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Backing up, she grabbed my arm. “Stop it, Val.”

“I mean, you’re so good at it.” I continued backing her up until her ass hit the wall. “Being on your knees, that is.”

An impending storm of rage flashed through her eyes as she dropped the papers in her hand and slapped me hard across the face. For half a heartbeat, we stood there staring at each other, chests heaving and jaws clenched. Then, as if a dam broke, our mouths crashed together in impatient fury. There was nothing slow or soft about our kisses. Our tongues fought for dominance as teeth clashed and lips plundered.

Without asking permission, I jerked her dress up around her waist and wound the string that rested by her hips around my hand and pulled hard. A satisfying rip filled my ears as the material tore in half.

“Val,” she moaned, half encouraging me, half protesting.

I didn’t care one way or the other. I was too far gone. “Beg me,Cereza.”

“Fuck you.”

Shoving two fingers inside her, I pumped them hard and growled again. “Beg me,Cereza.”

Gasping, she threw her head back against the wall and groaned. “Fuck me. Forgive me, and for God’s sake, fuck me.”

I released my pants with one hand while continuing to thrust mercilessly into her. I felt her come the moment she clenched around my fingers. Moaning, she slammed her palms against the wall above her head and panted for air.

“Jesus!”

“Don’t move,” I demanded. Kicking her legs apart, I grabbed the back of her thighs and lifted her onto my cock. “No man will ever love you like I do,Cereza.” Driving into her hard, I bottomed out as she screamed my name. Holding us both still, I took full possession of what belonged to me. “Eres mia para siempre,” I commanded hotly into her ear. “You’re mine forever, Eden Lachey.”

* * *

“This isn’twhy I came here,” Eden mumbled, cradled in my lap as I sat leaned against the wall.

Eventually coming down from the high of simultaneous orgasms, we’d finally caught our breath, too exhausted to move. I couldn’t remember anything feeling as good as holding her in my arms at that moment. It was as if the anguish of the past six weeks faded away the minute I buried myself inside her. I didn’t care what she had to say. Eden wasn’t going back to Houston. I’d chain her to the bed again if I had to.

“Okay,” I said, burying my nose in her hair. “I’ll bite. Why did you come here?”

Climbing off me, she reached for the papers she’d dropped earlier and knelt beside me. “I have something to tell you, and I don’t know how you’re going to react.”

“You’re freaking me out a little,Cereza. Just tell me.”

She blew out a heavy breath. “Okay, so, Brody came over two days ago.”

“I don’t like where this is going,” I growled, my skin feeling like fire.

I’ll fucking kill Brody Harcourt.

“Oh, calm your inner caveman, Danger. It was innocent. He came over to talk about you.”

“Me?”

“There’s no easy way to say this, so I’m just going to put it out there, and we’ll deal with the fallout.” Rubbing the back of her neck, she caught my eye and held it. “Marisol Muñoz isn’t Marisol Muñoz.”

I leaned away, and studied her determined face. “That makes no sense.”

“You told me your baby sister’s body was never found after your family was attacked.”

“Eden, I don’t want to talk about…”

She placed a hand on my chest. “That’s because there was no body.”

“Huh?” I had no idea why she brought up such a painful subject, but I wanted no part of it. “Look, this is a part of my life I don’t want to talk about, all right? The past is the past.” Pushing off the floor, I buttoned my pants and headed back to the bar.

“That’s just it, Val; the past isn’t the past. Your sister didn’t die that night. Esteban Muñoz was one sadistic fuck. Think about it. What would hurt your father more than murdering his wife and children?”