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  One grip, one squeeze, one twist, and Carlos is done.

  I go still, listening hard. The jail hallway is empty—the others long gone to go drink or party, or maybe collect bets for the fight I’ve just won. No, it’s just me and Carlos now.

  I yank his keys from his belt loop and sling his body over my shoulder. Taser in hand, I head out of the cell, but then I pause and think. I duck back in, and shove Carlos’s body under the rags that serve as my bed. I stuff them fuller, looking bigger since he’s much smaller than me, then step back. It’ll do in the dark.

  I head out again, close the door, and lock my cell from the outside. I turn, and my jaw tightens as my blood roars.

  One way leads to freedom. I could run and flee this hell. But not without my angel. Because the other way leads to her, and that’s where I head.

  To claim what’s mine.

  Chapter Nine

  Catalina

  I sit in front of the gilded vanity, looking into the big mirrors. I brush my hair slowly in long drawn out strokes of the silver Tiffany’s brush. An array of necklaces and rings and other jewels lie across the top of the vanity, reflecting like glitter in the mirror. I look up into my bright blue eyes, with the dark black lashes, and I sigh.

  I really am a bird in a gilded cage. Sometimes I’m honesty amazed my father ever let me to go school away in France, or much less collage in the States. Granted, I was surround by his people, hence the no friends or boyfriends.

  But now, this bird in the cage has gotten a taste of being free. I’ve gotten a glimpse of what awaits if I were to break free.

  He’s shown me that.

  James.

  Hush.

  I brush out my hair, sitting there in my gauzy white nightgown. The fortress mansion is all modern high tech, with temperature-controlled rooms. But the desert gets cool at night, and I prefer to simply sleep with the big doors to my balcony open. I can smell the familiar scent of desert jasmine and sweetbush outside, and even thought this palace isn’t where I grew up, it makes it feel a little more like home.

  A cool wind blows through, and I love the goosebumps it sets over my skin. I love the way it makes my nipples harden under the gauzy nightgown too, and I blush as my mind teases back to a few days ago, with Hush.

  God, that was hot. Dirty but sensual. Naughty but loving, which is weird. He is a beast, but he’s my beast. Mine. I blush deeper, feeling silly for even thinking of him like that. I mean who knows what I am to him? After all, he’s a man who’s been in a hole in the ground for two years. Maybe it’s just that I’m the first girl he’s gotten his hands on in a very, very long time.

  That thought sours in my head, but I clear it away. No, that’s just my own insecurities—my own shit. That’s not what this is.

  “It’s more than that,” I say quietly out loud.

  “What is?”

  The scream lodges in my throat as I half fall out of my chair. I whirl, clutching at my chest until suddenly, my eyes drink him in. He’s standing half in the shadows by the balcony doors, bare-chested, huge, and with his eyes blazing into mine.

  Hush.

  “You…” I swallow, and I realize that this is the first time I’ve been with him where there isn’t handcuffs on his arms, or a wall or bars between us. I shiver as he steps out of the shadows, biting my lip.

  “You’re scared,” he growls tenderly.

  “No, I—” I blush.

  “Don’t be, angel,” he groans deeply, moving towards me.

  “How…” I swallow. “How are you here?”

  “Because nothing could stop me from finding you,” he growls.

  I swallow, my skin tingling.

  “What were you saying?”

  “When?”

  “In the mirror, to yourself,” he grins.

  My face burns hot.

  “Nothing.”

  “Tell me,” he says gently as he moves closer.

  “It’s nothing, really,” I say quickly.

  “You were talking about you and I.”

  I frown. “How—”

  His eyes blaze into mine, and I bite my lip.

  “Yeah, I was.”

  “More than what?”

  “More than just… you know.”

  “You think because I’ve been locked in a cage for two years, that this is just desperation?”

  “The thought had crossed my mind,” I say quietly.

  He frowns. “No, angel. It’s not. You…” he shakes his head. “You’re the first good I’ve known in a very, very long time—since before I came here, even. I’ve been in this cage for two years, yes. But I was in a cage I built myself long before here.”

