by K. Webster
“Okay,” I breathe out in agreement. He could ask for anything right now and I’d say yes as long as he gives me the kiss I ache for.
His fingers slide to the back of my skull and he grips my hair almost to the point of pain. He clutches my throat with his other hand. “I’m greedy, manzanita. When I want something, I find a way to have it. I will have it. And as you know, I take care of my things once I get them.” He doesn’t choke me, simply holds me in an almost reverent way. “If you’re not ready for me to suck you into my world, you need to back out right the fuck now.”
I part my lips and meet his blazing gaze. “You’d let me climb out of this car and walk away if I said I didn’t want to be sucked in?”
His lips quirk up on one side. “Fuck no. You’re already here. You belong to El Malo now, so deal with it.” And with those words, he presses his soft lips to mine. I let out an appreciative moan that gives him access to my mouth with his insistent tongue. He swipes it across mine and I’m already drunk off him. One simple taste and I need more. So much more. I kiss him back hungrily, my palms seeking out his muscled shoulders. I want to touch him like he touches me. Everywhere. Possessively. All at once. Our tongues duel for the lead, but he wins because he involves his teeth. Reminds me he’s the powerful one here. I cry out when he nips at my tongue. His palm slides down my throat and along my chest until he has my breast in his hand. Each place he touches burns as though his hands are on fire. I want him to burn me.
I’m dizzy and drunk for him.
I try to climb into his lap, but we’re interrupted by a rap on the glass.
“For fuck’s sake, Marco,” he roars.
I shrink away back to my seat. My door opens and Arturo stands ready with an umbrella. Marco Antonio and Javier are in a yelling match that sounds like it might end with a fist to the face, but Javier storms away from him in the pouring rain. His Desert Eagle gets pulled from his back and my heart rate quickens. But he doesn’t fire it. Instead, he jerks his shirt untucked and hides it in the back of his pants again. He yanks the umbrella from Arturo’s grip and holds it over me as we walk inside. The sweet romancer from moments ago has morphed into this raging demon.
It’s just the wakeup call I needed.
Javier
Marco Antonio is going to get his ass kicked before the night is over. We may be friends and he may feel like a brother to me, but he needs to learn to not fuck with me when I’m with Rosa. It’s like he’s trying to sabotage our moments on purpose. I know he doesn’t like her and has his suspicions, but it’s not his place. When it comes to her, I know what I’m doing, goddammit.
She’s nervous, no longer the woman who was practically melting in my car. Now, she’s alert and rigid. We may be walking into Aldo Mendez’s stomping ground, but these people are afraid of me. And if his men try anything, my guys will slaughter them all before they even have a chance to come at me.
The music is loud and the club is full. It’s close to the hotels, so there are some American tourists here. Annoying as fuck but nothing I can do about it. If they knew what was good for them, they’d take their asses back to their resort where they belong. They’re on El Malo and Osos’s battlefield and they don’t even realize it.
I escort Rosa over to the bar and motion to the expensive bottle of Don Julio on the top shelf. The bartender, wise to who I am, reaches up and pours two shots without so much as a question if I can afford it. I hand one to Rosa, and together, we knock them back. Whatever has her tense as fuck begins to loosen its hold by the third shot. She starts dancing in place and I watch her in amusement. Something catches my eye and Arturo is behind her.
“He’s here,” he mouths.
I nod as I take another shot. Once Rosa has had hers, I grab her wrist and tug her onto the busy dance floor. We push past some sweaty bodies until we find a place to dance. I twist her in my arms and pull her back flush against my chest. Her hips start moving to the rhythm, her round ass rubbing against my cock that’s been hard for her since this morning when I was fucking her with my tongue. I move with her, learning her pattern quickly, and let my palms roam up her ribs. She collects her hair in her hands and lifts it off her sweaty neck and flashes me a hungry look. I run my palms down past the material of her dress to her thighs and inch it up. Her head tilts back and slides to the side, inviting me in.
