“Let me, I’ve got you. It will be good, I promise.” I vow to her seeing her panic under the pressure. Trust floods her gaze as she relaxes into the feeling.
“Okay.” My brave girl says, taking this dick like a champ. I fuck her in slow, steady strokes, keeping her thighs elevated so that she can feel every ridge and muscle plunging into her perfect little pussy. I pound her into the soft firmness of the bed. Surrounded by her pillows, pink and pastels, I pull back the need to pulverize what’s mine, what’s always been mine. Instead, I concentrate on the cluster of tissue, so soft and beckoning to the head of my dick. Again and again I press deep inside, my hips pounding in tandem with the rhythm of Saban arching and straining to meet me as she gets closer and closer to her crisis.
“Hadrián.” erupts at the same time as my “fuck yeah.”
Sounds of her essence wetting me as I mercilessly thrust into her welcoming heat spur the man obsessed into something other — an apex predator seeking to annihilate his prey.
Sated from her orgasm, she lists under me, her body my possession and under my complete control, so pliant, vulnerableand mine. She lets me use her as my little fucktoy. I want to drown in every delectable curve of her.
Taking her thighs higher over my shoulders, I pile-drive into her pussy. Open to me, she takes every inch of my dick without a whimper. Her hand reaches between us to where we meet, playing with her pussy.
“Why are you such a little slut for me, huh?” I ground out, slamming my throbbing dick into her luscious warmth.
“You l-like it.” She quips back, pulling me down to taste herself on my lips. The moment her flavor floods her mouth, as our tongues tangle, I feel her clench me harder. My eyes roll back, and my back bucks.
Reaching between us, I cover her hand with mine, touching her. Rubbing slow circles around her clit, I play along with her busy fingers until she shatters.
Fucking her through it, I follow, pouring my seed into her hot welcoming body.
Careful not to crush her, I roll over, pulling her on top of me, giving my dick time to soften so I don’t hurt her unnecessarily.
“You good?” Soft locs cover my face as she turns to face me. Moving them over her shoulder, I look down, meeting her soft brown gaze.
“Yeah, you?” Tilting her head, I know she’s not just asking about the lovemaking. She’s inquiring about my heart.
“I’m good.” Meeting her gaze, I mean it. “We have a lot of shit to work through, and it won’t all be done tonight.”
Nodding, she doesn’t shy away. “I’m sorry. I should have come to you. I don’t want to think it was because of the reasons you said — I know I don’t hate you — not either part of you. What I hated was the way you pushed me away. You did that because you thought I was going to do something like this. I almost feel like it was a self-fulfilling prophecy.”
“I can see that.” I nod. “Going forward, you come to me.” My tone is serious and allows for no more bullshit distrust on her part. I have more than proven myself.
“I will.” I know she means it. She’s never been a liar.
Trust will take time, but I know she will do everything in her power to earn it back. Forgiving her is not the issue. Being the man she deserves was and remains the problem.
I hold her for a long time before I slip away, making sure her tiny apartment above her shop is secure. Not to mention I put cameras in to watch over her before she moved in. I was pleasantly surprised they worked with the rush job I had to with Angel coming in like he did at Easy’s urging.
Revving my bike after walking it down to the end of the alley so I don’t wake her, I take the road to the secret location I’d been sent.
“What do we have here?” I ask into the darkness, noting the forms of the men hidden in the darkness.
“Nothing, just some el stupido pendejos who think they can run kids in our area after we served them the heads of the last crew to try it.” The calm tone of the former priest has no inflection or mercy. He’s as pitiless as I am.
‘Hm, so thinkers, eh?” I muse, unsheathing my machete.
Blue eyes greeting me is a surprise as much as the blond hair. I don’t let my surprise show as I assess the three men.
“So impatient for kids you’d rather do it yourself than wait on coyotes?” My laugh holds no humor. Disgust coats every word as I look at the three gringos who dare to oppose us.
“It’s the hubris for me. They thought we wouldn’t want the heat coming from fucking them up,” I say to them representing those whose interests align with el Diablo in keeping this area protected. We make no secret of bringing people over for a better life or to escape hardship or certain death, but from the momentAngel took helm of leadership and vowed to me he would never deal in kids, el Diablo has never been in the skin trade.
“Big mistake.” As I take all their heads.
“Send them back to the patrons of the three highest cartels. It’s enough to get the message out that our territory is off limits.”
As my men move to carry out my orders, I look into the eyes of the only other blond man in the room, Sheriff Ulysses Sheriff.
“No I.D. Nothign has come up yet on facial recognition. They didn’t give anything up. Not even after Rocco had a go at them. It’s almost like they’ve been conditioned from birth. Cult shit.” He says with grim certainty.