  His eyes blaze into mine, stealing my breath away.

  “You’re the first real good I’ve seen in maybe my entire life,” he growls.

  He steps closer to me, and I shiver as I stand to face him.

  “How did you break out?”

  “Someone got sloppy, I was ready.”

  “You could have run,” I whisper. “You could have gotten out of here.”

  “No, I couldn’t have,” he growls. “Not without you.”

  My heart beats faster, and my eye search his face.

  “I—I can’t stop thinking about you,” I breathe.

  “I’ve never stopped thinking about you since the moment I laid eyes on you,” he purrs.

  He moves closer, and my heart races as my pulse thunders through my ears. His hands slide over my hips, and I whimper. Hush groans.

  “Fuck, my hands missed you.”

  “Everything about me missed you,” I breathe.

  “Everything?” he purrs.

  “Everything,” I say quietly, heat pooling between my legs.

  He growls, leans down, and suddenly, I’m kissing him. Suddenly, I’m kissing my beast.

  He sweeps me into his arms, his huge arms utterly surrounding me in his muscled warmth. I gasp, and my hands slide over his chest, down to his grooved abs, and my body presses hotly into him. He growls, kissing me harder, and deeper. His hands slide over me, and I moan as I feel him start to grip my nightgown. I know he could shred it off of me, and part of me wants him to. But instead, he starts to pull it up.

  I raise my arms, feeling free and wild and scared at the same time. He tugs it off of me and tosses it away, and suddenly, I’m naked in front of him. His eyes slide slowly over every single inch of me, like he’s memorizing my skin. It’s agonizingly slow, the way his eyes drink in inch after inch of me, and I blush and I go to cover myself, but he stops me.

  “Don’t ever hide yourself from me,” he says quietly. “Fuck, you are so fucking beautiful. An angel.”

  I gasp as he sweeps me into his arms again, and this time, I whimper as he picks me up. My legs slide around his hips, and I’m aware of how shameless it is to be without a stitch of clothing on, legs spread around this man. But I don’t care. I can feel his abs rippling against my thighs, and my pussy presses to his muscled torso. He growls into my lips, bruising them with his fierce kiss as I moan for more.

  Hush carries me across the room, and suddenly, I’m draped across my big, four-post bed. I gasp, curling my legs up under me, but he grunts and grabs my ankles. Without a word, his eye locked on mine, he starts to spread my legs wide open. I blush fiercely, and my hands go to cover my pussy, but he shakes his head again.

  “No, beautiful, let me see. Let me see how pretty that gorgeous pussy is.”

  I whimper as I pull my hands away, and for the first time, a man has his eyes on me there. He leans close, and when his lips kiss my ankle, I gasp quietly. He kisses the other one, and then his lips begin to move slowly up my calf, and I whimper. There’s something so fucking sexy about this hulking beast of a man being so tender and slow. Maybe it’s that I know he could just pin me to the bed and have his fucking way with me— that he could fuck me and claim me anyway he pleases, and I’d be helpless to do a thing about it. But yet, here he is, being as gentle as he can. He knows this is new
to me.

  And that’s really, really hot.

  I moan as he kisses higher, his lips moving to the back of my knee. He looks up at me and licks the skin there, and I gasp. Hush moves to the other knee, and I whimper again he kisses higher, brushing his lips higher and higher up my inner thigh, and my toes start to curl.

  My breath catches, and my nipples are so hard. His breath wafts across my bare lips, and I moan breathlessly. I look down, his eyes lock with mine, and with a growl, he moves forward. His tongue touches me, and suddenly, I’m melting for him.

  Oh God, that’s good.

  His tongue drags through my folds, and I moan deeply, experiencing this feeling for the first time. And holy fuck, it’s incredible. Hush growls into me, and his hands slide up to grip my thighs and push them wide apart. His eager tongue licks at my pussy, sliding between my lips and then slowly—maddeningly slowly—teasing higher. He lets the tip flick across my clit, and I cry out in pure pleasure. My hands grip the sheets, but slowly, I let go and move one hand down to his head.

