by K. Webster
My eyes clash with Javier’s. His hair is messy and it makes him appear younger than his thirties. He reaches behind him to grab hold of his T-shirt and he pulls it off his body. When he tosses it at me, I let out a surprised laugh.
“Hey,” I grumble.
“I had to do something to distract you,” he teases. “Your eyes were going to roll right out of your head.”
But he was wrong…
Now my eyes are going to pop out. His chiseled chest is on full display, making my mouth water. Tattoos litter his flesh, but the most eye-catching one is El Malo scrawled across his lower abdomen right between the hard edges of his “V” written in a script font. The “o” on the word doesn’t end but curls a black line that whips around and dips below the waistband of his pants. I’m still gaping at his perfect body when something flashes, catching my attention.
His gun.
He’s pulled it from his back and it hangs at his side in his grip. For a second, I worry he knows and he’s going to shoot me. Yet, he doesn’t. He simply sets it on the end table. Another song comes on and his hips start moving. I become mesmerized in the way he dances.
It’s hypnotic.
Relaxing.
Safe.
I close my eyes and let the tension bleed from me as I listen to the song. He starts singing along and I’ll be damned if I don’t find myself singing along too.
Javier
I know the moment she wakes because her soft, languid body becomes rigid at my side. Rain pelts the windows outside this morning and the storm keeps my bedroom dark. I’m not keen on getting out of this bed.
Not when I have this sexy and very naked woman wrapped around me.
Her palm is on my chest, her full tits pressed to my side, and she slowly fists her hand. I guess tequila is making her regret last night. Does she even remember last night?
“Buenos dias, hermosa,” I greet, my voice raspy from sleep.
She peels herself off me and sits up. Her dark hair is messy and out of control. Cute, swollen lips part as she takes in our nakedness. “Oh, God.”
I smirk at her and run my knuckle over her nipple. “Yes, ye faithful servant?”
Her lips twitch for a moment like she might smile, but then she’s pulling away from me, dragging the sheet with her. My cock gets exposed to her and I lazily grab hold of my morning wood.
“Señor Estrada,” she hisses, her wide eyes watching my movements. “Did we…”
“Fuck?”
She winces and nods.
“Not yet, mami. Not yet.”
“I, uh, I need to get to work,” she starts, her gaze never leaving my moving hand.
“Today’s your day off.”
“Yesterday was my—”
“Today’s your day off,” I growl.
She starts to slide off the bed, but before she can get all the way away from me, I grab the sheet and yank it to me. A squeal escapes her as she goes with the sheet, desperate to hide every sweet curve from me as though I didn’t spend hours staring at her while she slept last night.
“If we didn’t have sex, why am I naked?” she asks, jerking at the sheet.
“You stripped off all your clothes when ‘Despacito’ came on.” Fuck, was that shit hot. “And then you passed the hell out.” That made my erection practically weep.
“And you, uh, didn’t force me?” Her brows furl together as she regards me warily.
“No, I didn’t force you,” I snap as I abandon my cock to fist the sheet. I yank it off of her and toss it away. Then, I pounce on her.
She screams and takes a swing at me, but I easily overpower her as my body slides on top of hers. I grab her wrists and pin her to the bed. Her tits jiggle as she breathes heavily, fear of me rippling from her in waves. My cock is hard pressed against her thigh.
“Javier,” she whimpers.
Fuck, I love my name on her lips.
I’d love to put my cock there too.
“Sí.”
“I…” Tears well in her eyes. Shame. Fear. Confusion. Now that I’ve homed in on her, I see everything about her. “I don’t want this.” She closes her eyes and a tear leaks out, running down her temple.
I bind her wrists with one hand. Her body stiffens and her bottom lip trembles. With my free hand, I stroke my fingers through her unruly chocolate locks, working out the tangles. When she realizes I’m not about to force myself on her, her brows scrunch and she flutters her eyes open.
“You have a lot of pain in your heart,” I murmur, my thumb running along her jaw.
Her nose turns pink and her nostrils flare. “What heart?”
