It wasn’t too long before he gave into his urges again and began to fuck her harder and faster, abandoning his work against her clit in favor of gripping both of her hips for better thrust. Each time he slammed his hips against her ass, burying himself within her, he felt her pussy tighten and her body tense. He wanted her to cum, to feel her release all over his cock.
“Cum for me, Maia,” he murmured in a low tone. “I know you want to…”
Even as he spoke he never once let up on her. She offered him no words in response, but instead pushed herself back against him hard and with every thrust. By her gasping moans and more frequent cries of ecstasy, he knew she was close and so he bore down on her all the more. It was only a few more moments before she seemed to burst with pleasure.
She let loose a long, moaning cry and her entire body tensed in his grasp. His cock felt it as her pussy clamped down around him tight and vicious before her entire body seemed to relax all at once. With that release came a wash of warm, wet cum from her that bathed his cock and came dripping out onto his balls. He growled in pleasure, taking that as his cue to fuck her harder. The action brought him to the brink of his own orgasm and at the very last moment before he felt himself blow, he pulled quickly from her and let himself cum across that plump, pert ass of hers. The sight of his hot, white cum splattered across her dark ass sent another throb through his spent cock and he growled out a sigh of satisfaction.
Maia glanced back at him then, those honey-brown eyes slightly hooded and a sated little smile across her face. He loved the sight of her like that, with her dress bunched at her waist, ass in the air and covered with his cum. She cooed at him and sighed, letting her eyes close as she basked in the afterglow of their session. He licked his lips again, running a hand through his hair as he glanced around the room. With quiet motion, he tucked himself away and cleaned up the mess he had left splashed across her ass with the towel that he’d tossed aside earlier.
That done, he settled himself down on the couch beside her, wrapping his arms around her to pull her close with a happy little sigh. She nuzzled up against him, laying a hand against his still bare chest where she gently traced a fingertip against his skin.
“Where did that come from?” She asked, glancing up at him with a smirk. “Not that I’m complaining, of course. Because it was amazing.”
He laughed softly, mostly because he didn’t want to admit where that had actually come from. It probably wasn’t the smartest choice to tell the woman he loved, and had just fucked, that his suddenly dominant and forceful antics were the result of two other women throwing themselves at him and then fighting over him like a piece of meat. He decided to go with something else, though still the truth.
“Honestly, the way you looked laying here when I walked in…” He trailed off, letting her finish the thought on her own.
“Well then, I’ll have to lounge around in a white dress while lazily reading more often then, hm?” She quipped at him, sitting up just enough to plant a quick kiss against his cheek.
He just laughed, shaking his head as he pulled her in closer for a deep hug. Something about having her in his arms was so calming. He felt right when he was with her, though he wondered if he should broach the topic of the two of them leaving the estate soon. He no longer felt that staying around was a good idea, but even as the question lingered on his tongue, he knew it wasn’t the right time to bring it up. Maia seemed to have finally gotten comfortable here… and she deserved the chance to relax and be comfortable for a while. Not to mention, he didn’t want to ruin the moment. Ironically enough, the very same thoughts were wandering through Maia’s head as well. Should they stay, or should they go?
If only they knew how perfectly matched they truly were, as both of them made the silent choice in their own minds to leave the words unsaid and simply… enjoy one another for as long as they could. The time to talk of serious things would come soon enough. For now, they both wanted nothing more than to bask in this moment of serenity for as long as possible.
Chapter Seven
Serenity and a sense of calm were something fleeting and short lived at best in the DeLeon household. Maia and Ignacio were gifted the rest of that day and the evening to enjoy their moment of peace and contentment. Even the dinner, which had originally been planned as an official engagement dinner for Ignacio and Elena, went just fine, though after the interesting events earlier that afternoon, the dinner had become just a regular dinner.
