EL DIABLO II

by M. Robinson

  She stopped kissing me, peering profoundly into my eyes. “I want to make babies with you. Sons, daughters, a family…with you.”

  The steaming hot water rushed down our naked bodies as if it was cleaning off the mistakes, we’d never be able to change, to make better, or forget.

  Gripping the sides of her face, I nudged her until her back hit the tile so I could devour her mouth.

  Claim her lips.

  Own her.

  Worship her.

  Fucking love her.

  For a minute, I allowed her to take my breath away. In my eyes, she’d never looked so fucking beautiful.

  So goddamn breathtaking.

  So fucking mine.

  I gripped her wrists and held them above her head with one hand, while the other slid from her face down to her breasts, kneading them in my hand.

  She moaned. I wouldn’t let up, I just kept kissing her, caressing her, whispering how much I loved her. Using my lips to wipe away all her tears, tasting her sins, her confessions, her vows to me.

  Tenderly moving my way to her lips while her body continued to shudder from my intense, overpowering love. Overwhelming her emotions and overriding her insecurities the way only I knew how.

  By making love to her.

  Before another second slipped by, I kissed her for all the months she didn’t let me, for all the times I couldn’t, for all the moments I so desperately wanted to. Losing myself in her. Almost like I was trying to kiss away the last few days, I never wanted to happen to her. Craving to hold her tormented afflictions, inflicted solely by this life.

  I was strong enough to hold her demons with mine.

  “Do you have any idea how many nights I’ve dreamt of the things I want to do to you,” I expressed against her lips, causing her eyes to flutter open.

  Trapping her gaze with mine, she triggered a carnal reaction profoundly within my core. Her lips were swollen and red, her skin warm and flushed, her hair tousled and flowing loosely all around her gorgeous face. I released her wrists, pulling back a few strands of her hair away from her eyes, wanting nothing in the way of her surrendering stare.

  I held her face in between my hands, prepared to tell her what would always haunt my mind.

  “I will protect you and our children with everything I am. I’ll destroy the world if I have to. No one will take you from me again. I promise. You’re mine.”

  She nodded, instinctively gripping onto my wrists still cradling her face, providing me with the strength to keep going.

  “I can’t lose you. Please tell me you know that?”

  “I do. I swear it.”

  I blew out a long breath, one I felt like I’d been holding since our engagement. Feeling emotions I couldn’t begin to place.

  “Please make me yours. I want all of you, my husband.”

  I didn’t have to be told twice, gliding my tongue into her mouth. She stirred, surrendering to my passionate embrace, melting into my touch. We kissed for what seemed like hours, just entangled and exploring each other’s mouths.

  Wanting to taste life again.

  Chapter 47

  —Cruz—

  I could feel her chest rising and falling against my torso. Her hard nipples firmly pressed against my tarnished skin. I hadn’t even touched her yet, and she was already fucking melting, splitting at the seams.

  “Cruz,” she panted, strangled and frantic.

  I kissed her until her body undeniably yielded to me.

  Until she was anxious and trembling, soft and supple in my arms.

  Until every muscle pulsated with anticipation.

  With need.

  With want.

  With desire to own every last inch of her.

  That was my undoing. I dropped to my knees. Dying to taste heaven.

  Forcefully yet gently, I sucked her sensitive clit into my mouth until she was completely at my mercy. Responding to every sensation my tongue was inflicting. Inhaling her addicting scent of arousal mixed with the sweet smell of her pussy.

  “Beg me, baby. Beg me to make you come,” I growled, looking up at her.

  Through heated eyes, she pleaded, “Please…please make me come…”

  Causing her back to arch, I plunged my tongue into her opening.

  “Cruz…” she purred out my name, fisting my hair, using it as leverage to stay upright.

  I made love to her with my tongue.

  Licking.

  Sucking.

  Eating.

  I worked her clit side-to-side and up and down as she ground her hips in a back and forth motion against my lips and tongue. She was going to rip out my hair. Making my cock throb so fucking hard, I started to fuck my fist.

  She came down my throat and chest.

  I witnessed her unraveling from the inside out with juices dripping out of her core. Possessing every last fiber of her being, I made her come some more.

  I taunted, “Who are you, Sin?”

  “I’m your wife.”

  “Who do you belong to?”

  “You and only you.”

  “Whose pussy is this?”

  “It’s yours, it’s all yours.”

  “One day I’m going to fuck your ass, but tonight…I’m going to make love to you first.”

  I grinned with her clit in my mouth, groaning, “Come for me, baby.”

  Her body shook so fucking violently from the pressure and pleasure, screaming out, “Cruz!”

  I made her come one last time with my mouth, before I stood. Wrapping her legs around my waist, I turned off the shower, and carried her back to our bed. Laying her down, I hovered above her. Placing my muscular frame on top of hers.

  “Don’t you ever tell me you want to leave me to be with your mother. Do you understand me?” I ordered in a deep, dark, husky tone.

  “Yes.”

  “Good. Now beg for my cock.”

  “Please…” was all she could say.

  “Say it. I want to hear you say cock.”

  Through hooded eyes, she gave me what I craved.