Our eyes meet, hers blazing as though she dares me to challenge her. I slide my palm down her throat and rest it between her perfect bouncy tits.
“This one.” The beat of her heart pounds against my hand. Hard. Fast. Very much alive and present.
She turns away to stare out the window. The storm is unrelenting. Wind howls outside, rattling the entire house.
“It’s in the past,” she whispers. Her pain, so palpable I can almost taste it, reminds me of my past.
And when I suffered pain all those years ago, I needed a distraction.
Rosa needs a distraction.
Leaning forward, I suck her nipple into my mouth. She gasps and her back arches up off the bed, feeding me more of her sweet tit. I groan against her flesh before biting the hardened peak and pulling it. My eyes flit up to hers. She’s staring at me, her lips parted, with the hottest fucking expression on her face. I release her nipple from my teeth and circle the tender skin with the tip of my tongue. Her breathing is heavy and her stare is intense. With one simple look, she dares me. She urges me on as though I don’t have plans to devour her entire body.
Sweet Rosa, I plan on tasting every inch of you.
I release her hands and start kissing down her stomach. She lets out a mewled sound, her breathing becoming more intense.
“I’m going to release you because I need two hands for what I’m about to do to you,” I growl and nip at her soft flesh near her belly button.
“I don’t…” she trails off when I let go of her hands to continue kissing down her stomach.
“Spread your legs and let me see how wet you are,” I demand, darting my eyes to her as I tease her skin just above her pubic bone. Her cunt is smooth shaven and I approve of how perfect it is.
“You haven’t even kissed me yet,” she says in a breathless tone.
I blow a soft breath on her pussy. “Let me rectify that, mami.” I press my lips to her clit. Her body jolts, spurring me on. I grip her knees and pry her apart for me. Her lips open up to me as if they’re inviting me in. My tongue flits out and I lick her from her opening to her clit where I circle it in a teasing way with my tip.
“There,” I breathe against her soaked cunt. “Our first kiss.”
Her fingers seek out my hair and she clenches it in her fists. “Kiss me some more.” The needy way in which she begs has my cock dripping with pre-cum. I want inside her so bad it physically hurts. But I’m very much enjoying taking my time with her too.
Rosa Delgado is in my mind.
Settling herself in there and getting fucking comfortable.
It’s a place I don’t let anyone in, and I’m not sure if I even like it.
But what I do like is the way her body comes alive at my touch. How my serious, always so composed maid loses her fucking mind with my tongue between her legs.
“Javi,” she says sharply, her fingers tugging at my hair.
I growl against her pussy and flatten my tongue against her. Licking and licking like one would a big lollipop, I taste the sweetness that gushes from her body. My fingers dig into her thighs and I push them up. I like the way her hole peeks open as if showing me a secret entrance only meant for me. Pushing my tongue into her tight hole, I revel in the way she screams—fucking screams—at the intrusion. I could eat this pussy for days, enjoying all her reactions. Certainly does a fuck-ton for my ego kno
wing she’s absolutely hypnotized by me.
I fuck her hole with my tongue as my thumb slides to her clit. She’s soaked and dripping. The slurping sounds are erotic and I fucking love them. Her arousal and my saliva run down the crack of her ass. It makes me want to be there too. As I rub her clit and fuck her cunt, I slip my other hand to her asshole. She cries out when I push against the puckered entrance. It’s slick and lubricated, just begging to be taken there as well. I inch my finger in slowly.
“Oh!”
I grin and increase my attention on as many places as I can touch, taste, and feel. The moans coming from her are the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. And just when I think she can’t take any more, she shatters.
Completely comes undone.
Her ass clenches around my finger at the same time her cunt spasms around my tongue. I don’t stop the circling of my thumb on her clit as she comes. She jolts and shudders. When I think she may be coming down from her high, I work her harder and faster. A shriek of surprise belts from her.
“Too much!” she cries out. “Javi!”
