I thrust into her one more time before dropping onto my forearms, continuing to rock my hips as I draw out her orgasm. I want to collapse because I’m spent, but I don’t want to miss the chance for her to come again if she can. I roll onto my back, letting her take control as she rides me. She rocks against me until she throws her head back, the cords in her neck straining.
“Come for me,chica. Come for D?—”
Fucking hell. I barely stop myself. Where the ever-loving fuck did that word come from? It’sneverbeen my thing. Like I’ve called no other womanchiquitaorchica,no woman’s called me that disconcerting name.
Her entire body tenses, and her nails scratch my pecs as she braces herself. I watch her abs contract, and her thighs squeeze my hips as she comes.
“Daddy!”
Chapter Twelve
Vita
Oh, fuck!
Oh, shit!
Oh, fucking shit!
Why did I scream that?!
Why?!
I want to shrivel up and hide in the tiniest hole ever made. I’m unprepared for Alejandro to roll us yet again. I’m not the lightest woman in the world, but he moves me around like I weigh nothing. His entire body pins me to the bed. I fear his reaction. I want to cringe, but I refuse to show my fear. That was enough vulnerability to last me a lifetime.
“That’s fucking right,chiquita. Who’s promised to take care of you? Who’s protecting you right now? Who’s going to make sure no oneever fucking touches you again?”
By the end of that last sentence, the protectiveness in his voice demands my agreement. I’ve never felt so fucking cherished in all my life.
“You.”
“Whose cock do you have buried inside your tight little pussy? Whose cum is filling you right now? Who belongs to you to serve and protect?”
“You.”
I can’t keep my lips from twitching. I don’t want to ruin the moment, but a leading Cartel man just used a police slogan. A bit ironic, don’t you think?
“You looked shocked by what you called me.”
I want to crawl into that hole.
I stay quiet and let him keep going.
“You did it because the answer to all those questions is the same. Me.”
“Is that what you like from your subs?”
His expression darkens, and his face lowers inches from mine.
“No woman has ever called me that. I would never allow it. I’m not a Daddy Dom and never want to be. I amnotyour Dom, and you arenotmy sub. No woman but you has the right to any terms of affection. Not to me and not from me. Do not doubt that, little girl. Your cunt and your ass will regret it if you do.”
“Regret it?”
“Because I’ll keep them sore from fucking you until you understand.”
That sounds like a solemn pledge. I believe he means it to his very marrow.
“Hmm. Maybe you don’t mean?—”