  He growls into me as my fingers thread into his hair, and with a groan, he starts to lick me harder. His tongue swirls over my clit, and I gasp loudly before he moves his mouth lower. His tongue pushes into me, like he’s fucking me with his mouth, and I moan eagerly. My hips move by themselves as I moan in pure ecstasy, and he chuckles against me.

  “So eager, little rose,” he growls. “So eager for me to taste you.”

  “It’s—it’s so good,” I choke out in a whisper.

  “We’re just getting started.”

  He plunges back in, and this time, his tongue begins to work pure freaking magic. It plunges between my lips, circling my opening and pushing inside to taste me. He drags it up to my clit and swirls it around my aching nub until I’m sure I’m going to explode. His mouth moves lower, and then lower still. And when his tongue dances over my—

  “Oh fuck!” I squeal in pure forbidden pleasure. “Hush!”

  It’s like pushing a button I never knew was there. I convulse in pleasure as his tongue teases my asshole, and my hand tightens in his hair. He brings a hand up to my pussy, and his huge thumb begins to roll my clit as he tongues my ass. I moan, melting into the bed as my hips roll against his mouth.

  He gets me so close before he teases back up. This time, his thumb slides down to lightly circle my forbidden place as his mouth covers my pussy. His tongue begins to swirl over my clit, over and over and over until my vision is blurring and my heart is racing. He slides a thick finger into my pussy, curling it up against the front wall, stroking my spot. His tongue dances on my clit, his thumb teases my ass, and his thick finger strokes my g-sot. And soon enough, I know I’m going to explode.

  White heat melts over me, the smell of the desert night washes through my senses, and my hands slide through his thick hair and over the bulging, clenching muscles of his shoulders.

  “Hush!”

  “Hush!”

  “HUSH!”

  His name falls from my lips over and over, until suddenly, it’s just blurring with my orgasm. It’s a silent scream that rips through me, taking the breath from my lungs and the sight from my eyes. It’s just pure heat and bliss, his name tumbling from my mouth over and over as he licks me right through the climax, leaving me shaking, trembling, and panting for air.

  I’m lost in space as he slides up, wraps me in his arms, and kisses me like I’m his.

  Oh, and believe me…

  …I am.

  Chapter Ten

  Catalina

  I can taste myself on his tongue. It’s something entirely new for me, but, damn… I taste sweet. My tongue dances with his, and I moan as my body curls against his rock-hard muscles. His big hands cup my ass and the back of my head, and he growls as he kisses me.

  But I want… I want more.

  “More,” I whisper.

  Hush growls. “More?”

  “Please.”

  My hand skim down his abs, until they come to a rest at the button of his ripped and dirty jeans. He kisses me, and his big hand comes down to tangle with mine. He pops the top button and my heart skips a beat. He tugs the zipper down, and I whimper.

  “I’ve… I’ve been dreaming about this,” I gasp. “I’ve wanted to see… you know.”

  I blush.

  “What do you want to see, little rose?” he growls.

  “Your… you know,” I stammer, blushing deeply.

  “Tell me.”

  “Your cock,” I whisper, shivering in heat.

  Hush groans, and he rolls onto his back with me against his side, draped over his chest. I look down, my eyes widen as he pulls the zipper the rest of the way and opens his jeans up. His hips raise, and he starts to shove them down. I see the base first, and my eyes go wide.

  Oh fuck.

  It’s thicker than my wrist, and hard, surrounded by dark hair that teases up in a little trail to his navel over his grooved abs. He pushes the jeans lower, revealing the grooves of his hips, and more tattoo ink. And then, more of that cock.

  And then more.

  And more.

  And more.

  My jaw drops, because he’s still pushing his jeans down, and there’s just more of it. The jeans are almost halfway down his thighs, and still, that cock isn’t out yet. He’s so thick, and muscled, with this sexy as hell vein throbbing down the length of him. And then suddenly, he shoves the jeans lower, and the full weight of him springs free.

  My breath catches, my eyes go wide, and I swear, my pussy gets wetter just seeing it. Hush is a huge man, even still, when he pushes those jeans down, nothing could have ever prepared me for seeing what I see.

