Untamed Hearts 2: The Slayer

Kele Moon

To Chuito the apartment was a self-imposed prison for a lifetime of sins. To Alaine, the girl next door, it was salvation from her overbearing, religious father. He was a devil. She was an angel.   Two people who should’...
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To Chuito the apartment was a self-imposed prison for a lifetime of sins. To Alaine, the girl next door, it was salvation from her overbearing, religious father.

He was a devil.
She was an angel.
  Two people who should’ve never met, let alone become friends, but it’s not until they give into the dangerous passion that’s been simmering under the surface for five years that things go to hell.

  On the outside, Chuito ‘The Slayer’ Garcia in on top of the world.  He’s successful. He’s wealthy. He's a champion MMA fighter surrounded by friends who support him, but they don’t know what he was before he came to Garnet.

  A gangster.
A thief.
An addict.
A murderer.
  Now his past is churning up demons he can’t ignore. Chuito knows he needs to go back to Miami to end it, but there's something holding him back, a single temptation he can't resist before leaving.

  Alaine.

  She’s the one drug he can’t give up…even if it destroys them both.

  “To me you’re coke. Fine. Smooth. Perfectly white. Very bad for me, but so fucking sexy I don’t give a shit. It’s worth going down for.” – Chuito Garcia

  • Note:
    The Slayer (Untamed Hearts, #2)
Excerpt
Alaine jumped up without realizing it, as if an invisible force were drawing her to him now that she knew his walls were down. Chuito wrapped his hands around her waist when he got to her—rough, tan hands that felt incredible against her bare skin. She looked down at them on her body and grasped his wrists, holding him there.

“Please give me the whole thing. I’m on birth control,” she whispered, her voice soft and pleading. “If it’s just once—”

He groaned and leaned down, burying his face in the curve of her neck. He placed a kiss there, making the pleasure shimmer down her body that easily. He broke her hold on his wrists and slid his hands down to her ass. He grasped it, forcing her against him. She could feel his cock, hard and straining in his jeans, pressed against her stomach, but still he said, “No.”

“Why?”

“I don’t want to argue with you.” He kissed his way up to her ear. “Let me fucking enjoy this. Enjoy you. Please.”

“Okay,” she whispered, because his lips against her skin were making it hard to think.

It was five years of fantasies unfolding right here in front of her.

She wanted to enjoy it too.

Her heart was thumping hard and fast, and part of her was wondering if she had just passed out from the Patrón and was dreaming this. She ran a hand through Chuito’s hair like she had in his apartment, and the same as before, he let her tug his head back.

If there was another rush better than having the most intimidating, powerful man she had known in her life pliant in her hands, she wasn’t sure what it was.

“God, I want this so bad,” she mused as she used her hold on his hair to tilt his head to the side and stood on her toes to kiss his neck like he had done to her. She actually felt light-headed from the high of touching him after wanting it for so long. “Maybe we’re both addicts.”

“I hope that’s not true,” he choked out. “Or we are fucked. I am so bad for you. You have no idea how much.”

She didn’t want to hear it anymore. She didn’t want to acknowledge anything that could drive a wedge between them after years of yearning for this moment. Good or bad, she didn’t just want this.

She needed it.

Alaine cupped his face in her hands, urging him to lift his gaze to hers. She licked her lips in response, but Chuito tried and failed to shake his head, as if her hold over him was that strong. He was a UFC champion. He could fight just about anyone and win. He had fought her too, tooth and nail, but not tonight.

His voice was raspy with longing as he argued, “We shouldn’t do that either.”

She didn’t listen. Instead she stood on her toes and forced his face closer to hers. The first kiss was soft, just his lips warm against hers, as her head swam with the collision of alcohol and lust.

It made her bold.

Alaine was the one to deepen it, forcing his lips to part to the sweep of her tongue. She swallowed his low groan as she tasted him for the first time. He shuddered in response to her brashness. She could sense the change in him, the defeat, as he ran a hand up her back and then threaded it into her long hair. His hold tightened at the same time he took over the kiss, stealing the reins from her as if she had never held them to begin with.