Thankfully, invitations to friends and colleagues of the family had never been sent out and the dinner had been planned as a private, family sort of deal. Rafael was, if nothing else, a man who thought through every angle. Of course, he would have been a fool to believe that his brother and Elena would do as they were told and go through with the marriage. Then again, he wasn’t exactly privy to the finer details of what had happened to turn an engagement dinner into a standard supper.
The following morning, after a hearty breakfast and his standard workout, Rafael had taken to his office to conduct business as usual. While he handled e-mails and calls with his various associates, he contemplated what he was going to do about Ignacio and Elena. He had kept the girl here, albeit cared for well, for 5 years and her family had already begun to pester him about the wedding date.
He had been able to fend them off with lies of Elena and Ignacio wishing to take time to know one another before officially marrying… but that was only going to hold for so long. Five years was plenty of time, many would say, and the clock was running out. He loathed the thought of calling off the engagement and sending Elena back to her family. It would reflect horribly upon his family, not to mention himself, which Ignacio could not be reined in.
Already, he felt a headache creeping up on him when the intercom box on his desk buzzed and a voice cracked out of it—the security guard who monitored the property.
“Mr. DeLeon, Sir?” The guard began. “Pardon the interruption, but there is a man at the gate asking to speak with you. I don’t see any appointment visits scheduled, but I thought I should check with you anyway.”
“Does this fellow have a name?” Rafael asked. “I’m not expecting anyone.”
“Stroyer, Sir.” The guard answered. “He claims to be a businessman, new to the area, who was told you were the man to meet.”
Rafael’s brow furrowed as he stared at the intercom box on his desk. The name didn’t sound familiar in the slightest, and the premise of this man’s visit didn’t seem quite right either. He thought about it for a moment before responding.
“Who told him to meet me?” Rafael asked, figuring that if the name he was given was legitimate; he would see this stranger for a visit.
“Dr. Alberto Maldonado, Sir.” Came the guard’s answer. “As well as Mr. Luis Zayes.”
Rafael was impressed. The two men named were longtime friends and colleagues of his, whom he held in high regard. If this man had come at their behest, Rafael wasn’t going to turn him away.
“Let him in and call for Manuel to meet this Mr. Stroyer at the door,” Rafael said. “Have him brought to my office and see to it that he is given whatever beverage he requests.”
From the time he gave that command to the moment his office door was opened for Mr. Stroyer to enter through, Rafael had managed to seal a deal with a local railroad company regarding advertisements on some of their train cars. Innovative, but simple as far as Rafael was concerned. When Mr. Stroyer was shown into the office, Rafael stood and greeted him with a pleasant yet fairly blank face.
“Mr. Stroyer, I presume?” Rafael asked, offering his hand to the man in greeting.
“Special Agent James Stroyer with the FBI, actually,” the man said with a cocky smile, shaking Rafael’s hand. “A pleasure to meet you, Mr. DeLeon.”
Rafael said nothing at first, completely thrown off by the fact that this man was a United States Federal Agent. A million questions flooded through his mind as they shook hands for that brief mome
nt. Why was a US Fed in his home? Why had his friends sent this man to see him? Why had he lied about who he was at the gate? The list kept growing and growing and yet Rafael said not a word. Instead, he remained silent and waited for Agent Stroyer to make the first move. The man seemed happy to oblige.
“I apologize for the ruse at the gate, there, but I was fairly certain you never would have let me in had you known I was a Federal Agent,” Stroyer started, still flashing that cocky smile. “Was I right?”
“Have a seat, Agent Stroyer,” Rafael said, gesturing for him to take the chair on that side of the desk. As he did, Rafael settled into his own chair.
“Thank you,” Stroyer said, never once losing that smile. Something had him giddy and he was doing his best to hold it back. “I suppose you are wondering what I am doing all the way down here in Mex-i-co.”
Rafael narrowed his eyes a bit at the way Stroyer said Mexico, but he let it slide. Clearing his throat, he leaned back a bit in his chair and took up a position of power that he had learned from his father. Good posture, downward-angled chin and a mild look of disdain across his face.