  “I want your cock inside of me,” my wife replied with a wicked smirk.

  “Good girl.”

  Needing to bury myself inside her, I longed to feel her tight virgin pussy wrapped around me. She didn’t have to wait long, I positioned my dick at her opening and slowly thrust my way in. Deliberately, I took my time, not wanting to hurt her. I lost my goddamn mind in her fucking tight, wet cunt, reveling in how fucking perfect she felt.

  I kissed her all over her face.

  Her neck.

  Her breasts.

  Back to her lips again.

  Until I couldn’t take it anymore.

  I had to look at her.

  I had to watch her.

  I had to make sweet love to her.

  “Are you okay?” I whispered against her lips, seeing her distressed face was enough to answer my question.

  Sliding my hand in between our bodies, I began rubbing her clit. Trying to make it easier for her to take my cock.

  “Fuck me, Sin…you feel so fucking tight. I’m going to break you.”

  “Promise?”

  “How do you feel so fucking perfect? Just the thought of you bleeding on my dick right now is driving me to the brink of insanity. Your heart. Your soul. Your innocence. It’s all mine. You’re all mine.”

  “I’m yours,” she panted.

  Inch-by-inch, I drove my way in. Until finally, I broke through her barrier.

  It was slick.

  Warm.

  Wet.

  And because I was a sick fucking bastard, I brought my bloody fingers up to my lips and slipped them in my mouth.

  Her eyes widened, shocked with what I just did.

  “You bit my tongue at our wedding, baby. My blood is inside of you. Now yours is in me where it’s meant to be. I love you. I fucking love you,” I growled, enjoying the feel of being balls deep inside of her.

  “You’re truly disturbing, but I love you too.”


  Sensing an immense amount of pressure on the head of my cock, I started thrusting in and out of her. Feeling her clamp on tighter and tighter with each push and pull.

  Every moan that escaped her lips.

  Every thrust of my dick on her g-spot.

  Every clench of her pussy.

  Stirred down to my balls.

  Never once did I stop rubbing her clit. Little-by-little, I could see her begin unraveling.

  I rested my forehead on hers and stared into her glossy, hazed eyes. Our hearts pounding, our skin still wet from the shower, and our lungs completely out of breath. Vanished in our abandonment.

  In our own world.

  In our own everything.

  “Yes…” she hummed, breathless.

  Slowly rocking her hips, getting used to the feeling of my shaft deep inside of her. Causing her head to roll back with another moan. All I could hear was her desire. Encouraging me to go faster, harder.

  “Yeah, baby. Take my cock. Just like that…Fuck me harder…just like that,” I rumbled from deep within my chest.

  I could feel her pussy tighten, gripping my cock like a fucking vise. Grasping onto the back of her neck, I wanted to bring her closer to my face. Our lips found each other, no longer having any control over our actions.

  “I love you, Cruz. I love you so much.”

  I snapped, roughly gripping onto her hips. Fueling the need to fuck her till she couldn’t think of anything else but my cock tomorrow.

  Sore.

  Exhausted.

  Ready for more.

  Both our mouths parted, breathless, riding the high, waiting. Together. I plunged my tongue into her mouth when I felt her pussy throb against my cock, pulsating long and fucking hard.

  Her quivering was my undoing.

  She was my undoing.

  She came hard and I followed her over the edge. Releasing my seed as far back in her cunt as I could. Both of us trying to catch our breath. Kissing her again, I couldn’t get enough.

  For once, the Devil inside of me was satiated.

  From my angel in my arms.

  Chapter 48

  —Sienna—

  One month later

  For the last month, I rode Massimo all over our property. Cruz didn’t mess around after all that had gone down around us, he hired an abundance of new guards for the grounds. It didn’t matter how many new men he brought on though, I felt safe with him regardless. He’d become my happy place.

  My husband.

  It felt real.

  Sincere.

  Consuming.

  I thought about him when I was alone and even when I was laying in his arms.

  A lot had changed in the last month. His father made a full recovery. However, the beating definitely took a strong toll on his body. Slowly, but surely, he was pulling through in the end. With the love of his family, he had the will and determination to push himself for the best health he could achieve. The love between him and Lexi was something I found myself looking forward to witnessing with each passing day. It was so natural, heartwarming. Everything I always wanted for my parent’s relationship.

  It was inspiring.

  Adriana and I had gotten close. She’d open up to me in more ways than I ever thought she would. Her journey wasn’t mine to share, so I didn’t say a word to her brother or parents. She confided in me, and I wouldn’t break her trust for anyone. Which was what sisters do for one another.

  My father’s and Cruz’s men still hadn’t found Vitale, it was like he was just an illusion. It wasn’t from lack of trying. As the days continued to progress with no sign of him, it weighed heavy on Cruz’s shoulders. I believe he felt like he was letting everyone down, coming up empty each time. I knew Vitale would turn up when we least expected it. Knowing it was only a matter of time before he’d show his face again.

  Especially, for Ari.

  She was coming around, acting a little more like herself from what Cruz and Lexi would say. She wasn’t so withdrawn, showing up to our family gatherings we started hosting every Sunday at our home. After what Michael put everyone through, it began to feel as if it may have been a blessing in disguise. It brought our families closer, we all appreciated what it meant to have loved ones around us.