Her kiss had been bold but gentle.

His was dark, rash, and unforgiving, like he was trying to drown himself in it. More than an indulgence, it was a need she couldn’t name before this moment. The fire consumed her too, pulling her down into the darkness with him.

Maybe if the warmth of tequila hadn’t stolen her inhibitions, it would have scared her, but right now all she could do was feel the way her breathing fell shallow and her heart continued to beat violently. She clung to his shoulders and let him take her mouth the way he had taken her heart a long time ago—violently and without warning.

Everything in her body tightened, silently begging for more. The ache between her legs quickly became unrelenting, bordering on painful, as they kissed in wild, openmouthed desperation. The brush of her nipples through the lace of her bra against his bare chest sent shimmering darts of pleasure dancing over her skin in a way she had never experienced before.

Not with her other boyfriends.

Certainly not alone.

She hadn’t known this was what it was supposed to be like, chaotic and hungry, stealing every thought in her head but the need for more. Nothing mattered in that moment but that coil in her stomach, tightening with every hot, needy second.

She wrapped her arms around his back, digging her nails in, because the tension was so overwhelming a part of her almost wanted to fight against it. This was too intense, too extreme, as if a lifetime of frustration chose right then to swamp her senses.

She moved against him, needing some sort of friction, as she breathed little gasping sounds of bliss against his lips. Then, as if he understood that she had just completely lost herself, he jerked her head back, breaking the lifeline.

Chuito was breathing heavy too, but his eyes were dark, compelling as she blinked at him in a heavy-lidded daze. She tried to lean back in for more, but his hold on her hair was unforgiving.

“What do you think this is right now, Alaine?”

His voice was low, seductive in a way she had never heard before. She sucked in a startled breath at its effect on her. “I-I dunno,” she panted.

“No?” He arched an eyebrow. “You really don’t know?”

She tried to shake her head, but he wouldn’t let her. Finally she just closed her eyes and admitted, “I really don’t.”

“You tell me when you figure it out, mami.” He ran a thumb over her bottom lip, and she parted to him, opening her mouth with an invitation that had him groaning. “You’re gonna make me a pendejo tonight.”

She noticed his accent was more pronounced, reminding her of an angry twenty-year-old she had almost forgotten because she thought the years had changed him. Instead of pointing it out, she just asked, “Why?”

“I’m gonna draw this out as long as possible,” he confessed like it was a sin. “’Cause taking what isn’t mine gets me off.”

She opened her mouth to argue that it was his. It had always been his, no matter how badly they had both hoped and prayed it would stop, but he kissed her again before she could. She parted her lips wide to the onslaught, and his tongue swept in the same way she imagined his body would claim hers.

Maybe it felt the same to him too, because he pushed his hips against her stomach in response, and it brought the comparison into sharper focus behind her closed eyes. His tongue was warm against hers, almost hot with the flavor of tequila still on it. The kiss was wet but intimate, and she wanted it to be something more so desperately she reached between them to caress the thick, ridged outline of his cock through his jeans.

She knew it was big.

She’d known it for years because she sneaked peeks at him every chance she could, and this wasn’t the first time she’d seen him hard underneath clothing. It wasn’t even the first time she’d felt it hard pressed against her like this. They didn’t have sex, but they danced sometimes. She wasn’t an expert on size, but it was impossible to miss.

He grunted against her lips, and for one beautiful, heart-stopping second he thrust against her open palm, letting her feel him. Then in the next moment he grabbed her wrist before she could pull the button to his jeans undone.

She would have complained if he didn’t kiss her harder, stealing her words before she could form them. He let go of her wrist to caress her back and then found the hooks to her bra. He undid it one-handed as his other hand tightened in her hair once more.

For a man who was supposed to be rusty, he was doing a pretty damn good job of being suave. He wasn’t giving her any chance to argue, to complain about the lack of touching on her part.

She did go after a law degree for a reason.

Alaine liked to argue a point more than just about anyone.

