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. I m a thug, he said without remorse. I keep telling you that. I don t care if I m not the first one to spit on you. Katie narrowed her eyes at him and thenwent one step further by licking her palm, doing it long and slow while he watched. I just wish I wasthe last. Ay Dios mio. His head fell back when she used her spit-slicked hand to stroke him. Put iton. No, I m the one holding it.I get to decide when I put it on.He arched into her hand, uncaring about her protest. Coño, you re sexy. Really? Fuck, yes. He sat up and wrapped one hand around the base of her neck, tugging her forwardso fast she gasped.He bit at her bottom lip. Open for me.She did, letting him kiss her hard and sloppy, with their teeth clashing and their tongues brushing.She was so caught up in it, she hardly noticed when he yanked the open condom packet out of herother hand.He bit her lip one more time before he fell onto his back and went ahead and pulled thecondom out. I won, she pointed out as he rolled the condom on. No, you didn t. He wrapped a hand around the back of her neck again and then pulled her tightagainst him.He flipped their positions so fast she gasped when she found herself flat on her back,with Marcos hovering over her. We both lose, chica.She heard the pain in his voice then, the sheer agony that this was happening to them.That lifewould give them something like this and then yank it away after only a week.She cupped a hand to her mouth when the tears cropped up out of the blue, but he yanked it awaybefore she gave in to the tears. No crying.I want you to stop letting the world hurt you.That meansyou don t let thugs make you cry.She wanted to tell him she couldn t help it, but he kissed her before she could.He just pushedher panties aside rather than pull them off her, and then he was sliding in, stretching her and fillingher, and it fell so good she couldn t help but jerk her head back and moan.He grabbed both her hands, pinning Katie beneath him as he slid all the way in.He was stillthen, with just the sound of their ragged breathing filling the air.She didn t want to do it, but sheopened her eyes, letting tears roll down her cheeks as she looked up to see him staring down at her asif he was afraid she d evaporate right out from under him. I love you. His voice cracked as he said it. You know that, right?She nodded. I know.He leaned down and buried his face in her neck. Eres bella. Thank you, she choked out, because she knew that one.He d been saying it for a week. You re beautiful too.Then she held him and let him fuck her until she was gasping in pleasure despite the tears.Whenshe came, he did too.Usually he held out to force a second one out of her.She wouldn t have beenable to do it, and he probably wouldn t either.They both needed their pleasure.Right now.Before it went away.When it was over, he let her curl up to him, with her head resting against his shoulder and herarms wrapped around him.It felt so good to be in this spot, the place where she d slept every nightthis week.She just couldn t let him go.He didn t even get up to take care of the condom; he just laywith her instead.She tilted her head and pressed her face against his shoulder to hide. You wanna cry, chica?She nodded and squeaked,  Yes. Then you cry. He sighed as he caressed her arm. I can t make you hard, so you be soft forboth of us, okay? O-okay, she rasped, and then the sorrow shook her whole frame when she started sobbing.And it didn t stop.For twenty-four hours they fucked and Katie cried and Marcos let her, but he still left.The onlysaving grace was, he didn t make her kick him out.Like he d never been there, he slipped out of herhouse sometime after midnight on Sunday.He warned her he was a thief.He d done it a hundred times.He said he would steal anything leftunattended long enough for him to take.Only nothing was out of place in her house.Nothing wasmissing.The only thing he d taken was her heart.She wished he would ve stolen her car instead.Chapter FourteenMarcos stared at his cousin s door and then eyed his key chain, debating if he should break in orknock.Considering it was past three in the morning, he decided to pick the lock.He opened the door, hoping he wasn t going to see his cousin s chica.Instead he spied hiscousin sitting alone at the kitchen table with a bottle of Patrón in front of him.Chuito just swirled the liquid in his glass and eyed Marcos rather than say anything.He tossedthe drink back, grimacing over it after he swallowed it all. How drunk are you? Marcos asked him. Not drunk enough, Chuito said as he poured himself another drink. Close the door.Quietly.She s sleeping.Marcos knew he was talking about his neighbor, and he took care with the door when he closedit.Then he walked into the kitchen, seeing that Chuito looked worse for the wear, with circles underhis eyes as if he hadn t been sleeping much over the past week. I m sorry, Chu.Chuito shrugged. So am I.Sit. He gestured to the other chair. You want a drink? No, I got to drive back.Chuito nodded as if he expected it. You were right, you know? he said in Spanish. AboutAlaine. Yeah, I know.Marcos sat, and then winced as he watched him take another shot.Never let it be said Chuitohalf-assed anything.When his cousin decided to get drunk, he really went all out.Chuito filled up his glass again. Ay, Chu. Marcos groaned when he downed it. You re gonna get sick. 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