say, like I’m chastising a child.

I kiss her hard and then drop to my knees, removing her boots and tossing her jeans aside. Without saying a word, I start licking up her cold, bare, naked thighs until she shivers and moans, until goosebumps erupt all over her sensitive flesh. I slide my fingers into her cunt, wet and wanting, just as I thought. She’s practically melting into my touch and I melt into her.

“Look how wet you are,” I moan, kissing briefly down her legs. “You’re ready to come in my mouth already.”

Once she begins breathing hard, swaying her hips for more, I keep her pressed back against the tree and bring up one of her legs, hooking it over my shoulder. She grabs the top of my head for stability, her fingers sinking into my hair as I leave soft, wet kisses from the side of her knee all the way up her inner thigh. My lips and tongue tease her mercilessly, one of my favorite things to do.

Her body tenses and relaxes from my touch, and I grab hold of the sides of her hips, hard, as I bring my face between her legs. My lips meet her swollen ones and I tease her clit with the tip of my finger before sliding my tongue along her cleft and plunging it inside her.

Jesus.

So hot, so tight, so wet.

She’s unbelievable.

Her exquisite, heady taste dances on my tongue, reaching deep inside of me and igniting this primal layer, the caveman at my core.

I want to devour her until there’s nothing left. I want to make her scream and squirm and moan into oblivion.