Page 41 of Forbidden Fate

“Go ahead,” she says, chin tilted, “rough me up.”

I turn her again, force her hands against the wall. “You’re pushing me,” I whisper in her ear. “Don’t push me, querida.”

Then I rip off her red panties, free my aching cock, and thrust into her.

She gasps, and the sound is half a challenge, half a laugh. I fist my hand in her hair and fuck her hard, not because I want to hurt her but because I want her to know exactly where she stands. I don’t care if Zabala hears us. Or Adriana. Or even Diego fucking Vega himself.

She stays braced, grasping the wall. Her ass is small in my grip and I bruise her, just to feel her muscles clench in answer. When she comes, it’s sudden and violent.

“Fuck, yes!” she gasps.

Then she laughs again, and that’s what undoes me. That sound, so reckless and alive despite her circumstances. I finish with a shudder and stay inside her, my muscles contracting, my blood boiling, my brain melting.

When I finally regain my senses, I pull back.

She turns.

Gives me a slight smile.

I get it. This was transactional for her. She thinks she has some power over me.

I can’t bring myself to give a damn.

In fact, in this moment, all I care about is this beautiful and perfect woman.

17

ROBIN

I don’t move right away.

I just stand there. Breathing. Trying to understand what just happened and failing completely.

He zips up his jeans and looks at me smugly. Like he belongs there. And that’s the part I can’t wrap my head around.

Because this was supposed to be business. A calculated move. A way to buy time. To delay what he was going to do to me.

And it worked.

But it didn’t feel like that.

Not really.

I look up at the cracked ceiling. I shouldn’t feel this comfortable. I shouldn’t feel anything but fear and anger and the sharp awareness that I’m still trapped.

But instead, a quiet ease settles into my bones.

Familiar.

That’s the word that comes to me.

Familiar. Like I’ve done this before. Like I’ve known him longer than a handful of hours in a locked cell.

What the hell is wrong with me?

I’ve had relationships. Real ones. Long-term boyfriends. Men I dated for years, including Falcon’s best friend, Leif Ramsey.

None of those ever felt this right.