“Oh, mami, you look good enough to eat,” I say loudly near her ear so she’ll hear over the music. Then, I run my tongue up the side of her sweaty neck. Her salty taste makes me want to lick it all from her. She drops her hair and one hand comes up behind her to cup the back of my neck. I bite on her flesh and suck it hard, my intent to mark her for everyone to see. Every asshole who’s been eyefucking her since we walked in can see she is with me. She is El Malo now. Marco Antonio can have his reservations, but I don’t give a fuck. I want her and nothing will stop me from having her.
She twists around and wraps her arms around my neck, her body never stopping its sensual dancing. I grab her hips and pull her against me, my dick hard between us. The lust swimming in her eyes is something I could get high from. Leaning forward, I nip at her bottom lip and grab the back of her thigh, lifting her leg to my waist. I maneuver myself so my hard cock through my clothes rubs against where she’s no doubt dripping for me. Her eyes flutter and her head tilts back.
Goddammit, she’s gorgeous.
I grind against her and bite her chin and jaw and throat. With our clothes fully on, I dry-fuck her right in front of everyone. I own her cunt and stake a motherfucking claim. Her tits jiggle as I thrust against her. She tenses for a second before an orgasm shudders through her. Several grungy guys nearby are watching with salacious grins on their faces. I glower at them to look the fuck away. They must see my hate and fury for anything other than the woman who's in my arms because they back away and look elsewhere.
As soon as she calms, I ease her leg back down and kiss her nose.
“Water,” she croaks.
I laugh at her but then shoot each male in the vicinity a warning glare before pretending to pop each one of them in the skull. If that isn’t a warning that I’m packing and I’ll put them down like dogs, I don’t know what is. An American woman with red curly hair walks up to Rosa and starts dancing. I figure she’s safe enough and Alejandro is only a few feet away. Stalking over to the bar, I see Marco Antonio in a discussion with Arturo. Once I have her glass of water in hand, I walk over to them.
“Mendez is pissed, jefe,” Marco Antonio barks out. “Saw him and a couple of his guys watching you with your girl on the dance floor.”
My girl. About time he starts to get that through his thick skull. Earlier, in the parking lot, I was about to deck him for warning me about her for the fiftieth goddamned time. I know what the fuck I’m doing and it doesn’t concern him.
“Let him be pissed,” I snarl. “I’m pissed he thinks he can undo everything I’ve done. He answers to El Malo. Guerrero answers to El Malo.”
With that, I storm back over to my girl. But when I’m about six feet away, I stop dead in my tracks. Motherfucking Aldo Mendez with his shaved tattooed head is dancing with my girl in his arms. Unlike five minutes prior where she enjoyed the hell out of our dancing, she’s stiff and nervous. She doesn’t want that asshole touching her.
I don’t want that piece of shit touching her.
“Rosa,” I bellow, my voice carrying over the music.
She starts to pull away and his tattooed-covered hand gropes her tit. Red. I see motherfucking red. He glares at me over her head, his spider web tattoos all over his face making him look like some kind of fucking demon. I smash the water glass by slamming it to the floor.
“Let go,” she cries out and elbows him hard in the stomach, knocking the breath out of him. Then, she lifts her leg and kicks behind her, aiming for his balls. Her foot hits its intended target because he stumbles backward. She starts for me when I see him reach into the waistband of his jeans. I pull out my switchblade and pop it out
as I charge past her. I’m on him in no time, my hand gripping his arm and forcing it up toward the ceiling. He fires off one, two, three shots and people start screaming and running.
“You do not fucking touch what’s mine!” I roar as I ram the knife into his right side and then drag it all the way across his abdomen to the other side. His eyes are wild as he stares into the orbs of the devil himself. I hope he spends the rest of eternity wherever he ends up with my hateful face on loop in his mind.
You don’t fucking touch Javier Estrada’s property.
He chokes and his gun falls to the ground.
With my left hand, I shove my hand into his now gaping stomach and grab onto whatever I can get my hands on. Hot, meaty organs are in my grip. As I pull at them, I hike my foot up and kick his hip, sending him jerking backward. His entrails are yanked straight from his body and he falls to the floor as useless as the day he was born. Except now, he’s not kicking or screaming, he’s fucking still.
