Chapter 21

CHAPTER 21

LONDON

The clamoring of boots hitting the floor wakes me from a sleep I didn't think I'd ever find.

"Diablo?" I whisper, leaning up on an elbow to look in the direction of where the sound came from.

"Go back to sleep, Chiquita," he murmurs, his shadow moving toward the bathroom. "I'll be right out in a few minutes." He closes the door behind him, and only then does he turn the light on.

Blinking, I come fully awake, thinking something is wrong. Very wrong. He didn't even come near me. He just took his boots off and went straight to the bathroom. He hadn't even looked in my direction when he spoke.

Hearing the shower come on, I throw the blanket back and get to my feet. I quietly make my way to the closed door, place both hands on it, and turn my head to press my ear to the cool wood. I listen as he gets in the shower, the curtain swishing closed behind him.

I suck in a breath and make a decision that could go very wrong if it's not the right choice, but it's one I'm willing to take. Slowly, I reach for the doorknob, twist it, and push it open. Quietly, I step into the steaming bathroom, and strip off Diablo's shirt, which I'd put on before lying down.

Diablo doesn't say anything, but I know he hears me in the room. I step into the shower behind him and see the tension visible in his body.

"Damari," I call, reaching out to press a hand to his shoulder blade.

"Told you to go back to sleep, London." His gruff voice becomes more than a little harsh, yet there's something else in it. His eyes hold a clouded look of unease. It's like he doesn't know what to do.

"Well, too bad. I decided to follow you in here." I shove my nerves back and trail my fingers along his back, keeping my eyes locked with his. I'm not going to back down. Nor let his unease and harsh voice push me away.

Diablo turns completely to me and pushes me against the tiled wall. "You decided to follow me in here," he growls. "You ever think I needed a moment alone to fuckin' shower?"

"Like you leave me alone to do anything," I state, narrowing my gaze defiantly. No way am I going to let him try to scare me. Not now. "You might as well get used to it. You wanted me. You got me. I'm not going anywhere, so you can lose the intimidation act. It's not going to work."

That's a lie, but I'm not about to let him know it is.

Diablo stares at me for a long moment before tangling his hands in my hair, his mouth coming down on mine.

Oh my.

This is a different kind of kiss. It's completely different from the other ones he's given me. It's almost desperate. Still, it ignites something inside me. I wrap my arms around Diablo's neck and hold tight to him as he commands the kiss.

As suddenly as he kisses me, he wrenches his mouth from mine. "Chiquita, you don't get out of this shower, I'm gonna fuck you. You already complained about her your body being sore. I don't want to hurt you, and that's what I'll do if I get inside you now. I won't be easy. I won't be gentle. I'll fuck you hard. I'll take you rough. Say it now and get the fuck out otherwise, brace for what I'm gonna give you."

He loosens his grip marginally but doesn't let me go.

It doesn't take me but a split second to make my decision. I don't want to leave him. He doesn't want me to leave him in here alone. He needs to fuck me, and I want him to. So what if I'm sore later? Diablo's touch is always worth it. I'll take whatever way he wants to take me. Touch me. Because it means in the end I get to touch him as well.

I reach up on my toes and press my lips to his, giving him my answer. Diablo takes it for the answer it is and crushes me to him. His tongue shoves into my mouth, claiming the kiss, showing me the power he has over me with just his lips on mine, his tongue dueling with mine.

Diablo kisses me dizzily, only to yank his mouth from mine once again. This time, though, he spins me to the wall and orders, "Hands against the wall, baby,"

My hands move of their own accord. Diablo presses a hand to the middle of my back, the other at my hip as he pushes and adjusts me how he wants me. The next thing he does is slide his cock through my juices, already spilling from my entrance. He's got me more than ready for him, and he knows it. In a split second, without warning, he thrusts inside, taking me, filling me in a way I didn't think possible. With his hand at my back, he keeps me from arching as I cry out. The pain of the intrusion mixes with undeniable pleasure.

"Fuckin' so damn tight," he grinds out, his hips working, hammering into me, filling me each time with his cock. "You're mine, London, do you hear me? No matter fuckin' what, you're mine, and I'm not letting you leave me."

Why would he think I'd leave him?

I don't get to voice my question with the way he's taking me. It's hard enough even to think.

Diablo's hand at my back moves and his fingers slide upward until he tangles them in my hair, tight and pulls. "Tell me you're mine."

"Yours," I pant and push back into his thrust.

"Again," he orders, pulling harder.

The pain of him pulling my hair mixes with the pleasure, and I find myself crying out my response, "Yours, Damari. I'm yours."

"Damn right, you are." His voice is nearly animalistic as he lets my hair go and starts plowing into me even harder. Both hands gripping my hips, holding me in place. "Fuck, baby, I'm gonna come."

I don't bother giving him words. Instead, my body answers that for me as my orgasm washes over me. The only thing I manage to do is moan, pant, and cry out. The release is overwhelming, and I don't know how to handle the raking shudders consuming me.

Diablo snarls my name, his cock thrusting, pumping into me, twitching as his release spurts from the tip filling me.

I know the moment he's done because he yanks from my depths. He turns me, one arm around my waist, the other sinks back into my hair, twisting tight enough, forcing me to look up, though he didn't have to.

"Swear to fuck, Chiquita. You even think to leave me, and I'll cuff your ass to the bed," he growls.

"Why do you keep saying that?" I whisper, eyes assessing, taking in his expression, though it's hard to read.

"Because you don't know the man I am. What I'm capable of," he answers.

"And what is it you're capable of?"

Something tonight must've brought this on.

"More than you want to know." With that, Diablo lets me go, turns, grabs the soap, and finishes up his shower. I step into his space, pressing myself to his back, my arms going around his waist, palms flat to his stomach.

"I don't know what happened tonight. You don't intend to tell me, but for the record, I'm a good listener, and I'd never judge you." I press a kiss between his shoulder blades, turn my head, and lean into him, cheek to his back. "Besides, no matter what you do, Damari, you always do it for a reason. One that means something to you. Right or wrong."

Diablo's muscles bunch beneath my touch, but I don't wait for him to say anything. I step away from him, moving to step out of the shower, only for Diablo to stop me from doing so.

His eyes lock with mine, and he pulls me back. "You best mean that, London."

"I do mean it," I tell him, sliding a hand over his slick chest.

Diablo nods and kisses me, this time sweet and soft. He twists long enough to shut the water off. Soaking wet, he scoops me up and carries me to the bed.

"We're getting the sheets wet."

"Don't give a shit," he says just before slanting his mouth down on mine once again.