Inferno : Ensenada Heat Book 1

by Tess Summers

  “I’m sure when the baby comes, things will change,” John offered.

  “Not if she’s afraid to let her guard down. With the baby, it’ll probably make it worse.”

  “Maybe being in a new city will be good for her. Have you considered moving sooner than her third trimester? That’s kind of an uncomfortable time for a woman to be unpacking boxes, D.”

  “My wife isn’t going to be unpacking a damn thing. We’re buying all brand-new furniture and home furnishings, along with any clothes or personal items she needs.”

  “She’s still going to have to organize all that, dumbass.”

  “Well, then I’ll hire a personal assistant for her.”

  “You still should consider going sooner.”

  Dante grinned. “Are you in that big of a hurry to move into my place?”

  “Actually, no. The fact that I’m moving to Ensenada is really fucking up my personal life.”

  “Are you still dating Laila?”

  His friend frowned. “Nah. She’s a little higher maintenance than I have time for.”

  “How was the sex?”

  “It was… decent.”

  “Decent?”

  John shrugged.

  The Mexican chuckled. “Well, I’m glad you’re no longer dating her then. Life’s too short to settle for decent sex. Even if it is Miguel Hernandez’s daughter. I hope that doesn’t come back to bite us in the ass though.”

  “Don’t worry about it. She broke it off with me. It was amicable.”

  Dante got the feeling there was a lot more to this story and wanted to press for details, but at the look on the American’s face, he decided to drop it.

  They had yet to receive confirmation from their contact in the CIA, despite having paid another hefty sum upfront. The son of a bitch had taken more money from the cartel than the man—or his children’s children—could spend in their lifetimes. Still, Dante felt confident he and Bella were safe in Aruba, and he was going to see to it that they enjoyed themselves thoroughly.

  In and out of bed.

  Chapter Thirty

  Bella

  They’d checked into their bungalow on the beach—just her and Dante. She’d wavered back and forth between being glad they hadn’t brought security staff with them, so they wouldn’t draw attention, and feeling vulnerable that the men weren’t there to watch over them.

  The feeling vulnerable part was the most distressing—she was still a badass, dammit, with or without the government credentials. She didn’t need Dante’s men to keep her safe, but she now had a tiny person growing inside her to think about. The fact that her own agency had tried to kill her had unsettled her in a way she’d never experienced.

  She walked through their hut, checking the locks on the windows and looking for other ways someone could penetrate their temporary space. Dante grabbed her wrist the third time she walked by him sitting on the couch, and pulled her into his lap.

  “Little one, you need to relax. No one knows we’re here. No one.”

  She knew he was right. They’d taken precautions: using one of his associate’s planes instead of his; their reservations made under her new name, not his. They’d been paying for everything in cash or with her fancy new MasterCard with the name Bella R. Johnson on the front, and the billing address was one of his dummy corporations which—last she recollected from his file she had known by heart—the agency had no knowledge of.

  “I know. I really wish I could have a drink. That would help me calm down.”

  He started rubbing her shoulders and the back of her neck.

  “Go get undressed and lie on the bed, let me give you a massage.”

  He’d never made such an offer before, but in her experience, when a man volunteered to rub her back, it was implied he wanted to rub a lot more than just that. So when he actually just massaged her back, neck, and shoulders without attempting to touch her anywhere else, she was somewhat offended.

  Then her pregnant hormonal feelings became hurt, and she began to cry.

  It took him a moment to realize she had tears streaming down her face, but once he did, he scooped her up into his arms and began to gently rock her against him.

  “Bella, what on earth is wrong?”

  “You don’t want me anymore,” she wailed.

  “What in god’s name are you talking about, woman?” He placed her hand over his hard-on. “Does that feel like I don’t want you? I always want you—it worries me how much, sometimes.”

  She sniffled against his chest, asking softly, “You do? Still? Even though I’m pregnant?”

  “Oh, Bella. Especially because you’re pregnant.”

  “Then why won’t you fuck me?”

  “I’ve told you, I’m not risking it. But once the baby comes, I’m taking you away and tying you to the bed and abusing you for a week straight, and I’ll use zip ties so you can’t escape.”

  She smirked as she wiped her eyes with her fingertips. “I can get out of those too, you know. Just not as easily.”

  “You might have to prove it.”

  Biting her bottom lip, she looked up at him through her wet lashes. “But what if I don’t want to?”

  He growled as he began to fondle her tits and tweak her nipples. “You dirty girl.”

  “You should probably punish me…”

  ****

  Dante

  She was making it so difficult to be gentle with her, and he almost caved and put her over his knee. Then he thought how devastated he would feel if something happened to their little one. Even if it wasn’t because of rough play, he knew he’d still feel responsible. He was going to handle her with care until Junior was safe and sound in the nursery crib, and she was healed.

  Then he was going to fuck her into submission like the good old days.

  Bella fought back a yawn, and Dante lay back on the pillows, gesturing for her to nestle in next to him.

  “I just need a little nap,” she murmured. “Please don’t leave me alone. I sleep much better knowing you’re lying next to me.”

