Stolen By The Queen: A Narcos Romance

Chapter 30

Camila inhaled a shaky breath, her body thrumming with adrenaline and desire as Ryan pinned her with his steely, blue gaze. It was the look of a killer on a mission, and the mission was her.

To think she'd gotten under this infallible's man skin, that he still wanted her--needed her--after everything she'd put him through. After her unforgivable betrayal. 

It was the first time she felt a man looking at her and wanting her for more than just the way she looked. Ryan wanted her even the part of her he still hated, resented. The part of her that led her to make brash and desperate decisions. The dark cloud staining her soul.

He saw it all and wanted it anyway. Demanded it. 

Camila unbuckled her seatbelt, the sound so loud and erotic in the tense space of the truck cab. This was reckless. Unimaginable. They were being chased by two of Mexico's most powerful cartels and he didn't give a shit. Not until he got what he craved. His drug of choice in this world of lawlessness and death. 

Her.

Camila crawled over the center console, landing in a straddling position on Ryan' lap as he pulled her onto him impatiently, throwing back his seat at the same time to give her enough space, the car's steering wheel still digging blissfully into her back. She was between two rock-hard surfaces, the car behind her and Ryan's muscled chest pressed into her sensitive breasts through the fabric of her t-shirt. 

His eyes up close were swirling like the open sea before a storm, unfathomable depths, beauty and danger and chaos all mixed into one. 

One of his hands trailed up her thigh, his eyes tracing over her body like he was removing her clothes with his stare, the fabric evaporating into nothing. Camila felt naked, hot, so bothered, she couldn't help but writhe against his lap, his hardness impossible to miss.

"Still." Ryan growled, both hands clenching around her thighs to keep her from moving. He wanted to look at her, feel her, selfishly control her. It was so different than the way other men had sought to control her. It didn't feel one-sided. No, the way Ryan gripped her, growled at her, felt like she had all the power. That this man who could control himself in any situation lost his damn mind simply at the feel of her fully-clothed body on his lap. 

Camila leaned forward despite his command and trailed her lips with the warm, thick column of neck, the rumble from the back of his throat slamming heat and wetness into her core even though his hands hadn't strayed from the sides of her thighs, his fingers curling harder into the denim as she trailed her mouth up higher, along the harsh line of his jaw, toward the corner of his mouth.

The moment after she gently placed her lips over his, Camila felt her head wrench back, the top interior of the car filling her vision as Ryan gripped the back of her head and pulled hard, exposing the skin of her neck and collarbone. With a growl he pulled her toward him, nipping and sucking at her sensitive skin, first hard enough to leave a mark and then softer as he found a spot behind her ear, the mewls spilling from Camila's mouth filling the inside of the car with a heat that neither could endure.

Camila rolled her hips, Ryan barking commands to stay fucking still  washing over her with abandon, her eyes rolling back in her head at the feel of his curses feathering across her neck in between biting kisses and the swipe of his tongue. 

"Ryan, please." Camila whimpered, wanting to lower her head so she could see him again, taking in his impossibly hard, handsome face as she kissed him. He gripped her hair tighter before finally letting go, Camila's dark waves falling around her like a dark angel as she lowered her gaze back to him, a heated glaze in his eyes that was everything Ryan McCallister wasn't--lost, distracted, heated, unfocused. Completely under her spell.