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~ Second Place ~

Excerpt from Escaping Back Alleys by eastcoastgirrrl

Without him staring at me, I shimmied into the lacy black panties and push-up bra easily. I turned, taking in my reflection in the mirror, my fingers tracing from the bare gunshot wound to the barely noticeable bump that proved I hadn't lost her.

We hadn't lost her.

"Carajo, eres divina."

I spun around, ready to scold him for opening his eyes, but my throat ran dry at the sight of him. Leaning back with his legs spread, with his lips parted, with jeans unzipped, Soren was stroking his cock slowly.

Even if I was underweight, even if I was a jealous bitch, even if we were stuck hiding in the back of a seedy sex shop on Broadway, Soren could still make me feel sexy. Like a Queen.

"Qué hermosa, Lace." His eyes held mine hostage. "¿Bésame?"

I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe.

A devilish grin rigged his lips up when I didn't say or do anything. "What? Do you want to just watch?"

I licked my lips, smoothing my hands down my side. "I want to watch."

Mischief captured him, his eyes glinting with a challenge, his thumb sweeping over the tip of his cock. "Mi Reina wants to watch me get off without her?"

"I always love to watch you," I admitted breathlessly, drilling him with a hard, hard, hard look. Soren stilled, fisting the base of his cock like it wasn't the most tempting thing I'd ever seen. "I do."

Soren groaned. "Lace."

Grinning, I sauntered across the room, sifting through the erotic energy that sparked with each movement. It was impossible. As I perched at the edge of the black wedge across from him, I slipped my fingers between my legs.

Dark green eyes fell to the motion with a warning. "Lace."

"What?" I batted my lashes innocently. "Do you want to just watch, mi Rey?"

Another fierce stroke of his cock. Another challenging smirk. "I want to fuck you. Only you."

Those two words at the end simmered through me. Suddenly, jealousy didn't exist. I couldn't place a single jealous bone in my body. This man was mine. "Tell me what you'd do to me," I demanded, my head spinning, my heart throbbing, my fingers wet. "Dime, mi Rey."

Without slowing or stopping, Soren held my gaze. "I would treat you like a Queen, sí?"

I smiled gently. "Do you know how a Queen likes to be fucked?"

"I know how my Queen likes to be fucked." Soren grinned—a sharp, sensual, cutthroat grin that stole my breath. "If anyone in this world knows how you like to be fucked, it's me. I know better than any other man or woman ever will."

Breathe.

"Remember that, Lace, before you run off to marry Santiago or Camila."

In. Out.

I gasped, my legs spreading, my lungs burning, my fingers obeying. "Dime."

"Mmm, mi Reina," Soren hummed, sliding his hand up and down his cock lazily. "You want me to lay you on this floor and show you what a King can do. Make you moan loud enough for Maria to hear, sí? You want her to know that I'm yours."

Breathe.

"You want me to kiss every single inch of you until you're breathless, Lace. Until you can't breathe."

On cue, my breathing hitched, jumbling up in my throat in a short pant. "I..."

"And when you're breathless and wet for me, I'll slip two fingers into your tight pussy. Three fingers to make you gasp."

"Oh, I...I..." My fingers followed his words like law, followed his own pumping motion like hypnotism. "Oh yes, Soren..."

"Faster," Soren rasped out the demand. "Faster, Lace. I'd fuck you faster."

I didn't argue. Still watching him caress his cock, still watching him inch forward on the seat, still watching him... watch me, I plunged my fingers deeper, faster, in and out, in and out, in and out...

"Yes, Soren, yes..."

"Cierra los ojos, Lace."

A shudder wracked through me, and as soon as my lashes fluttered, a ripple of pleasure sent me spiraling. I clenched, cried out, and then heard him.

Footsteps.

My eyes flew open just in time to catch him kneeling between my spread legs. Soren Calloway always looked beautiful between my legs. "Soren, please."

"Lo que mi Reina quiera."

And then he pried my trembling fingers away and plunged three into me without warning.

"Ah!" I jerked, gripping his curls to stay steady as he dove forward. "Oh, oh, oh..."

Curling his fingers, deeper, deeper, teeth latching onto my clit, tugging, his tongue, his fucking tongue, swirling...swirling...swirling...

"Soren, I'm...I'm..."

Soren chuckled with a deep, throaty taunt. Tweaking my nipple through lace, he pulled away to flash me that fierce grin. That tell-me-to-fuck-you-hard grin. An irresistible lust blossomed with the vision of him in all the hazy pink light, staring up at me like I was todo. "Qué rica, Lace. Such a tight pussy."

Holy fuck.

Breathe?

"So fucking perfect," he lulled, the words branding me with red-hot irons of lust. "Do you know how good you taste? How good you feel?"

No. I didn't know, but I wanted him to tell me more. I wanted him to tell me everything. "I'm...it's..."

"I want you to come." In. Out. "Lace."

The wave of sensations started in the distance, somewhere low in my stomach. Heat ruptured through me as it rolled and curled and then crashed over my fucking head, drowning me in an ice-hot pleasure that broke something in me. "Oh, Soren...oh..."