  Hearing that did wonders for his ego. His little badass needed him in order to feel safe.

  Then she added, “And you should probably be naked, too,” and he was no longer as convinced. But he did as she requested and stripped down to his boxer briefs.

  “Underwear doesn’t equal naked,” she chastised as she put her arm around his center.

  “Underwear means you’ll take a nap,” he corrected.

  She sighed dramatically. “Spoilsport.”

  He laughed out loud and lightly tapped her on the ass. “Go to sleep.”

  And she did. He noticed that she was tired a lot lately—which only made sense; she was literally forming another human in her body.

  He dozed off next to her, and when he woke his hands were above his head. It was when he tried to scratch his balls that he realized he couldn’t move them from their position over his head.

  “What the fuck?” he snarled, scanning the room. A sense of dread that something had happened to his wife overwhelmed him.

  She came out of the bathroom and smiled when she noticed he was awake.

  “Hey, sleepyhead.”

  “Kennedy Alicia Guzman, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

  “Oh, just a little payback,” she smirked as she crawled up on the bed and sat next to where he was held captive.

  His eyebrows furrowed. “What do you mean, payback?”

  “For my time in the dungeon—which, now that I’m your wife, you need to show me how to access, as well as the room below it.”

  “How do you know about the panic room on the first floor?”

  She huffed out an exasperated breath and rolled her eyes.

  “It doesn’t take having an MBA from Stanford to figure that out, babe. I know all the secrets of the estate, except how to get in and out of your dungeon. That knowledge would have been particularly useful about three months ago, by the way, so I’m hoping you’ll unlock that myst
ery for me should I need it in the future.”

  He’d thought about that—beaten himself up over it, actually. It weighed heavily on him, especially when she had still been missing.

  “I should have shown you how to access the rooms before I left for San Diego. I’m so sorry. You would have been safe. The downstairs room has an escape tunnel leading to the garage.”

  “That would have definitely helped.”

  He wanted to caress her face, and he tugged on his restraints.

  “I’m sorry I wasn’t there to protect you. We’ll get your facial recognition into the software first thing when we get back, and I’ll show you how to get into the rooms, as well as the staircase and tunnel.”

  Her expression turned sad, although she attempted a smile.

  “Sometimes I let myself forget how you make your living, but then things like this remind me how dangerous it’s going to be for our child.”

  Dante lifted his upper body off the bed as much as he could to emphasize what he was about to say.

  “I swear to you, I will do everything in my power to make sure you and the baby are always safe and protected.”

  She looked into his eyes for a moment without saying anything. Then, with a genuine, small smile, she kissed his cheek and whispered, “I know you will.”

  Scooting further down his body, she began to tug on his boxer briefs.

  “Now, about this payback…”

  *

  Bella

  His cock was only semi-erect as she tugged his underwear down his thighs. She knew he was going to have a hard time letting her be in charge, and an even harder time giving up complete control—hence the handcuffs. Now he had no choice.

  “Whatever shall I do with you?” she purred, slithering down his body. She kissed his core, and as her pebbled nipples softly grazed his hip, she felt him harden under her. “Well, hello there.”

  Licking down his shaft, she kept going until she was nestled between his legs and began to mouth his balls—tugging on the skin with her lips while he groaned his approval.

  “Damn, Bella, that feels so fucking good.”

  She let her tongue explore further, pushing his legs apart so she could properly lick his taint. As her tongue darted between his balls and his ass, she proceeded to slowly stroke his cock, smearing the precum around his tip with her thumb. Feeling drunk with power, she gathered his balls in one hand and fit them both in her mouth at once, running her tongue back and forth over the skin.

  “Holy fuck, that’s hot,” he growled, and she glanced up to find him watching her every move intently. A small smile managed to escape her full mouth, and she slowly released his sac with a pop.

  “Mmm, I love how you smell,” she cooed, licking the underside of his balls while they rested on her nose.

  “You are a dirty, dirty girl, Mrs. Guzman.”

  Rubbing her pussy against his leg, she murmured between licks, “I think we’ve already established that, Mr. Guzman.”

  “My cock is so hard for you.”

  Bella began to tug his shaft harder. “Oh, I can feel that,” she said, then sat up so she was straddling his hips, his cock in her hands between her legs. With a smirk, she reached over to the nightstand and pulled out a jar of coconut oil, letting the contents drizzle all over him until his dick was glistening.

  “So slippery,” she commented as she began to leisurely jerk him with both hands, moving her eyes between his gorgeous face and his steel prick while rocking her hips in a slow tempo on top of his.

  She’d chosen coconut oil so she could still suck him, as the taste was quite pleasant. Drizzling more of the natural lubricant on him before slipping between his legs again, she rubbed the runaway oil up along his taint and further toward his ass.

  To her surprise, he didn’t jump when she ventured her finger into his crack.

  Bobbing her head up and down on his shaft, Bella took him deep in her throat and held him there as she breached his back door with her finger. She was enjoying having him at her mercy. He didn’t freeze or clench beneath her, so she began to work her finger in unison with her mouth and hand on his shaft, which was hard as granite.