Pop! Pop! Pop!
I twist around, the dead fuck’s innards still in my fist, and lock eyes with the wide ones of Rosa. My men have their guns raised and several bodies litter the floor. People have scattered and the music no longer plays.
“He fucked with El Malo!” I yell to anyone who will listen. I slam the guts to the floor with a messy splatter and stalk back over to his corpse. I carve an E and an M in his forehead and do the same with the men my guys took down. By the time I’m finished, I’m covered in sticky blood. I fold my knife up and shove it in my pocket.
Rosa doesn’t cower when I stride over to her and snag her delicate wrist with my bloodstained hand. I clutch her neck and draw her to me so my hot breath that’s rushing out in heavy pants comingles with her.
“No one touches you but me,” I growl.
My lips smash to hers and I kiss her hard. I claim her in front of those who are left. Nobody calls the police because they won’t come anyway. Acapulco, Guerrero, is under my reign now. She whimpers and I realize my grip has tightened on her throat. I slide my hand to the tit Aldo Mendez just had a hold of and I smear his blood all over her white dress. She kisses me harder and more desperately. I grab her ass with both hands and pick her up. With her in my grip and her legs wrapped around my waist, I carry her through the emptying club and out into the pouring rain.
“I’m going to fuck you,” I tell her as I walk along the side of the building.
The moment I reach the corner, I walk us between the two buildings. Rain pelts us and she shivers in my arms.
“I’m going to warm you up, mami,” I tell her. “Now take my cock out.”
As she unzips my zipper and reaches into my boxers, I groan at having her small hand wrapped around my thickness. I lean her against the wall and jerk her dress up to her hips. The rain is unrelenting, soaking us to the bone, but neither of us seems to care. Her fingers grip at her thong and she pulls it aside. I hiss as she guides me where she wants me.
“Eres mía,” I growl against her cold lips as I push into her tight heat. “Do you hear me, manzanita? You’re mine.”
She nods and clutches onto my shoulders. “Sí, Javi!”
I thrust my hips hard against her. Her screams are ones of pleasure and I want to taste them. My lips find hers and I own her with a kiss as I fuck her against the brick wall. I’ve never had the desire to completely own someone before. I want to mark her up and force everyone to see who she belongs to.
I’m fucked in the head because of this woman.
I suck on her tongue and then start kissing along her cheek to her ear, whispering praises so soft I wonder if she even hears. But based on the way her cunt clenches with each adoring word, I know she does. Rosa Delgado needs to be worshipped by a king. She may be a sexy maid and I a glorified gangster, but together we make the world tremble beneath our feet as though we’re gods put on the earth to rule the lesser thans. Because, after all, they’re all lesser than compared to the likes of my sweet Rosa.
She cries out, her nails digging into my shoulders. I bury my face into her rain-soaked hair as I drive into her. Her big as fuck earring is in the way, so I kiss around it and whisper more dirty things into her ear. Her pussy clenches and she shudders, an orgasm taking over. I close my eyes and press my lips to her cheek near her ear as I fuck her furiously. With a savage growl, I come. Her name is trickled from my lips as I spill my seed into her needy cunt.
“Pull out,” she whines. “Javi, pull out.”
I bite her throat and drain the rest of my climax into her. “I can’t pull out when you say my name like that, mami. I’m too high on you.” I lick the rain from her neck and then pull away to look at her.
Her eyes are wide and filled with shame. Fuck that. I kiss her hard on the mouth until she relaxes in my arms. Eventually, I pull away and lean my forehead against hers.
“Rosa, you’re mine. In case you didn’t hear the first time…”
She furls her eyebrows together. “I heard you.”
Heard me, but she doesn’t believe me.
I’ll get through to her one way or another.
Even if I have to brand my goddamned name on her.
She. Will. Eventually. Understand.
By the time we make it home, we’re waterlogged. She starts for her room, but I don’t let her go. We look fucking awful. She’s missing one of her fake eyelashes and her mascara is smeared down her face. I’m covered in blood and my bloody handprints are all over her dress. I scoop her light frame into my arms and stalk through the house to my bedroom.
