Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 89772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
She was playing with fire.
Burning.
Blazing.
Inferno.
There was no suppressing the devil inside of me this time. I didn’t give it a second thought. In two wide strides, I was in her face. Her eyes dilated as I sprang forward, shoving her backward against the altar with my hand over her throat. Her body hitting the aged wood with a loud, hard thud.
She hissed before spewing, “Go to Hell, Cruz.”
I snarled, “Where do you think I came from?” Tightening my hold around her neck, I bit, “You want to dance with the devil? Then get ready to burn in Hell with me. I’d never hit you, Sienna, but don’t think for one goddamn second I won’t punish you in other ways for speaking to me like I’m beneath you. If you mention my sister one more fucking time, I swear in the name of all that is holy to you, I’ll make your precious horse pay for it.”
Her nostrils flared. I wouldn’t do that to her, but she didn’t have to know that.
“Innocent lives have been taken since the day you were born, and that’s not going to change simply because you think it should. You’re Sienna Martinez, your name itself means fucking death. I don’t give a shit what you want, Princesa. What you think makes no difference to me. I’ll protect you from anyone! Except me! You’re my wife. Know your place, Sin, and if you don’t recognize that is standing proudly beside me, I will gladly show you a place on your knees instead!”
Her mouth dropped open. “You’re nothing more than an evil mafioso, pretending to be a real man.”
“No, baby.” I crept forward, inches away from her mouth. “I’m El Diablo.”
“And. I. Hate. You. For. It.”
Roaring from deep within my throat, I swallowed her words with my tongue. Slamming my lips into hers with so much abandonment and desire, I easily reached the back of her throat.
Claiming.
Branding.
Fucking her mouth with my tongue.
Taking what was mine and mine alone.
Once Sienna’s mind caught up with my assault, she tried to push me away.
“Surrender to me,” I scowled against her lips.
“Never!”
She shoved my chest, over and over again. Each push stronger than the last. Constricting my hold around her windpipe, I rammed her further into the altar, not letting up. Her body may have been fighting, however her lips wouldn’t stop this sinful dance our mouths were colliding in.
The push.
The pull.
The passion
Each stroke of our tongues was coming together as one.
Aching.
Throbbing.
Our lips moved like they were made for each other, while she struggled with her mind, ordering her heart to drive my body away from hers.
Our kiss was full of desperation.
Urgency.
Damn right insanity.
I could hear the pounding of her heartbeat and feel the thrumming of her pulse quickening along my fingers.
It was maddening.
Domineering.
An all-out war.
I jerked away, and she gasped at the loss. Her chest heaved up and down, almost in sync with mine as we locked eyes.
—Sienna—
I took a deep breath to will my emotions in check, but he wasn’t making it easy on me by any means.
My body wanted one thing.
My mind another.
Where was my heart in all this?
I hated him.
I wanted him.
I loathed not being able to control myself around him.
The kiss felt like the holy water I was burning in. He was a bad man, evil to the bone, but the moment his lips touched mine, I was his. Which was precisely the point the devil wanted to get across. The best thing he ever did was make people think he didn’t exist.
My head decided to speak for my heart and body, repeating what it believed to be true, “You’re nothing more than the man I thought you were. You’re just a mafioso in an expensive suit that’s bought and covered in someone’s else’s blood.”
His malicious expression widened. “Motherfucker!” he seethed.
I watched his eyes turn stone cold before he grabbed my arm, roughly throwing me in between the pews.
“What the fu—”
Within seconds, I was rendered speechless.
As my worst nightmare played out in front of me for the second time that night.
Chapter 36
—Sienna—
“Sienna! Stay down and cover your ears!”
The sound of bullets, opening rapid fire all around us was the first thing I heard. They shattered the stained-glass windows and ricocheted off the walls surrounding the cathedral.
Cruz sprang into action, instantly pulling out his other holstered gun from inside his suit jacket.
“When you fuck with El Diablo,” he threatened, aiming both his Glocks in the air, quickly returning fire. “You get the fucking horns!”
Shot after shot filled the air as bullet casings fell upon us. They pelted off the marble floors, ripping through the foundation. Colorful glass and debris poured down from the heaven’s above as if God was involving himself in this battle with the men who betrayed him and chose an alliance with the devil instead of his sanctity.