“Considering you lied to gain entry into my home, I’d have to say I’m curious, yes,” Rafael answered.
“As I said, I felt it was the only way you would actually let me in. I apologize,” Stroyer said, though Rafael didn’t believe a word of his apology. “Allow me to start over.”
“I’ve already introduced myself as Special Agent James Stroyer of the FBI, though to be quite honest, I am not here on what they call ‘official’ business,” he explained, even making the air-quotes with his fingers as he said it. “The information I am about to share with you is of official capacity and the choices you make here today will be reflected in future FBI reports.”
Stroyer paused, giving Rafael a moment to absorb what he had just said. In that pause, Rafael scrutinized the man, attempting to read him but coming up short. Something about that cocky smile combined with those deadpan eyes threw Rafael off in a way that made him a little uncomfortable. When Rafael made no motion to speak or even shift in his position, Stroyer took that as cue to keep talking.
“That said.” The Agent cleared his throat. “I’m currently here of my own accord to personally inform you of what your beloved brothers have been up to.”
That did it. Rafael shifted a bit in his seat, his eyes narrowing as he stared the man down. He had information about Ignacio and Mateo? Rafael assumed it was going to be details of what they had been up to in the States, though the fact that this man was an FBI agent got his heart pounding. What had his brothers done? Rafael arched a brow slightly and then nodded, silently urging Stroyer to continue.
“It seems your brother, Ignacio, is it? It seems he can’t quite control his fire…” Stroyer paused again, that smile fading slightly as he watched Rafael’s face.
Rafael tensed, his hand gripping the armrests of his chair for a moment before he mentally shook off the shock of what Stroyer had just said to him. It was obvious Stroyer knew they were dragons, or at least that Ignacio was. Still, Rafael remained silent.
“Your brother caused some serious damage to a major area of the Mojave just northeast of Las Vegas.” Stroyer continued, shifting into a more casual position in his seat. “Disrupted quite a bit of government property by turning a significant portion of the desert into glass. Sheer, solid glass…”
“You mean to tell me you have tracked my brother across the border of your country because he turned some sand to glass?” Rafael asked, scoffing slightly to hide the fact that he was legitimately worried.
“Oh, I doubt we would have tracked him all this way for something as simple as that,” Stroyer said, casually lacing his fingers together in his lap. “But considering he and his little girlfriend also have the deaths of a dozen or more Government Agents and Soldiers on their hands…”
“What?!” Rafael barked. He hadn’t intended to, but this revelation of Stroyer’s forced it right out of him. “What are you talking about? My brother is no killer!”
“Oh, really?” Stroyer asked, a hint of a laugh behind his words. “I have extensive footage that would argue otherwise.”
Stroyer leaned forward, a glimmer of a grin on his lips as he knocked a fingertip against the table to emphasize his words. Rafael tensed, suppressing the urge to punch this man square in the face.
“Your brother and his girlfriend, this Maia Wilson woman, are wanted by quite a number of Government agencies. The FBI was lucky enough to draw the long straw to go after them.” Stroyer continued, his tone getting a tad more serious as the grin faded a bit. “In addition to blowtorching a huge chunk of the desert into glass, your brother and his girlfriend staged a violent escape from Government custody, killing dozens of agents in the process. To make matters worse, they crossed the border and turned this into an international affair.”
Stroyer drew a breath to continue and Rafael felt as though the air had been sucked right out of his chest. So, Ignacio and Maia were fugitives from the United States Government and this man was here to cart them away. Rafael should have probed Ignacio for more detail about the 5 years he’d been gone, rather than solely harp on the engagement to Elena.
“I would be well within my rights as a Federal Agent to take them into custody and haul them back across the border right now,” Stroyer added, sitting back in his seat once more. “Though, I would be getting ahead of myself and we would be forgetting about poor little Mateo.”