“You’re making such a mess,” she complains.
“Maybe the hot maid will clean it up tomorrow,” I tease.
She cracks a smile and I love it. Her smiles, which I learn are fairly rare, are like smoking weed. They just fill you up and make you horny as fuck. I’m high just looking at her. Once in my massive bathroom, I set her to her feet and step into my marbled shower and turn it on. With two shower heads up top and two that spray from the wall, it’s the best damn shower in the world. I turn to see her hugging her middle. Too late to be apprehensive now. I’ve jumped in with both feet just like when I cliff dive at La Quebrada. It’s a risky jump and you plunge deep, but it’s so worth the adrenaline rush.
I stalk my woman. When I reach her, she won’t meet my gaze. I grip her chin with my thumb and finger, tilting her head up. “Too late to back out now.”
“I’m not backing out,” she murmurs. Her lip trembles. “I’m just scared.”
“Of me, manzanita?”
Tears well in her eyes. “Of everything.”
I press a kiss to her plump lips. “I’ll protect you from all of it.”
“Who will protect me from you?” A single tear rolls out.
My hands slide to her shoulders and I peel her dress down, baring her breasts to me. “No one will protect you. I’m going to take you and use you and own you. Mine, mami.”
“You barely know me,” she murmurs.
I drag her dress down over her hips and let it fall to the floor. Her panties get pushed down next. She steps out of her shoes, pulls off her other false eyelash, and then tugs off the big hoop earrings from her ears as I fly through the buttons on my shirt. I toss it to the floor and put my Desert Eagle on the granite countertop. Reaching behind me, I grip my undershirt behind my neck and peel it off me. Her eyes slide to my chest and she stares at my ink as I unbuckle my belt. I lose the rest of my clothes and hold my hand that’s stained with blood out to her. She hesitates for a moment before sliding her hand into mine. I lead her into the shower under the hot spray.
I clean off that motherfucker’s blood while she watches with the saddest eyes I’ve ever seen. Once I’m clean, I wash her. Slowly and gently. Being with someone like me isn’t easy. You’ll be forced to give up everything. When I want something, I want all of it. I don’t want to share it with anyone. Father spoiled me, what can I say?
I squirt some shampoo into my palm and start washing her long locks. Her lids flutter closed and
she parts her lips. My cock is hard between our slick-from-soap bodies and her firm tits rub against my chest. I’ll be inside of her soon enough. Until then, I’ll enjoy taking care of her. And as much as I like showering her with attention, she fucking eats it up. Tentatively, she wraps her arms around my back and leans her cheek against me.
“You barely know me,” she repeats, “yet here you are making vows with someone you don’t even know.”
I smirk and fist her hair before twisting it. Pulling down, I force her to look up at me. “I know everything I need to know.” I lean my forehead against hers. “The rest we’ll fill in along the way.”
She doesn’t seem convinced, but she does relax. After a long shower, I hand her a towel. I’m not done with her tonight. She needs to chill the fuck out and I know just the way. Hand in hand, I guide her over to my French doors. My deck faces the ocean but is covered from the elements. I walk over to the hot tub and flip the top open. It’s hot, but I want it hotter. I turn the dial and push the button to turn on the jets.
“Get in,” I tell her. “I’ll be right back.”
She nods and drops her towel. I watch her ass jiggle as she climbs the steps. Her butt is big in comparison to the rest of her body and I love the way it moves. I fucking love there’s a lot to grab on to. My cock twitches beneath my towel. Ignoring it for now, I walk inside and locate a Xanax for her and a bottle of Casa Dragones Blue Agave tequila for me.
“Here,” I say as I saunter over to the hot tub.
She frowns but opens her mouth like a good girl. I push the pill onto her tongue.
“Drink it down with this.” I unscrew the cap and hand her the bottle.
After she swallows it down, I lose the towel and join her. I take a pull from the tequila and then set it on the edge. Since the night is cool, the hot tub is extra steamy.
“Come here,” I order, pulling her into my lap.
Once she realizes I’m only wanting to hold her, she settles against me. Her body relaxes in my arms.