But any argument she had died on her tongue when he pulled off her bra, tossing it aside like a casualty of war, and then dropped to his knees in front of her. She was still choking on her shock when he ran his hands up her bare back and then used his hold on her to force Alaine to arch into him. She heard the low, purely indulgent groan slip past Chuito’s lips right before he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth.

The gasp of pleasure caught in her throat, so powerful and overwhelming she almost closed her eyes against it, but she didn’t. The image of Chuito in front of her, his eyes rolling back as if he was enjoying sucking on her tits as much as she enjoyed letting him, was the most erotic thing she had ever seen in her life.

Her knees got weak in the face of it, but he tightened his hold, keeping her on her feet. His tongue darted out, licking at the pink, pebbled tip like he couldn’t resist as he moaned, “Coño, you’re sexy.”

Alaine had never heard someone refer to her as sexy before. Now, hearing it from Chuito of all people, made her almost believe it. So she threaded her hands into his hair, holding him to her, letting him indulge even though the way he did it made it seem like a sin just as he claimed.

She no longer cared if it was or not.

He told her once that if she was willing to buy a ticket to hell with him, he might reconsider his stance on the two of them. In that one wild and drunken moment, she was willing to get on board and never look back.

And Alaine was raised to fear hell more than anyone.

It was just that good.

So much so she had to close her eyes against it and feel his hands on her body and his mouth on her, hot and wet, making her ache. His hair was coarse against her fingers. His hands were rough against her sensitive skin. Nothing about him was soft, and that was exactly how she wanted it.

They were both breathing heavily. Little broken gasps of pleasure were slipping past her lips. Alaine’s skin was dewy, though she didn’t know if it was from the pleasure or the tequila.

The tease was torturous, but she didn’t care, because she wanted this moment to last forever. She tugged his hair and caressed his face and let her hands run over the broad length of his shoulders. When his teeth would graze her just right, her nails would sink in as if on their own accord, and all he would do was let out one of those low, masculine grunts of pleasure that sent a shimmer of excitement into her limbs.

She wanted to touch him more, to run her lips over his magnificent body that had always fascinated her, and finally it got to be too much. “Can I?” she asked as she tried to slip to her knees with him, but he held Alaine there, forcing her to stay on her feet. She tugged his head back, and waited until he was staring up at her. “Let me, Chu.”

He didn’t fight her hold on his hair, but he didn’t respond either. Instead he looked at her with those dark, compelling eyes and silently reached behind her to unhook her skirt and lower the zipper.

“You tell me if you want me to stop,” he said as he slipped those large hands beneath the lining of her panties on either side of her hips and started to lower them along with her skirt. “Okay?”

“I don’t want you to stop,” she assured him with a small, breathy sigh as he exposed the rest of her body.

He closed his eyes and rested his forehead against the valley between her breasts as he pushed her clothes the rest of the way off. She kicked them aside, and then they just stayed there, with Chuito’s big, powerful arms wrapped around her body as she caressed his hair. She closed her eyes too, letting herself feel his bare skin pressed against hers and his ragged breath fanning over her breast.

Chuito pulled away and stared at her for a long time. He traced his fingers down to her waist, his gaze trained on the thin red strip of hair between her legs. Then his lips were on her again, kissing over her tits, up her chest, and then higher as he got back to his feet. He buried his face in the curve of her neck as if he wasn’t capable of breaking the contact.

Alaine gasped when he cupped her ass, and groaned as if enjoying the way it felt in his hands. The backs of her legs hit her bed, and then she was falling, with Chuito’s imposing weight over her, crushing her to the mattress, making her realize for the first time what six feet two and over two hundred pounds of Puerto Rican alpha male felt like on top of her.

It was better than she’d imagined, and she wrapped her legs around him on instinct as she laced her fingers into his hair once more and dragged Chuito’s mouth to hers again. This time he didn’t resist and kissed her, hard, claiming her mouth with his tongue as he arched into her. She moaned into his mouth at the feel of it.

Just because she wanted to, she grabbed his ass as he had hers. It was such an amazing male ass, firm and round, and completely grabable. He grunted into her mouth, thrusting against her again and letting her feel just how hard and ready he was.

