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He burns for her. Lucky for him, she likes to play with fire. . .
My name is Eddie Rosas, but everyone calls me Trouble. Since I got out of prison six months ago, I’ve had one goal: find my father, whatever the cost. My older brother says I need to move on. He also wants me to leave our gang, East Side Hollenbeck, and go straight, but I can’t—not until I uncover the truth about our family and its missing piece.
One problem? I’m distracted. My distraction’s name is Carmen Centeno. Smart, passionate, and tough as hell, Carmen is a woman from the neighborhood who’s built her career as one of the city’s top chefs. She’s a master of creating pleasure both in and out of bed. But when our connection deepens, how can I show her I’m not the trash everyone says I am?
The pressure’s rising. Carmen deserves a man she can depend on. And when the ghosts of my past rise up, I’ll have to outsmart them—or lose my shot at a future with the only woman who believes in me.
The Rosas brothers will return in Tanked!
“I’m not trying to change you,” she says quietly. “I’m trying to make you see what I see.”
“What do you see?”
“A good man.”
“How do you know I am a good man? What evidence do you have?”
“From the way you treat your family, your friends. From the way you treat me, when you’re not scared,” she says. “I’m not stupid. I know you have your secrets. But I’m hoping one day you’ll be brave enough to share them with me.”
We lock eyes. Both of us are breathing hard. I stand up slowly and take the three steps to where she lies on the bed. I tower over her, my big shadow blanketing her body in darkness.
“You know I’m only going to let you down.” My voice deepens. Goosebumps rise on her skin.
She says nothing. I watch her as she reaches down between her legs and slides her middle fingers up and down the sides of her pussy. She rests her heels on the edge of the bed and spreads her legs wider, teasing me. One finger plunges inside. The other circles her clit. I can almost taste her on the tip of my tongue.
“I’m going to break your heart,” I say. “I’m not the knight in shining armor you think I am.”
“Fuck you,” she whispers, “you don’t know what I’m thinking.”
I lunge forward, grab her wrists and pin them to the mattress next to her hips. High on the scent of her, I lie down between her legs. I close my eyes and kiss her sweet, hot pussy. I lick open her lips and plunge my tongue inside her, drinking her in. She squirms but I hold her down. The more she thrashes and tries to kick me, the tighter my grip gets. I tongue-fuck her and lap at her clit without mercy. Her back arches and her thighs flex. Right before she comes, I flip her over, fast and rough.
“Don’t fucking move.” I pull down my pants and ram my cock into her trembling cunt.
“Oh God,” she whimpers. “Yes.”
My sweet, dirty Carmen. When I bend down to kiss her neck, she struggles against me. I fuck her bareback, deep and slow. She balls up the sheets in her fists.
“You’re right. I don’t know what you’re thinking,” I grunt. “But I know what you’re feeling, mi reina. My dick. Stretching that tight little pussy. Fucking you like you’ve never been fucked before. And you think I’m a good man? You know I’m not. That’s why you like this. You need someone bad to reach the bad inside you.”
“No,” she says. “That’s not true. You’re not bad.”
“You said all I want is this.” I thrust hard. She whimpers. “That this is all I can understand. But maybe, Carmen, the truth is the other way around. Maybe this”—I thrust again—“is all you can understand. All you want from me.”
“I want to see you.” She tries to turn around but I hold her in place with my hips.
I’m raw and hurting—I can’t look at her like this. “No.”
“Eddie, I want to face you.”
“I said no,” I growl.
I slide my arm underneath her stomach and drag her closer to my body. She’s hot and dripping, and I know from our time together she’s getting closer and closer to her orgasm. She’s so turned on I can feel her wetness against my abs, my balls. Quickly, I stick my thumb in my mouth and suck on it. When it’s wet, I reach down and stroke her slick little asshole. She shudders and her muscles grip my dick.
“You like this?” I trace the tip of my thumb back and forth.
“Ever had it here?”
She shakes her head.
“You want it?” I ask.
“I don’t know,” she whispers. “I’m scared it will hurt.”
I don’t want to hurt her—I never want to hurt her. “Can I try something?”
Carefully, I pop the first joint of my thumb into her tight opening. She gasps but spreads her legs wider.
The beast inside me surges forward, but I beat him back. I lean down to whisper in her ear. My voice softens. “That’s as far as we’ll go tonight. Tell me if it hurts and I’ll stop.”
She looks at me over her shoulder. “Okay.” Her dark eyes are wide, trusting, and unafraid. A part of me wonders why—how—she trusts me. No one else does. Not really. In return, I’ll give her what I know she wants.
I harden my voice again. “Now close your eyes.”
Mia Hopkins writes lush romances starring fun, sexy characters who love to get down and dirty. She’s a sucker for working class heroes, brainy heroines and wisecracking best friends. Her favorite form of procrastination is baking. She lives in Los Angeles with her family.