Page 112 of Cartel Rose (Jorge)


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There’s something spiritual about this. It’s not just fucking to get off. It’s not even just gentle fucking. It feels like we’re making love, and it’s more moving than anything I’ve experienced before. It’s like our souls are telling us we’ve met our mate. That there’s no questioning whether we’re meant to be.

He sits up and wraps his arms around my waist as I rise and fall on his cock. Our kiss is languid as we both pour emotions into it that aren’t even about sex. Our movements are slow and quiet. The bed barely moves. This time’s the opposite of how we were last night. There’s nothing frenetic about this.

“Come, Liesel, whenever you want. You don’t have to ask.”

“Thank you, Jorge.”

Neither of us uses an endearment, perhaps because we’ve never been more equal during sex. I crave this intimacy we’re creating together. It’s not long before I moan as I feel that sensation begin deep in my pussy before it spreads.

“I can’t last any longer. Come for me,chiquita.”

“I am, Daddy. I’m coming right now.”

This time the terms of affection are loving. It’s not about him being more dominant and me being more submissive. We truly are equals in this. When our bodies cool from the ecstasy, we kiss each other’s shoulders.

Even though we showered last night, we both know we need to do it again. When we step under the water, we embrace and hold each other, unable to get enough kisses. I feel his cock pressing against my lower belly. He’s getting hard again, so I ease my hand between us and stroke him.

“Are you sure you aren’t slipping little blue pills every day, Daddy?”

He chuckles. “Hardly. I don’t need any enhancements when I have you. I can’t get enough of you.”

With one more kiss we move apart, and I turn around sticking my hips out to him. He grasps them knowing theinvitation, then slides into me. He wraps an arm around my waist as his other kneads my tits. Once again, he’s just rocking as the anticipation builds for both of us. I press my hands against the wall, but when my fingers bend as though they’d claw at it, he leans back. Both hands cup my ass as he moves faster and harder.

“Rub your clit, baby girl.”

I happily do as he says. My head tilts back for a moment before it drops forward, my chin tucked nearly to my chest as we move together. The force of his motion rocks my hips along with him. I do my best to press back as far as I can each time he bottoms out in me. This is a quickie, and we’re both coming soon. Once he withdraws from me, we hurry to finish the shower.

“Liesel, something happened last night, and we need to go downstairs to discuss it with everyone else.”

I freeze midway through buttoning my shirt.

“What could’ve happened last night while we were sleeping?”

“While you were sleeping.”

“What?” My brow furrows not understanding.

“I woke to a knock on the front door. I slipped out to check what was going on. So did all the other men except your father. A box arrived with a tongue in it, but obviously it wasn’t your father’s since he’s here.

“Was there a note like last time?”

“Yes, it simply said ‘speak no evil.’”

“What the fuck? Why is this still happening if Papa’s here with us? Are you sure he is? Are you sure no one took him in the middle of the night?”

Panic bubbles in my chest and makes bile burn the back of my throat.

“Yes, I’m positive he’s still here. Hisham peeked into your parents’ room just long enough to know he was there before we all went back into our rooms.”

We’re both dressed now, so we head downstairs. Immediately I can tell Heidi and Friedrich must have argued. She won’t look in his direction and isn’t talking to him. I take a seat next to my sister and shoot her a look. She turns her head and glares at Friedrich, who sits across the table from her. Then she leans to whisper to me.

“He decided to share a monumental secret with me this morning. Turns out he’s more than just friends with someone in the Camorra.”

My gaze darts to Friedrich before it returns to my sister. I keep my voice low to match hers.

“Just how much more?”

Even though I’m speaking softly, it’s Friedrich who answers. “I may as well just come out and say it to everyone since more than half of you already know. I’m still a member of the Camorra. I don’t serve them day-to-day, and I left that life to be with Heidi. I don’t want it near her, but it seems as hard as I tried to keep it away from Heidi and your family, it’s permeated our lives here in Frankfurt. What’s going on involves my branch as well as three other syndicates.”