I groan against her. I love the way the shortened version of my name sounds as she moans it. So addictive, this woman. She comes again, harsher and wilder. The pull on my hair has me growling in warning because it fucking hurts. But this sweet, exploding woman doesn’t care she’s about to scalp a cartel king.
All she cares about is coming.
When she falls limp, I ease my finger and tongue out of her. I crawl up her body, my dripping cock desperate for some pleasure too. My erection rubs against her. Her eyes are heavy-lidded and her lips are parted. With her messy hair on my white pillowcases, she just looks so fucking beautiful. I rub my cock against the wetness of her hole and then slide it between her lips to tease her throbbing clit. She moans again, her legs spreading for me. Inviting me in bare.
“Rosa, your body was made for me,” I mutter.
Her body arches up off the bed, begging for more. I’m about to plunge deep inside of her when my bedroom door slings open, then slams shut. I launch myself to my bedside table, snatch my .50 caliber Desert Eagle, and swing it toward the door.
“We need to go. Now, jefe,” Marco Antonio grunts, his eyes sliding behind me, ignoring my gun pointed right at his chest. He clenches his jaw in irritation and it pisses me off. Who I fuck—or almost fuck in this case—is my business.
“Oh, God,” Rosa murmurs, yanking the sheet around her. I get a flash of her bare ass as she runs from the room, pushing past my cockblocking friend.
“I’m taking you out tonight, mami,” I call after her as I set my gun back down. “Be ready because I’ll be coming for you.”
When she’s gone, I let out a groan and saunter over to my dresser to pull out some boxers. Once my erection is no longer flopping around, I turn and glare at him. “What the fuck is so important that you interrupt my Sunday morning with a beautiful woman?”
“She’s bad news,” he warns.
I stalk into my closet, ignoring him. “Am I going to get bloody?”
“Don’t wear your Versace.”
I yank a pair of jeans off a hanger and a black T-shirt. After I’m dressed, I throw on some black steel-toed boots and grab my gun to tuck into the back of my jeans. “Give me five minutes to take a piss and brush my teeth.”
We cruise along the road in Marco Antonio’s black Land Rover to the shed. The rain hasn’t let up so the windshield wipers are on full blast, making a hypnotic song. Arturo has three of Guerrero’s biggest gangsters in custody. They’re with the Osos. Aldo Mendez is organizing this gang into something much bigger, much faster than I can deconstruct the crime gangs around him. He’s slick and for some fucking reason, his men are loyal. We may not have Mendez, but we have three of his most trusted men.
We pull up beside Arturo’s charcoal-gray Dodge Challenger and I let out a laugh. “Do I want to know how he managed to get all three here in that?”
“Arturo is resourceful, you know this.” Boy do I. That’s why he’s one of my best men. Arturo finds ways to get what I need. He’s the people person. Our finder. The fucker makes magic happen. Like a hound, he sniffs them all out and brings them back to his master like a good dog.
I push in the code and follow the screams. They all blend together when we get a bunch of live ones at once. The door to the torture room is ajar and when I open it, I’ve stepped right into a scene from a horror film.
Velez with balls purple as fuck sits in the middle of the room, eyes wide as he stares at Arturo. Like a good man, Arturo left Velez alone aside from a few twists on his balls. But the others…he’s pulling information out like he’s been trained to do.
All three detainees are naked and hanging upside down by their ankles from chains attached to the rafters of the building. Men are more vulnerable naked. Plus, it gives us easy access to fuck them up however we need to. The gangster on the far right is either passed out or dead. I’m going with the latter. His inner thigh has been sliced open and blood runs down his chest and face. It drips from his hair onto the floor, making a puddle. The middle gangster is swinging in a circle as he unsuccessfully tries to free himself. And the gangster on the far left is crying. He’s young, probably nineteen or twenty.
“Hose,” I bark out to Marco Antonio.
He walks over to the hose wrapped up on the wall and turns the water on. Once he’s stretched it back over to me, I hold the trigger and aim it at the kid. The water blasts on and I aim for his balls. He screams in pain and tries to cover himself there, so I spray his eyes. When he lets out another wail, I send a spray of water right down his gullet. He gags and chokes. I release the trigger and walk over to him.
