Chapter 23
Lyse
“Hermano, if you would just listen—”
Omar’s tight, raised whisper brought me back to the world, but I tried my best to keep my breathing even. He would probably be upset if he knew that I was pretending to sleep to listen to his phone call…but it was his own fault. Omar asked me to stay in his bed last night, and he’d woken me up.
“Angel, I am coming home. I just needed to settle a few things on the island first! I rushed back to the mainland to make sure you weren’t braindead, but I left some things in the air.”
I couldn’t hear Angel’s response, but his tone suggested that he was yelling.
“Just give me two days, hermano, and I’ll explain everything, I swear.
” More yelling, and Omar ended the call with a huff.
We lay there for a moment, and then Omar let out a dark chuckle.
“Hear anything particularly interesting, conejita?”
I froze for a moment, and then relaxed. There was no way to pretend that he hadn’t caught me, so why should I try? “Angel sounded mad,” I said instead, propping myself up on my elbow so that I could look at him.
Omar was looking a little worse for wear this morning.
His bruises were purple and black, and his cheek was swollen, probably from a cut inside his mouth.
He looked every bit the savage beast that people claimed he was…
and I wanted him. Messy as we both were from a night of fitful sleep interrupted by my alarm going off every other hour, beaten to within an inch of his life, and he was still the most handsome man I’d ever seen.
“I was supposed to be at home last night,” he said, “but I came here instead. Angel wants to know why.”
Understanding dawned. “But you can’t tell him about me yet, right?”
Omar frowned. “I’m figuring it all out.”
Whatever that means, I thought and moved to sit up. Maybe while Omar napped today, I could paint.
With a yelp, Omar shoved me onto my back so that he was pressed, naked as he was, against me. “Omar, your head! You were in an accident less than twelve hours ago.”
The playfulness leached out of his expression. “It wasn’t an accident. Your father sent someone after me, and had he been any more proficient at his job, I wouldn’t be here.”
A shiver ran down my spine. “You killed him, right? Before the crash?”
“I know that he was your primo.”
Does he think I care about that? Maybe I should care that yet another of my cousins was dead because of Omar…but I couldn’t find it in myself to care. It was just the opposite, in fact. I was glad that Omar had gotten rid of him. I reached up and, gently, cupped his cheek. “He hurt you,” I said.
Omar seemed to understand what I was asking, and he dipped his head and kissed me. “Yes, conejita, I killed him before I crashed the boat.” The words were whispered against my mouth.
“Good.” It sounded heartless, but my family had given me up for dead.
As much as I wanted to distance myself from it, it still hurt beyond reason that my own father would just…
let me go. Especially after the hell he put me through growing up in his household.
He had done everything in his power to mold me into the perfect daughter, and now, because Felix didn’t think we’d make a good match after all, he was willing to let Omar do whatever he wanted to me?
If the Rojas family could dispose of me that easily, then I had nothing more to feel guilty about. I wanted Omar…I might be falling in love with him. What was stopping me from giving in to that feeling?
“I’m glad that you came back to me,” I admitted softly. “It’s all I thought about while you were gone.”
Omar looked like I’d sucker-punched him. “Did you, now?” He was trying to tease, but his voice was thick. He dipped down for a kiss.
“Helena said no strenuous activity,” I reminded him, even as I spread my legs to bring him even closer to me. I’d thrown on one of his massive tee shirts the night before, but I’d forgone anything else.
Omar snorted. “I think we already tested that, conejita.”
I felt the heat rush to my face. “You weren’t doing much, though.” He looked absolutely offended by that, and I had to giggle. “You know what I mean.”
Omar buried his face against my throat, nipping and sucking until I was shivering against him. “Did you like being in charge, Lyse?” he murmured in my ear. “Taking your pleasure for yourself?”
I had enjoyed the feeling of Omar beneath me. There had been power in taking what I wanted from him. “Did you enjoy it?” I asked, and I hated how…weak I sounded asking that. Like I was begging for his approval or something.
Mirth sparkled in Omar’s eyes, but he didn’t tease. Instead, he reached down and wrapped a hand around my thigh and spread my legs even more so that he could rest directly against me. He was hard, wanting. “I’ll never not enjoy being inside you.”
I smacked his shoulder lightly. “That’s such a man answer.”
Omar considered me for a moment. Then, with a little adjusting, he pressed himself inside me, forcing a groan from my throat. “Didn’t even touch you, and you’re wet for me,” he said. “It’s the best fucking feeling in the world.”