  Dante’s breathing was starting to become irregular, and his throaty groans were turning into grunts, so she began to moan around his cock in her throat. He always loved that.

  “Fuuuuck, I’m going to come soon if you don’t stop.”

  That only made her double down with her efforts: moaning louder; slurping, sucking, stroking, and probing faster and firmer; subtly rubbing her soaked pussy against his hairy thigh in the process. It was such a turn-on for her to blow him, and being in charge like this was only adding to it. The fact that he hadn’t fought her for control made her feel honored—she knew that had to have taken a lot of trust on his part.

  With a loud groan, he began to thrust up, and she tasted his salty cum.

  “That’s it, take it all,” he demanded as rope after rope spurted down her throat.

  She pulled him out of her mouth and wiggled her finger in his ass before removing it, admonishing him with a smirk, “So bossy.”

  “Uncuff me so I can show you who’s really in charge.”

  “Tsk, tsk. I don’t think so.”

  Bella moved up to straddle his chest, putting another pillow under his head so he had a good view of her pussy, spread wide and just out of reach of his mouth. Dante began to tug on his restraints with more fervor.

  “You better take these goddamn handcuffs off me now, woman,” he warned in a low growl.

  Grinding against his chest, she began to rub her clit in circles, defiantly asking, “Or what?”

  “I’m gonna paint your ass red.”

  That only made her massage her knot faster. “Oh, baby, you say the sweetest things.”

  He quit tugging and began to watch her pleasure herself, mesmerized at the sight.

  “You dirty slut, you know you want to sit on my face and grind your cunt on my mouth. Come on, baby, let me fuck you with my tongue.”

  The thought made her moan out loud, and her juices began to smear all over his chest as she rolled her hips on him.

  Dante lifted his neck, moaning, “Mmm, fuck, baby. I can smell how good you’d taste. Please? Sit on my face.”

  She reached behind herself to fondle his cock, and found him already hard again.

  “So many options,” she cooed as she stroked his length up and down, exposing herself even wider.

  “Look how fucking wet you are. God, I need to taste you. Come on, little one, ride your husband’s face.”

  Releasing his cock, she scooted forward so her entrance lined up with his mouth. At first, she planned on teasing him, but he lurched his neck forward and began to tonguefuck her with a vengeance. Any thought of teasing him flew right out the window. His mouth felt so good on her pussy, it was like she was in a trance.

  “Uncuff me, Bella, so I can play with your clit.”

  All she was thinking about was him rubbing her jewel, so it wasn’t until she heard the click of the hinge that she realized what she’d just done.

  To her surprise, and perhaps slight disappointment, he didn’t move to punish her. Instead he did exactly as promised, and devoured her pussy while polishing her clit, quickly bringing her to a delicious climax.

  Only after she’d finished shuddering did Dante pounce, flipping her onto her hands and knees while wrapping a hand around her neck and snarling into her ear, “You naughty, naughty bitch. I’m going to teach you a lesson.” He immediately thrust inside her—hard, gripping her hips as he filled her over and over, slamming balls deep without mercy. Exactly what she’d been needing. He smacked her ass as he relentlessly pounded her pussy.

  Best punishment ever.

  Then she felt the slippery coconut oil drip into her ass crack, and the excitement and anticipation for what she knew was coming sent her into another orgasm that was even more intense than the first one.

  She hadn’t finished catching her breath when h
e slid out of her pussy and slowly breached her star. It was an odd sensation—more so than the butt plug he had used on her—and her whole body tingled, then broke out into goosebumps as he began to pump her ass.

  “Your ass is as tight as your cunt. Fuuuuck, I can’t decide which I like more.”

  Her husband reached under her and slid two fingers inside, filling her completely full.

  “I’m going to fuck you with your dildo next time I fuck your ass.”

  “Oh my god, yesssss!”

  She felt him chuckle in her ear. “You dirty whore. I knew you’d like that idea.”

  He began to fingerfuck her faster as he thrust deeper into her butt, making her cry out while she quivered around his fingers with her third orgasm of the night. He sat up on his knees and, with his fingers digging into her hips, held her tight while driving into her until he began to grunt with his own orgasm.

  “Holy fuck,” he panted as he collapsed on top of her.

  Within seconds, he gathered her in his arms, kissing her hair, forehead, and cheeks with a worried look.

  “Did I hurt you, Bella? I’m so sorry. You just had me crazy with desire, I—”

  She put two fingers to his lips, silencing him.

  “You didn’t hurt me. It was amazing, and I loved every second. I came three times, for goodness sake. The baby is fine, I’m fine, and as a matter of fact, I’m going to insist you do that again before we leave.”

  The corner of his mouth lifted, and he slowly shook his head. “My perfect wife.”

  “Does that mean I get to be in charge again?” she asked hopefully.

  “We’ll see.”

  She knew what we’ll see meant. That was okay. She still had the handcuffs.

  Epilogue One—Slow Burn

  Bella

  They’d decided to move to San Diego, so she was in California trying to get everything prepared. She and Dante had been looking online and had narrowed their choices down to three homes. Two were in Rancho Santa Fe, and the third was in prestigious La Jolla Farms, where John lived.