A gush of wetness surged out of me, spilling and squirting into Soren like it was exactly what he'd planned, what he'd wanted.

"Mmm. There it was," Soren murmured softly, licking his lips with a grin. My body shook, my legs quivered, another dangerous convulsion claimed me. "I've never seen anything more beautiful than that."

My cheeks flushed, but I tore my fingers through his curls urgently. "If you're not inside me in the next three seconds, I'm going to—"

I never got to finish my threat.

Suddenly, Soren was on me. Gripping the back of my head, devouring my mouth, impaling me on his cock.

"Go ahead," he rasped into the kiss. "Threaten me."

"With what?" I panted, shoving him back. We both went tumbling to the floor, and as my hips rocked against his, I curled my fingers around his neck. "I know what mi Rey wants too."

Soren grinned beneath my hand, a feral, fierce grin that only told me I was right. "¿Te gusta? That's how you like it, sí?" I dug my nails into his throat. "You like it when I choke you, mi Rey."

We descended into a deeper pace as I rolled my hips slower and slower and slower. Soren let out a low, breathless groan, throwing his head back. "Ay, carajo, Lace, just like that."

"Slow," I mused teasingly, slowing even more. "Who would've thought that Orlando Duarte, untouchable, invincible Latin King, likes slow, sensual chokesex?"

"Who would think that la princesa inocente from that stuffy art gallery in Chelsea likes to ride my cock and choke me?"

My fingers tightened as I slammed my hips onto his hard. "Queen. To you."

Soren gave me another cutting grin, thrashed and spliced with a raw arousal that made me clench around his cock. "La Reina del puto mundo."

"Good, mi Rey," I drawled with a smile. "And just so you know, I don't just like it. I love to ride your cock."

"It's all yours."

"Mine."

As a soft slur of Spanish escaped, I crushed my lips to his harshly. "I love you."

"Carajo, te amo, Lace." Caught in a fierce kiss, the words were strong. "I love you so much it's hard to breathe sometimes."

My fingers loosened instinctually. "Is it...I don't want to hurt you."

"You're beautiful," he breathed. "Hurt me all you want."

"Soren..." I let him go gingerly, stilling with concern. "I don't want to hurt you. Don't...don't..."

And then Soren flipped us in one fluid motion.

My back met the floor as all the breath left my lungs. Soren graced me with a loose, lazy smile, plucking hair from my cheek delicately. "You are too fucking sweet, azúcar."

I wanted to tell him that he was sweet, but all the words caught in my throat with his fierce thrust. Deep and relentless, Soren drilled into me until all I could gather was moan after moan after moan. "Soren, Soren, Soren..."

"What do you think, Lacey? You're still mad at me, sí?"

"You make me so mad sometimes," I admitted when he stilled, fingertips grazing his jaw lightly. A halo of pink light dusted his dark curls, leaving him in the sweet shadows of a rosy glow. I'd never seen Soren painted in a more divine color. "You make me so mad that I say things I could never mean."

Soren smiled sweetly. "So you don't hate me?"

"No."

Maybe it was the answer, or maybe it was his appreciation for my lack of hesitation, but Soren pressed his lips to mine so fucking hard I thought he was trying to brand me. Mold us together. Keep me pinned to the floor para siempre.

"Good," he said, nipping at my bottom lip. "Because I didn't mean to make you feel like that. Like I was controlling you."

"I really didn't mean to say..." I reached for him desperately. "I'm sorry. I know you didn't hide it from me to hurt me. I know th—"

"I was thinking of you."

I nodded, sweeping his curls from his forehead. "I know. You're always thinking of me."

"I have to. You don't think of yourself enough."

"You don't think of yourself enough."

Another cute laugh tumbled from Soren as our lips met. "That's why we have each other. I have your back, and you have mine, sí?"

As he pressed his hips flush to mine and stilled, I felt the promise pulse inside of me—like a fierce fucking flutter of butterflies. "I do."

Soren pulled back. One inch. His eyes fluttered open to find mine. "Say it again."

"What?"

A soft, hopeful smile curled at his lips. "Say I do, Lace."

No hesitation.

"I do," I murmured, my heart skidding to a halt. "I do. As long as we both shall live, Calloway, I will have your back. I will love you in sickness and in health, in violence, in lies, in everything that comes our way. I do, mi Rey."

Soren didn't say anything.

"Was that..." Breaking the silence with a whisper, I wrapped my arms around his neck. "Was that what you needed to hear?"

"Please," Soren said, his voice cracking. "Please, marry me."

"Soren..."

"Please." Desperation laced the one word. "Lace, will you please marry me?"

As he blinked down at me, I smiled. "Of course. I'm your partner. Always. I'd marry you in a heartbeat."

"Partners." Soren sealed the sentiment with another soft, secret beso. "Mi pareja."

That stayed with me. That would always stay with me.

As I unraveled beneath him, cursing and crying his name loud enough for Maria to hear it...as I drowned in the sensations, gasping for air...as I lived out everything a King could give me, surrendering to lust and love...that stayed with me.