His hips canted against mine, slow but forceful, and I clutched at his shoulders, already overwhelmed between the feeling of him stretching me open and the words he was whispering in my ear.
“Omar.”
“Is that what you wanted to hear, conejita?” he grunted as he set a steady, thudding rhythm.
“That you’re so sweet and tight around me that I feel like I’m going to lose my goddamn mind?
” He nipped at my ear, and I gasped, spiraling into that hazy, pleasurable place that he alone seemed to be able to get me to.
“Do you want me to tell you all the ways I want to teach you pleasure?”
I moaned. “Please.” I had no idea what exactly I was asking for, but Omar always seemed to know. Very gently, he pulled away, shushing me softly when I cried out, and turned me onto my stomach.
“Bring your knees up,” he said, helping to position me so that my chest was pressed against the mattress, and my ass was in the air. It was an undignified position, to say the least, but the moment I felt Omar brush against me, all the shame flew away.
He thrust inside me, and he felt even bigger like this. I cried out at the pleasure and pain that shot through me. “Oh my God,” I sobbed out, gripping the sheets hard in my hands.
“Feels good, conejita?” His body clapped against mine as he sped up.
“Yes.” Heat pooled in my groin, and all my muscles tensed in the face of the pleasure that was barreling down on me. “I’ve never—” I gasped when he reached around and found my clit with his fingers.
“Never what?”
I whimpered, unable to process the sensations building within me. “Never felt so good.”
Omar’s lips brushed my shoulders, the back of my neck, and I cried out when he set his teeth into my shoulder. Not so hard that it hurt, but enough that I crashed into my orgasm almost violently. I heard a deep groan as his hips shuddered against me as he came.
Carefully, Omar slipped away from me and landed on his back. I leaned over him, dropping a kiss on his lips. “You’re going to hurt yourself if you keep doing that,” I said.
Omar grinned at me, and for a moment, I saw what he might have looked like as a boy, carefree and joyous, before his father had trained him to be a killing machine. “I never intend to stop, conejita,” he countered, looking so supremely smug that I could do nothing but kiss him again.
It was wrong to be enjoying this with him. There were so many things that we needed to discuss and figure out, but here, now, the world had narrowed to just the two of us. “It’s strange,” I mused.
“What?”
“I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy before,” I admitted, “and it should feel wrong. You should feel wrong.”
The easy smile on his face shifted into something much more serious. His eyes became even more intense. “Does it feel wrong?”
I shook my head, wanting nothing more than to bury my head in his chest, but I knew that I couldn’t. That this conversation was important. “No, it doesn’t feel wrong.”
He reached out and touched my arm. The pads of his fingers felt rough against my skin, and I shivered. “You sound upset.”
“I’m not,” I insisted. “I feel like I should be upset. I should be fuming that you haven’t taken me home yet, but I’m more afraid that you’ll be forced to, and this will all come to an end.”
Omar dragged me down into his arms, like he couldn’t stand that I was three inches away from him. “It won’t end.”
I shook my head. “You can’t promise that. Eventually—”
“Eventually, what?” he snapped. The first strains of anger entered his voice. “Your family has given you up for dead, remember? You can’t go back there.”
“Your family wants me dead, remember?” I parroted, pushing away so that I could sit up again.
That perfect, shining bubble had popped, and I wished I hadn’t said anything at all…
but I wasn’t wrong. Omar and I were dreaming if we thought we could maintain whatever this was for longer than the next few days.
“You can’t take me to the Castillo compound and just expect them to accept me.
What about this won’t end, exactly? Tenemos que despertarnos. ”
Omar glared at me; his jaw was set into a stubborn sneer.
I wanted to be in his arms, comfort him and let him comfort me, but my Bestia wasn’t the only one who could be stubborn.
When I didn’t fold under the weight of his stare like he probably thought I would, Omar gripped my arms, just this side of too-tight, and reeled me in again.
His mouth was on mine before I could say anything.
His lips and tongue were insistent, and my resolve to not kiss him back broke relatively quickly. I gave in with a sigh and met his tongue with my own, more confident about kissing now than I was a few days ago.
“We will figure this out,” Omar said with so much determination that it was hard not to believe him. “I’m not letting you go.”
“Because I belong to you?”
He smiled, brilliant. “Exactly.”