  Papá was spending a lot of time at our house as well. He was adamant he wanted grandkids, and him and Uncle Gino would often tease Cruz that his balls must be broken because I still wasn’t expecting. ‘What kind of man was he that he couldn’t get me pregnant?’ they’d say. Aurora joined in on the torment. With the number of hours my husband spent inside of me, making up for lost time as he claimed, I was shocked I wasn’t as well.

  Lexi was confident it would happen when the time was right. In the meantime, she started buying neutral baby things.

  Clothes.

  Toys.

  The list when on and on with no end in sight.

  My biological clock was ticking in everyone else’s body. I couldn’t imagine what it would be like once I was pregnant. Our baby was going to be loved and spoiled boundlessly, and I for one was excited for the future.

  Grabbing onto the reigns, I hovered forward as Massimo jumped another fence. We flew through the air effortlessly, clearing the pole every time. It quickly became my favorite part about riding. The free feeling for a couple of seconds, where nothing else mattered but being one with my boy. We galloped around the corner to find Cruz intently watching us. Leaning against the rails, wearing his signature suit. Looking as handsome as the devil.

  I never got tired of drinking him in. He took my breath away.

  His kindness.

  His heart.

  His love.

  They were all qualities I admired. Of course, we still argued. He was controlling, arrogant, and stubborn as fuck. It was annoying to say the least. The more I resisted his so-called charm, the harder he tried to prove his point.

  He was right.

  Always.

  No matter what.

  “Whoa,” I ordered, stopping Massimo in front of him. Undressing Cruz with my eyes.

  “You want me?” he taunted, grabbing his balls. “Then come and get me, baby.”

  “Ugh!” I rolled my eyes. “I’m with Massimo. He’s the only man I need in my life.”

  “Is that right?”

  “Yep.” I shrugged, being a brat. I swear it turned him on.

  He pushed off the rail, walking over to us with that Crucifixio Martinez swagger only he could pull off. My thighs clenched, anticipating his next move. Swiftly, he took my foot out of the stirrup and stuck his foot in. Jolting himself onto Massimo, he positioned himself behind me.

  “What are you doing?” I asked, caught off guard.

  Grabbing the reigns out of my hands, he made the same short sound with his mouth while squeezing his legs around Massimo’s stomach. Making him go.

  “How did you know how to do that?”

  “I’ve spent hours watching you ride another man. You’re lucky I let you keep him.”

  I giggled, I couldn’t help it. Finding it funny he was so jealous of my horse. I was about to reply, but his nose began rubbing up the back of my neck. Sparking a heady desire within my core.

  “What are you doing?” I repeated, laying my back against his chest. Relaxing into his firm, muscular form, I enjoyed the sensations of his affection as they stirred against my flesh.

  Gradually, he laid kisses down my neck while his hand cupped my breast.

  “Cruz… the guards…”

  “Don’t worry about them. Focus on me. You’re so warm, so soft. Your smell is fucking addicting. I can’t get enough of you, neither in small doses or in big ones. Tell me you know that?”

  “I do,” I purred, loving his hands on me.

  “I want a son. When are you going to give me one?”

  “Ummm… when your balls decide to work, I guess.”

  He slapped my pussy, hard. At the same time, the sensation kind of felt nice.

  “Ow!”

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��I’ll make it better.”

  He hushed me with his deep breaths and sighs all over while his hand slid to the front of my stomach, unbuckling my riding pants.

  “Cruz—” I shut my mouth real quick when he slipped his fingers into my panties.

  He knew my body better than I did. I learned so much about myself with him. What I liked, what I loved, what I couldn’t ever get enough of.

  Him.

  “You going to be a good girl for me?’

  “But I’m so good at being a brat,” I panted when I felt his fingers start to rub my clit.

  “Only good girls get to come.”

  I sucked in my bottom lip and he groaned, making my core melt with anticipation.

  My eyes closed, and my head fell back onto his shoulder, living in this moment where it was only us and nothing else mattered.

  He kissed and licked the crook of my neck—the spot that drove me crazy and made me quiver all over. His fingers worked me like a fiddle, gentle at first, then more demanding.

  Urgent.

  Insistent.

  My body felt warm all over, the heat spreading like wild fire, from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. He was everywhere, embedding himself deeper into my heart and soul.

  “Do you have any idea what you do to me? Do you know that you own me? That I’m yours?”

  I moaned in response.

  Out of nowhere, he removed his hand and I whimpered at the loss. Seconds later, I felt him glide those same fingers over my lips. Beckoning me to open. I did as he glided them in and out in slow, delicious torture, making me taste myself. Enticing my nerve endings, driving me wild with need.

  I squeezed my thighs together to relieve the ache and he made a disapproving sound from deep within his throat. Massimo understood my unintentional command, he began walking faster.

  “Should I take mercy on you and give you what you want? Or should I make you beg for it?” he tormented in a tone I was very familiar with.

  “I’ll do whatever you want as long as you put your hand back where I want it.”