Again, Rafael felt his heart seize. Mateo. Mateo had been gone nearly as long as Ignacio… and just like Ignacio, not a soul had heard a single word about him since he had left. Unlike Ignacio, however, Mateo hadn’t popped back up unannounced and generally in one healthy piece. Clearing his throat, careful to moderate his tone, Rafael spoke up and asked a question he knew he didn’t want the answer to.
“What do you know of Mateo?” The words nearly halted in his throat, but he managed to get them out without giving too much of his emotion away.
“Oh, Mateo,” Stroyer said with a laugh, shaking his head as that smile returned. “Mateo was up to his own special brand of fun up in the city of sin. Not only was he pushing drugs in a handful of nightclubs all along the strip… but he was the one running them across the border too!”
Stroyer laughed again, smacking his own knee at the amusement he got out of it. Rafael scowled, both at Stroyer’s actions and the news that his baby brother had turned to running drugs. How cliché could Mateo have gotten? A rich brat from Mexico who goes to Las Vegas to run drugs? Part of Rafael hoped Mateo had at least been running the show… but considering the type of person Mateo was, he doubted it.
“I suppose it’s pretty easy to cart drugs across the border when you can just… fly them right over yourself,” Stroyer quipped, gesturing with his hand as if it was a plane taking off. The smirk on the man’s face annoyed the hell out of Rafael. “But I think you understand that better than I could, hm?”
Rafael sighed, though he never let his eyes leave Stroyer’s face. This entire meeting was a power play and Rafael wasn’t about to lose any ground. Not if he could help it. He took a moment to think, his eyes narrowing slightly as he watched the Agent across from him.
“Where is he now?” Rafael asked, his voice lowering in tone slightly. “You know so much already, I must assume you already know I have not spoken to my younger brother in nearly 5 years.”
“Very true!” Chimed Stroyer. “You’re more in the dark than anyone around here, I bet!”
“Mateo is safe and sound, don’t you worry,” Stroyer continued, his voice taking on a hint of personal disgust. Something about Mateo obviously upset him. “After a series of… mistakes… on his part, Mateo found himself locked up tight for his crimes. To be honest, we’ve had him most of the time he’s been gone from here…”
That information was quite a bombshell to Rafael. Mateo had been locked up in Federal prison, presumably by people who knew his nature, for n
early 5 years and this was the first time anyone had come knocking at the DeLeon doorstep? Something didn’t seem quite right with that, but perhaps Mateo had been a better brother, and a better dragon, than Rafael would have guessed and had kept his mouth shut about his family. One could hope that was it.
“He’s gotten to be quite a quiet fellow.” Stroyer seemed to muse, looking like he enjoyed the thought of Mateo’s torture. “Though, despite keeping to himself, we’ve learned quite a bit from him.”
“And what might that be?” Rafael asked, before realizing it. He needed to know what they knew. Containing the knowledge of their kind was paramount to remaining safe.
“All you need to know,” Stroyer said, leaning forward once more in his seat, his voice lowering. “Is that I plan to give each and every member of your family a cozy cell of their own right near Mateo. Prime real-estate.”
Rafael had difficulty restraining himself. Thoughts of killing this man and simply disposing of him out at sea flashed through his mind. It would be simple enough, really. But how many knew where this man was? He was a Federal Agent, after all. Killing him, and getting away with it would be no simple and flippant a task.
“I’ll leave it up to you, big daddy,” Stroyer said, standing up from his seat to slip his hands into his pockets. “Come with me, family in tow, without issue and I’ll make sure everyone gets special treatment once we get back home. Fight me on this… and it won’t be pretty. Think it over. I’ll be around.”
The Agent nodded to Rafael with a smile and then turned to head towards the door. When he got there, pulling a hand from his pocket to reach for the handle, he paused and glanced back over his shoulder to make one last comment.
“Oh, and by that, I mean I’ll be making myself at home,” he said. “No sense getting some shabby hotel when this estate is so amazing. I assume you have a cook? I’m famished.”
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