I fist her hair and pull her head back. Not enough to hurt her neck but enough to make her scalp tingle and to exert my dominance.
“Believe me, right now, you arenotmy favorite person,chiquita. Do you want me to hate you? Do you want me to kill you?”
“No to both!”
Her eyes grow watery. It could be from me pulling her hair. I stare into her eyes, then I’m kissing her yet again. This time, we’re tearing at each other’s clothes. We can’t get them off fast enough. I pull my button-down over my head while she does the same with her shirt. I had to fasten my pants before leaving the hotel room. I wouldn’t humiliate Vita that way in front of my men. Whatever they might guess, I won’t confirm it.
I toe off my shoes and reach down for my socks as Vita kicks off hers. Then I lift her off the dresser and carry her to the bed. I put her on her feet, so we can both peel off the rest of our clothes. When we’re naked, we take a moment to appreciate what we see. Even though I’ve seen her as close to naked as I could get, seeing her with an unobstructed view makes myhuevosache. I stroke myself twice before picking her up and tossing her on the bed.
I don’t hesitate to crawl on and hover above her. I lower myself onto my forearms as I settle between her legs. A moment’s hesitation, and I shift to place my knees outside her legs, pressing hers closed. I bring us chest-to-chest. She can’t get away unless I let her. The moment she refuses, I’d move aside, but she slides her arms up between mine. She crosses her wrists as she lifts them. Our gazes lock as she arches her back.
“Tell me now,chica, if this is still a game.”
“Was it ever really a game?”
I cup her right breast, my thumb sweeping over her nipple until it hardens. I rock back onto my right elbow and bring my mouth down. I think for a moment about toying with it. Instead, I suck it into my mouth. My teeth tug twice before I’m sucking like a starved baby. She moans and writhes. Her mound rubs my cock, and I nearly lose my mind.
I’ve wanted this woman for weeks.
I’ve craved her touch, her scent, her sound, her looks, her taste.
Every motherfucking single inch of her.
Mind, body, soul.
I might dominate her body, but she dominates my very being.
Mi vida. My life.
Mi Vita.
Mine.
My kiss is brutal and punishing. Being out of control makes my skin crawl. It makes my heart race. I want to fight the feeling until my last breath. If I let this consume me, I’ll hate her for it.
I rock my hips in a rhythm that tells her what it’ll be like once I’m inside her. Her moans soothe the beast within me. Each sound calms me until I feel rational again.
“Jandro, my body’s on fire. You’re burning me from the inside out, and I’m letting you.Please.”
“Please what,chiquita? Stop and let the fire burn out? Extinguish it by making you come?”
Her eyes water once again. “I don’t think there’s any way to put this out. Not until there’s nothing left of me. Not until you’ve destroyed me.”
“Is that what you believe I’ll do? You think my offer to protect you is a lie? That I’m offering you safety from someone else just so I can destroy you?”
“I don’t think you’d do it on purpose. I think being with you will kill me one way or another. Someone will kill me for not killing you. Someone will finish the job, and I won’t be able to stand knowing you’re dead. Giving all of myself to you and not getting all of you back.”
I roll us, making her straddle me before sitting up. The position is erotic as fuck.
“The Cartel will always own part of me. My secrets are ones I can never share with anyone who isn’t a man in my immediate family. The things I do I’ll never reveal to protect the ones I love and the ones who rely on me. That part of me is a monster. It’s a beast no cage can contain. You willneverget that part of me. I hate that you know enough to understand what I mean. I won’t let you anywhere near it, so I’m glad I can’t give you all of me. You’d never unsee who I really am.”
Tears trail down her cheeks, and my own eyes sting with unshed tears. Sex is no longer currency between us. Intimacy is no longer a ploy or tool. This has gone too far too fast, and neither of us can undo what we’ve started. Our only choice is to walk away or let it swallow us whole.
She initiates our kiss, and I let her lead. Her cunt grinds against my cock. She rises onto her knees, and the tip slides between her pussy lips. I feel her drenching it, and the temptation to thrust and claim her is like she’s possessed me.
“I’m clean,caro.” Dear.
The sentiment sounds a lot better in Italian than English. She isn’t eighty, and I didn’t just shovel her driveway. No butterscotch candies from the bottom of her sensible purse.
