“I’ll ask my security to do a background check and see what he can dig up on Obasi. I was hoping we could get at least an address lead on our own, but we’ll do what we have to.” He let out a sigh, skimming the interior. “Have you considered maybe she came here, had a good time with this man, and got caught up in the wrong situation? She was robbed, and the robbers decided it’d be easier to pump heroin into her so the authorities wouldn’t look into it.”
“Why would anyone waste expensive drugs on a stranger?”
“Because she was an American tourist and they could get in serious trouble with the law.”
The idea had crossed her mind, but even then, she still needed the culprit to pay for the crime. His motivations mattered less than his actions. “To cover it up?”
“Yes, and that’s the same reason Obasi disappeared too. Even if he were innocent, he wouldn’t want to be linked to the drug lords. He’d be dead.”
Coward. How could anyone declare their love to another and fail to get justice in a situation like that? Because they didn’t know each other well. Deep down, it was just sex—like me and Nassor. A trace of apprehension ran through her. “I’m not sure. What kind of jerk wouldn’t ensure the death of a loved one didn’t get sorted out?”
“He was scared. Fear makes people make all sorts of mistakes.”
“You’re perceptive.”
He shrugged. “According to Nsia, I’m also your common mutt.” He said it nonchalantly, but she detected a pang of distress in his voice, especially toward the last word. Because of his situation growing up, was he called a mutt often?
“She’s an idiot.” She leaned down and took his face in her hands. “You’ll be a fine king. You know why? Because you care, Nassor. You cared enough to come with me to figure out what really happened.”
“Well, I’ve had my own agenda, too. It’s my kingdom. I need to know what’s going on.”
“Because you care.”
She kissed him, and he responded with more passion than she’d intended. A small act of kindness transformed into a raging fire. Arousal flowed through her, sizzling her insides and putting her hormones to the test. She encircled her arms around him, loving how he explored her mouth, stroking her tongue with fierce passion, nipping her lower lip with a possessiveness that turned her on beyond measure.
He lowered her onto the mattress, and when prompted, she stretched out her arms so he could remove her shirt. She touched his jeans, helping him pull them down along with the boxers. He dipped his head to kiss her again, but she stopped him and took off his shirt, wanting—needing—the skin-to-skin contact.
“Isabela, you drive me crazy.” He groaned.
She licked his neck, reveling in the salty taste of his flesh. He shivered slightly, probably as aroused as she.
She removed her bra, and her breasts spilled into view. A wonderful hot tingle stirred behind her nipples, with the same urgency driving the rest of her. Nassor leaned down, eager to lap at her tits, cupping them together and kissing them, massaging them, making thrills of awareness drill through her. “So good.”
When he focused on one breast, she sighed. He sucked it, alternating between little nips and licks at the tightening bud. Moaning, she touched his hair, caressing his scalp. “Nassor…”
He caught her nipple between his teeth, grazing it, slowly teasing her. God, for how much longer would this go on? Heat liquefied in her cunt. Growling, he slid his hand down to her pussy, and she melted the moment he inserted three fingers inside. A long, drawn-out moan escaped her lips. “Your cunt is so wet, Izzy.”
She arched toward him, desperate to give all of herself to him, to surrender in a way she’d never thought possible.
“I’ll fuck you, but I need to eat your pussy first,” he said, lowering himself down on her until he positioned his head between her thighs.
He gave her pussy an openmouthed kiss, and little tingles traveled upward, searing every cell all the way to her brain. She closed her eyes, but opened them with a start when he flipped her on her belly, then lifted her ass up in the air.
She pressed the side of her face onto the pillow. Was he going to thrust into her already? He nudged her thighs open and kissed the back of her leg, tracing a sinful path with his tongue all the way to her butt.
Hmm. He has other plans.
He nipped her ass, and a shot of arousal bolted through her. She clasped the pillow.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m finally giving attention to your severely neglected ass,” he said, then palmed a good size of her flesh, massaging in a circular motion. Unable to stay still, she bucked up her hips, grinding them into his hands, needing more.
He grazed his teeth on the curve of her ass, sliding into the area between her thighs. A flutter raced down her pulse. When he continued his exploration, aiming lower still, she hissed. “Relax, baby. I want to kiss every part of you.”
She inhaled and exhaled, trusting him to show her another route to Pleasureville. He began licking, tracing the rim of her hole with the tip of his tongue. A jolt of excitement coursed through her and she almost jerked, but he pressed his hand on the small of her back, pinning her. He swept his other hand around and touched her pussy from the front.
When he thrust his fingers into her pussy, she whimpered. Her womanly essence drenched her folds and dripped down her thighs. He let out a hmm while shamelessly eating her ass, telling her how much he enjoyed doing so.
