Herrera’s distribution network.” My pulse races as my stepfather speaks these
words. Because taking on the Herreras also means taking on Diego.
Victoria does not see a future with Diego Herrera as a realistic option. As their childhood
friendship ignites, they find themselves on opposite sides of a bloody feud
between the two most powerful families in Mexico City. And she’s a Moreno
now—brought up to be the secret weapon nobody suspected.
Diego’s commanding muscles, the coarse, dark hair of his solid chest, that
rugged scar above his sensuous lips…
I want to feel him release inside of me. I want to collapse on top of him. I
want to keep fucking like two animals trying to survive a wilderness that is
both beautiful and vicious. Our chests heave in a unison that signals it’s not
over, and he starts pumping into me…
not just an animal. I turn my head towards the end table, lean over, and grab
his cell phone.
off.” I shove the phone into his palms. “All of them. Tell them I’m not here.
That they made a mistake.”
pumping into me, he stares at me with widened eyes. “Don’t be fucking crazy.
Let me walk you out of here and make everyone believe you’ve disappeared. At
least for a little while.”
hitting that spot. That warm and sensitive spot that makes me second-guess every
decision and every goal I’ve ever made or had. That makes me want to curl up
and be swept away and taken care of, even though I’ve never wanted that to be
any part of my long-term plan—because I’ve seen everything my mother has gained
and lost by being…taken care of.
searches my face for a place to reason. “What I’m offering…they’re going to
catch up to you eventually. And before you catch up to my uncle again. He’s the
second-in-line to a multinational business. You killed one of his men last night.
You almost killed him. You think no
one noticed? This would give us…a chance,” he pleads.
doesn’t say it, it’s the same proposal he made on our trip, except without the
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t tempted. I’ve always been tempted. He’ll never
know how many times I ran my finger around the circumference of that diamond
band on the nightstand before I drove off, deciding on a different destiny. I
knew the moment I stepped in the old Peugeot that Diego’s ring would forever be
imprinted on my finger.
makes him choke on whatever he was about to say and roar in frustration. He’s
not the type of man to accept defeat.
fumble on the phone screen. Awkwardly he holds it against his ear, spitting in
Spanish as he does what I’ve asked him to do.
the phone and then locks his forearms around my neck, pulling me closer to him.
His cock is still stiff, and it throbs inside of me, reminding me of why we’re
even in this position.
his lips find mine, biting, absorbing, demanding. And I reciprocate. I have
never been unwilling. Our tongues tangle as our bodies rock in unison again.
to Southern California to pursue her love of single-engine airplanes. Her
latest, Hard Trigger, is a rogue romance that will be published on August 28th,
2018. Visit her online at http://www.slhannah.com to learn about her other books, to
get updates about her new release, and to connect through social media. S.L.
Hannah lives in Los Angeles, CA with her husband and garden of succulents. When
she’s not writing fiction, she continues to solve the aviation problems of the