“Nah. I think I should take over now.”
“I said I’ll handle it,” Guy snaps. “Give me your belt, asshole.”
“I’m your boss now, gringo. You can’t talk to me like that.” Carlos unbuckles his belt, muttering to himself. He slides it from his pants and hands it to Guy. “I’m going to watch. If you can’t do this, we got a problem later.”
Guy comes at me and whirls my body around so my arms twist. “Stay put,” he says as my front presses up against the wall. The belt slaps across the seat of my jeans suddenly, and I cry out from shock. I’ve barely registered the sting when he lands a second blow.
“No, pinche gringo,” Carlos says. “Like this.” I turn my head over my shoulder. Carlos grabs for the belt, but Guy catches his forearm.
“Get the fuck out,” Guy says slowly. “I’m getting pissed.”
“Fuck you,” Carlos says, wrenching away. I strain to watch as Guy pulls him back by his shirt and shoves him toward the door. Carlos flips him off, but I hear the door slam a moment later.
“Why is he doing this?” I ask.
“Don’t worry about him. He’s an idiot. If not for us, he wouldn’t have made it a day without his father.”
“But—”
“Forget him,” he snaps. “We’re running out of time. You need to tell me what you know about Hero.”
“I just found out he was Hero the other day. I swear. He wouldn’t tell me anything else.”
He closes in on my back, and I wince when his pelvis presses against my ass. “Was he born that way?” he asks close to my face.
“I don’t know.”
“How did you entertain yourself there?”
My eyelashes flutter at the strange question. “I read. Took pictures.”
“Is he immortal?”
“I don’t know,” I say. “I honestly don’t.”
“Open your mouth.” When I don’t respond, his fingers come around to my jaw, squeezing until my mouth opens with a gasp. He traces a strawberry along my upper lip before setting it between my teeth. “Don’t bite.” He rips open my fly and shoves a hand in my underwear. When he finds me, he inhales deeply and moans by my ear. I want to look, to protest, but the flavored saliva pooling in my mouth distracts me. “Three months,” he says hoarsely while his fingers tease my entrance. “Did you suck him off?”
The abruptness of his question turns my cheeks hot.
“Did he touch you? Fuck you?”
My answer is a whimper.
“After all that time,” he continues, “you have no other information?”
I shake my head.
Guy untwists me and drops into a squat, grasping the waist of my jeans like handlebars. They slide over my ass and to the middle of my thighs when he pulls. I ram my knee into his chest, but he catches it in a strong hand before he can fall backward. His teeth pull at my panties and then release so they snap back. Breath heats my skin as he kisses me through the fabric with his whole mouth, his hard tongue snaking lower and lower.
He looks up at me, his chest rising and falling quickly. “Should I continue, or will you tell me what you know?”
He doesn’t wait for an answer but pulls my underwear down to meet my pants. His hands slide between my thighs. Both thumbs pry open my folds, and I swallow as best I can, breathing hard through my nose. “Así me gusta,” he murmurs. “If I were Calvin, I would never let this from my sight.” I feel something cool against my skin and look down instinctively. Drool drips from my mouth onto the floor as Guy rubs another strawberry along my slit. I squirm, trying not to clench my teeth. He dips the tip inside me then looks up and takes a bite.
My mind scrambles to keep up, but all I can think about is not closing my mouth and the searching fingers between my legs. Would Calvin care if someone else touched me? Is it enough of a reason to give up his secret? Guy’s eyes are fiery with the burn for information, something I understand all too well.
He puts his middle finger in his mouth and sucks. He’s looking at me in a way no one else ever has—like I’m something to be both cherished and devoured. He pushes his finger inside and hooks it, massaging me. I gasp up at the ceiling, nearly choking on my own saliva. “For such an innocent girl, you are sinfully wet,” he says.
He fingers me with an even rhythm, cupping my clit with his palm when he’s up to his knuckle. I’m fighting off the warmth pulsing in me, straining against my cuffs. Any amusement fades from Guy’s face; instead, his brows draw up in an almost pained expression. His thumb circles over me, and my hips jerk involuntarily. I close my eyes and think of Calvin, picturing his face as my struggling weakens and my body surrenders. His hand disappears suddenly, leaving my insides grasping at nothing. He stands and touches his slick fingertip to my bottom lip. My breaths are shallow as he spreads my wetness over the corners of my mouth and up to my cheeks until his finger is dry.
“I bet you’re a beautiful fuck,” he says. “There’s guilt in your eyes, but the way you flush pink is making me so hard.”
My heart stops at the word fuck. Calvin owns that part of me. He’s the only one I want there. Guy shows me both hands in surrender. “Tell me, innocent, stubborn Cat. What makes him Hero?”
My protest is indistinguishable due to my aching jaw and schooled tongue. Guy’s hand caresses me again; his touch is deceivingly light, but my body reacts, already so close to the edge. “I’m beginning to think you enjoy this.”
My head shakes hard, even as my pussy grows wetter, throbs.
“Why are you protecting him?” he asks. “Do you love him?”
Before I can answer, he picks up the belt from the ground. He turns me again and lashes my bare ass. The sheer surprise of it causes my teeth to clamp down and slice the strawberry in half.
“Oh, bad girl,” he says, tsking when I spit out the other half. He whips me twice more. All the blood drains from my face at once, and my skin flames. Metal hits the concrete, and he’s behind me again, massaging an ass cheek with his palm. His other hand twists my head over my shoulder and traps it there with a kiss to bruise. I recoil instinctively, pain firing from my wound, but his fingers dig into my cheeks to hold me still.
He wraps his arm around and thrusts his fingers into me. They search, tease, pleasure with the same intensity as his lips. I gasp, and his moans echo off my teeth. When I picture Calvin’s face, a nip on my bottom lip brings me back. My climax crests with Guy’s fingers inside me, his tongue so far down my throat I can barely breathe, and his hot chest hard against my back.
His exhale is heavy in my ear as he rests his forehead against the wall in front me. He removes his hand after a moment and tugs up my pants but leaves them unbuttoned. When he returns me forward and releases my wrists from their cuffs, my arms fall lifelessly to my sides. They prick and tingle as life flows back into them, momentarily as useless as they were above my head. I stand dumbly while he watches me. His eyes are clear, but the devilish slide of his grin reminds me of the moment we first spoke.
“You’re an intoxicating and, apparently, distracting girl. Broken in, but not broken.” He looks over my head at the window and then back at me. “I had one goal, to get answers, but you managed to derail me. Too bad, because our time has run out.”
“Run out? Why?”
“Hero has been notified of your whereabouts.”
“Please,” I say. “Don’t do this. He’s not what you think. People depend on him. Wh-what if he is immortal? He could kill all of you.”
“You’re right. He could.” He looks wistfully at me, the way I imagine a lover would right before he broke your heart. “Hero’s going to get his own private show, Cat. His precious girl on her hands and knees for all of them—us.”
“What?” I step back against the wall. “Why? Why are you doing this to me?”
“This isn’t about you. You could be anyone to them. It’s what you are to him.”
“I’m not what you think,” I say, pleading with him. “He doesn’t even think of me as a person.”