  He’s not just big, or huge. He’s freaking enormous.

  His cock throbs and pulses in the air, sticking rock-hard up from his lower abs. Thick, so fucking long, and just so gorgeous. I’d never have imagined that a cock could look beautiful, but here it is, right in front of me.

  I bite my lip, my eyes locked on him.

  “Can I…” I whisper.

  “You can do whatever you want, beautiful,” he grunts deeply. His hand slides around me, down over my spine until his big hand is cupping my ass as I curl against him. He brushes my hair away, and when I look up into his eyes, somehow dragging mine from his cock, he kisses me slowly.

  I moan, and my hand begins to slide down his chest, and his abs, and then lower. Hush grunts into my mouth, and I whimper as my fingertips follow that happy trail of hair lower and lower, until I feel the base of him. I tremble, hesitating for one second as I kiss him. But then, I go for it. My fingers circle him, but they don’t even touch—not even close. I tighten my grip a little, furtively, my own pulse racing.

  “Too tight?” I whisper.

  “No,” he groans. “No, angel.”

  I pant, my pulse racing as I slowly slide my hand up, and I gasp. It’s like hot velvet over pure steel. I feel him pulse and jump in my hand, and I moan.

  “I—I don’t really know what I’m doing,” I say quietly.

  “I disagree,” Hush groans. “Fuck, baby,” he hisses in pleasure.

  Emboldened, I kiss him harder, and I stroke again. My hand slides higher and higher, and my pulse skips as it just keeps going until I get to his swollen head. My palm brushes over his crown, and I moan as I feel the drop of something sticky and wet on my hand. I slide it back down, and that slickness makes me slide down him. Hush growls, and his hand cups my ass tighter. He pushes his fingers lower, down between my legs, and I moan as his big fingers find my pussy from behind. I grip his cock a little tighter, and I start to stroke up and down. He grunts, and more of that sticky white liquid drip from the swollen head.

  “Can I…” I turn to him, blushing wildly. “I want to taste you,” I gasp.

  His only reply is to crush his lips to mine, and I moan deeply before I pull away. I kiss his chest, and then move down to his torso, my mouth moving over his enormous body. I kiss every muscle, every ab—my pulse racing as I tease my lips ove
r his hip. His hand stays between my legs, stroking my pussy as I moan and stroke his freaking huge cock.

  I lean forward, I wet my lips and I look up at him. And then, wetting my lips with my tongue again, I lean down and kiss that big swollen crown.

  Oh God yes.

  Hush moans, throwing his head back and growling in pure pleasure. It fuels me on, and I gasp as I kiss his cock again. My tongue dances out, and I lick at his crown. His cock pulses, and more white fluid leaks from the tip. I lick at it as it drips down, and I moan at the salty sweet taste. My tongue swirls over him, and I kiss him again before my mouth slides down the side of his thick shaft. I suck and lick, feeling wild and naughty and free as the huge beast of a man I’m curled against groans in pleasure.

  It’s so fucking hot, and so empowering. I slide back to his head, and this time, my mouth opens wide. I wet my lips and look up into his eyes. He groans, fire in his gaze as I lower my lips, and slowly sink them down over his cock head.

  “Shit, baby girl,” he groans deeply, his muscles flexing.

  I moan eagerly, slurping wetly at him. I can barely fit more than the head in my mouth, but I suck on him eagerly as I run my tongue around and around his swollen crown. My hands stroke him, and I moan as his thick finger pushes into my pussy from behind. I lick and suck and slurp, whimpering around his enormous cock as he makes my body shiver and ache for more.

  “C’mere, beautiful,” he suddenly groans. I gasp as he pulls me up, and when my mouth crushes to his, I moan deeply. I sink into him, whimpering as he pulls me on top of him, my body grinding against his. My breasts press against him, my nipples dragging over his chest, and I gasp as my legs go astride his huge, muscled hips.

  My God, it’s like straddling a freaking bull.

  He sits up, pushes me back, and I suddenly gasps as I feel his thick cock hot between my legs.