“Where’s Mendez?”
Vomit spews out of him and lands on my shoe. I’m glad I wore my boots. Once he’s done gagging and spitting, I rap my knuckles on his abdomen.
“Where’s Mendez?” I ask again.
“Don’t tell him, Angel,” the middle guy hisses.
“Shut up,” I snap at him.
He starts hissing a bunch of curse words. I’ve had enough of this fucker already. Stalking over to him, I grab a handful of his hair and yank him to me. “Hold him,” I bark out.
Marco Antonio holds his arms behind his back and Arturo pries the fuck’s mouth open. I shove the metal gun of my water hose into his mouth as deep as I can until he gags. I pull the trigger. He jolts and spazzes as water shoots down the back of his throat. I spray until I think he might drown and then I pull it from his mouth. Water mixed with blood rushes back out and soaks the floor below. He chokes and his body shakes violently. Dark red blood runs from his lips and out his nose. The dick is as good as dead because I’ve probably just exploded his damn stomach. It doesn’t matter, though. I’ll get info from Angel.
Turning back to the wide-eyed kid, I hold up the gun of the hose. “Ready to talk?”
“Y-Yes. He’s sticking to the north side of the city. Club Cielo,” he sputters out.
Interesting development.
Velez starts whimpering. Fucker knows what’s coming.
I drop the hose to the floor and storm over to Velez. He smells like a goddamned pig having shit himself. I refuse to clean him off. He can sit in his filth. I stand in front of him and raise my boot.
“N-No! N-No! D-Don’t!”
Ignoring him, I smash his purple bulging balls with the toe of my boot. He screams like a fucking woman who’s getting her head sawed off. Fucking pussy. With his balls in this precarious position, it wouldn’t take much pressure before his skin would split and free them from his sack like a couple of egg yolks tossed into a bowl.
I let up slightly and glower at him. “You played me, motherfucker.”
“It wasn’t like that,” he lies. “I was going to get ’em for you.”
Marco Antonio snorts. Arturo laughs. Velez is so full of shit.
“You were told to put the heat on Club Cielo. Get that shit shut down. Drive that asshole from his nest.” I press against his sack ag
ain, reveling in his scream. “But you disobeyed me.”
I yank my knife from my pocket and flip it open. He starts sobbing, but it does nothing to me. I don’t feel sorry for this sick fuck. He’s a traitor and a pedo. I grab his chin and hold him still as I carve an E and then an M into his forehead.
El Malo.
When I want to send a message to fuckers like Mendez, I litter the streets with the corpses of his men signed with a warning.
Blood runs down over Velez’s eyes and down his cheeks, mixing with his tears. He’s so pathetic. Disgusting.
“J-Just kill me,” he begs.
I’ll do nothing of the sort. Instead of granting him his wish, I whistle as I give his nuts a reprieve and go hunting in the tool box for my thin nylon rope. Arturo picks up on the song and starts singing along as I whistle it. A couple of baddies as Rosa says who can carry a fucking tune. Velez eyes the rope warily. He ought to be scared. I squat in front of him, ignoring his stank, and grab hold of his little pecker. Maybe it’s a physiological response or maybe he’s truly gay, but either way, his cock responds and hardens.
“Our little masochist here wants me to tug on his dick,” I tell my men. They both snort in amusement. “Let me oblige, Mayor.” I tie one end of the rope around his cock. I tighten the knot enough that I’m sure it really fucking hurts. He passes out, his head lolling back. I stand and toss the other end of the rope over the rafters. Once I grab the end of it, I tie it around his wrist with his arm stretched above his head.
“Wake up,” I order and slap his cheek.
He blinks in confusion and then realizes his situation with horror. “No…”
“Oh, yes,” I say with a grin and head over to the sink.
His arm is stretched in the air, but eventually it will get weak and heavy. And when it falls, it’ll yank on his cock. If his arm gives out altogether, his cock is going to stretch to a painful limit. He quickly realizes this and lets out a howl.
