Chapter 45 45
There sat Fernando Ruiz in his infamous Range Rover and in that instant, Sofía knew she was dead.
The urge to run screamed through her veins, tempting her to turn and flee for her life. But logic followed just as fast, cruel and unrelenting. How far would she really make it before he caught her?
A few steps.
At best.
So she stayed where she was, frozen in place like a statue.
The car door flew open.
Fernando stepped out, his broad shoulders rigid with tension. The force with which he slammed the door shut sent a sharp crack through the air, and she knew deep in her bones that there would be no mercy today.
He stalked toward her, fury radiating off him in waves. One look into his forest-green eyes made her blood turn cold. They were dark void of restraint.
Murderous.
“Get in the car!” he roared, his voice tearing through the nearly empty street.
She flinched.
A thousand things burned on her tongue rage, defiance, hatred. She wanted to scream at him that he had no right. Wanted to claw his eyes out, pull his hair until he felt even a fraction of her terror.
Instead, her legs moved on their own.
She walked to the car.
Sat in the passenger seat.
She didn’t know why she was obeying him when every instinct told her that once they reached the house, he would kill her.
His hands were white-knuckled around the steering wheel as he drove, fury vibrating through the confined space. The tension was suffocating.
The moment the car stopped, she bolted.
She jumped out and ran toward the house, toward her room
A pathetic attempt.
She barely made it into the lounge before his hand closed around her arm. He yanked her back so hard her body slammed into his, the impact knocking the breath from her lungs. She winced as her cap fell to the floor.
She stumbled.
“What the fuck were you doing out there?” he roared.
Fear locked her throat.
Her silence only fueled him.
“Answer me, damn it!” he bellowed.
A sob tore free from her chest.
Fernando was beyond angry.
He was incandescent with rage.
The rogues had caught wind that he was alive. They were hunting him relentlessly and Sofía, carrying his scent, would be easy to track.
She was his mate.
Her life was already in danger.
And she had walked out of the house like it meant nothing.
Bloody fucking hell.
“Y-you took my phone,” she cried, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I needed to talk to A-Alfonso!”
Her accusing eyes cut into him but her words only pushed him further.
“That bastard!” he snarled.
Something inside her snapped.
“How dare you!” she hissed
And slapped him.
The sound cracked through the room.
He didn’t flinch.
Her palm against his face was nothing more than a brush of air but the blow to his pride, to his alpha ego, detonated something vicious.
His fingers twisted into her thick black hair, fisting it brutally as he yanked her head back.
And then his mouth crashed onto hers.
The kiss was searing. Punishing.
Her eyes flew open as she raised her hands to push him away useless. She tried to turn her head, but his grip on her hair held her captive.
Pain flared when his teeth bit into her lower lip, demanding entrance she refused to give.
His other arm locked around her waist, hauling her flush against him. There was no space between them. Her soft, trembling body was crushed against his hard frame.
Her toes barely touched the floor.
Her back arched, face tilted helplessly toward the ceiling as he dominated her mouth.
Her nails raked his jaw, drawing blood.
He hissed and pulled back, glaring at her as she wiped her mouth, tears burning her eyes.
She stared back defiant, terrified.
The faint twitch at the corner of his lips sent dread curling through her stomach.
Before she could react, his mouth was on hers again.
This time softer.
His hand slid down her waist, gripping her ass firmly. The squeeze ripped a horrified gasp from her as sparks shot through her body.
Using her shock, he plunged his tongue into her mouth, devouring her, tangling with hers.
She tried to bite him
Too late.
His hand came down hard against her rear.
The sharp smack echoed.
Her cry vanished into his mouth as electricity rippled through her, her body shuddering despite herself.
He was losing control.
Her inexperienced responses her mouth, her sounds were doing dangerous things to him.
Her hands clutched his shirt at the chest, fingers fisting the fabric as if it were the only thing keeping her upright.
She had stopped struggling.
His hand slid lower, slipping between her thighs
The instant his fingers brushed her there, she jolted violently. Her hands flew back, gripping his wrist desperately, trying to stop him.
The movement pressed her breasts against his chest.
That alone earned a low growl from deep within his throat the vibration rolling through her body and making her tremble.
He broke the kiss with a wet sound.
She gasped for air, dizzy, lungs burning.
But he wasn’t finished.
His mouth moved to her neck, teeth grazing her skin. He bit her earlobe, then licked the shell of her ear
A small, involuntary moan slipped from her lips.
And that
That made him chuckle.