She really wished he wasn’t wearing the darn jeans, but again, before she could complain, he caught her hands. He pushed them above her head, holding her by both wrists, and then pulled back to stare down at her trapped beneath him.

The look in his eyes, dark, dangerous, utterly sexual, had Alaine biting her lip. Then he tilted his head, studying her body for another heart-stopping second before he said, “Keep your hands like this, mami.”

“Why?” she whispered.

“’Cause I’m gonna make you come now.” He let go of one wrist and slid his hand between their bodies, slipping it between her legs. “Fuck,” he groaned as his fingers glided between the folds of her pussy. “Que mojada estás.”

She knew she was embarrassingly wet, but she couldn’t apologize for it, not when she saw how much it affected him. Even without knowing what he was saying, she could tell. She caressed his hair again, cupped his face when the feel of his fingers forced her eyes shut.

But he stopped before she could truly enjoy it, pulling his hand back so quickly she choked in complaint and blinked up at him. “What?”

“Put your hands back,” he growled at her.

“That’s not fair,” she argued, because it really wasn’t. “I want to touch you as much as you want to touch me.”

“Life’s not fair,” he said as if he believed it. “Besides, this isn’t about me. Put them back.

Copyright © Kele Moon

Reviews

Customer Reviews

Family is Everything Review by Toni FGMAMTC
Quality
I am completely in love with this book. Honestly, I was not expecting to get into it as deeply as I have. Marc was so charismatic that I just thought Chu's story would probably fall a little flat. I could not have been more wrong.

The Slayer skips between the present and the past; thus, many of the parts that happened during the other books involving Chu are filled in. Also, all of the characters who have grown to have a spot in our hearts are there. A bonus is that we learn more about lesser known characters who are sure to show up in future books, and of course they're awesome as well.
"Welcome to the wasteland for washed-up gangsters."

Chu is an MMA world champion who used to be a gangster. He tried to leave that world behind, but it crept back in. Now he's even found himself in bed with the Mafia.

I super enjoyed the bromance between Tino and Chu. They kept me smiling. Tino is really boisterous which is very complimentary to Chu's stoic nature. When Tino, Chu and Alaine had scenes, the dialogue left me truly rolling.

Chu has been in love with Alaine for five years but pushes her away because of how green she is. She's a small town girl with no experience with the way the big bad world works. But little Miss Alaine is not being left out by Chu no matter what.

This story is Chu's fighting, the sexy dealings with Alaine and Chu plus the friends involved or previously involved in organized crime. It has everything! I laughed and was emotional with tears, and I got so enwrapped that I felt like part of the cast/family. Some parts do head in a bit of a dark direction, but it definitely add to the storyline. Things don't work out perfectly for the characters some of the times which intensifies the quality for the reader.

I enjoyed this book so much that I definitely plan to do a reread, something for which I rarely allow time. It does contain some drug use, crime and murder (and a sexy Boricuan who loves to eat the P). The ending absolutely leaves you wanting the next book.

This was a 5+ star read for me, and I will certainly read the next in the series.
(Posted on 3/13/2016)
A MUST READ! Review by Rachael
Quality
O.M.G. Another MUST READ by Kele Moon.

I will say at first I thought I'd already read this book because the first scene seemed REALLY familiar (may have been in the first book, but it's been so long since I read it I can't remember)... But after that I was sunk. I absolutely LOVED Chu and Alaine.

There were so many things going on in this book yet it wasn't hard to keep up at all, which is amazing that Ms. Moon was able to keep the reader from getting lost.

Without giving anything away, I'll say that I was absolutely surprised and shocked many times through the book with how things went... especially at the end, which has me on the edge of my seat begging for the next book.

I have been waiting to get Toni and Nova's books because they are such intense and deep characters... not that I didn't enjoy getting to read Chu's story... I so did, but Toni and Nova are my favorites!!

I received a free copy of this book to read and review for Wicked Reads.
(Posted on 5/26/2015)
Fantastic! Review by Alexia
Quality
Kele Moon has done it again. I absolutely love this next installment of the Untamed Hearts series! (Posted on 3/31/2015)

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