El Malo

by K. Webster

  And I am happy.

  “I would die for you,” I tell him honestly.

  His fierce features fall as he regards me in confusion. He releases my wrist but holds my waist tightly. Gently, he runs his nose along mine and then kisses my lips. “Then we will both die because I can’t live without you, manzanita.”

  I don’t understand the violent change in our afternoon, but I know exactly how he feels. I cling to his solid frame, seeking out his comfort.

  “If you tell me the truth, you can go. You don’t love me,” he says, bitterness in his tone. “You can walk away. But if you love me like you claim, you’re sentencing us both to death.” He points to the water below that churns wildly. “Millions of big, sharp rocks. Say the words and you may leave. I’m giving you your out.”

  I tilt my head up and meet his stare. Then, I stand on my toes and kiss his mouth. “I love you, Javier Estrada, and you can’t talk me out of it.”

  He growls. “I love you too, Rosa. Forgive me.”

  With those words, he tightens his grip around me and then he leaps. Straight off the cliff. His body wraps around mine and his legs tangle with mine pinning them. My stomach is left on the ledge as we sail toward our deaths.

  All I can think about is him.

  Crash!

  I expect instant death. Exploding bones. Not this. Not ice-cold waters and being plunged so deep I wonder if it ever ends. The waves yank me away from Javier and I thrash in the blinding dark depths as I try to figure which way is up. My lungs protest, aching to breathe, as I swim hard in no direction whatsoever. I believe I truly will die when a strong arm snags my middle.

  Javier.

  My savior.

  He swims hard and powerfully in a direction that must be the correct one. And soon, my lungs get the fresh air they so desperately crave. I suck in a deep breath before a wave topples us once more. But this time, he doesn’t let go. He swims with me in his grip until my feet kick up gravel beneath the surface.

  Land.

  I’m weak and still gasping for air as he scoops me in his strong arms. He carries me to a warm, sandy area and sets me down. Before I can argue, he pounces on me. Our mouths crash together in a painful way as he lays me flat, his hands ripping my dress up.

  “Javier,” I say, sobbing. “Javier.”

  “I know,” he croons. “I love you too. I had to be sure.”

  His cock is out and he pushes my panties to the side. With a quick, hard thrust, he drives into me. I latch onto his hair and dig my heels into his ass. He fucks me hard and without apology right on the banks of the water. His grunts and groans are claiming and animalistic.

  I need him.

  I can’t live without him.

  My crying becomes overwhelming. I almost ruined it all. I almost called in to the CIA and would have lost him. I would have killed us figuratively.

  I’m too selfish.

  I’ll keep him until they rip me from his arms.

  There’s no other way.

  I don’t orgasm. It’s not about that in this moment. It’s just about being connected to someone in a way you’ve never been in your entire life. I claw at him and kiss him desperately. With a guttural sound, he comes. His thrusting becomes uneven and harsh until he falls against me.

  “Rosa,” he says fiercely, his dark eyes finding mine. Panic flashes in them. Heartache. Loss.

  “I’m here,” I choke out.

  “I had to be sure,” he murmurs, water dripping from his hair and face. He looks so young and terrified. It kills me. “I had to be sure. Rosa, I had to be sure.”

  I nod as tears leak out. “I know. I know, Javi, I know.”

  “What is this place?” I ask as we pull up to a nondescript building. It’s dark and the only signs of life are a neon orange sign that boasts “open” on the brick wall.

  “You’ll see.” He gives my hand a reassuring squeeze before he climbs out of the Thunderbird.

  Earlier, we spent hours drying out and making love on the sandy banks. He revealed that those cliffs are ones he’s familiar with. Cliffs he’s jumped from hundreds of times. My safety was never at stake, but our future was. Because of his position in this country, he can’t trust just anyone. He shouldn’t trust me. But he does and I’ll be damned if I screw this up. Not now.

  He opens the car door and helps me out. I clutch my purse in one hand and take his hand in the other. We’re both dry now. I look a fright with my messy hair and missing shoes that are now at the bottom of the ocean, but with the adoring way Javier regards me, I don’t care.

  “Estrada,” a man hoots as we walk inside. The man is tall, much taller than Javier, and scary. He has more tattoos than anyone I’ve ever seen. His eyes are completely white, thanks to contacts, and when he grins, he reveals sharpened teeth. The man has more piercings on his face than I think humanly possible, but here he is. Looking like a total freak show. It should unnerve me, but Javier shakes his hand and then pats his back.

  “Facundo and I used to run around together when we were kids,” Javier explains. “His father is friends with mine.” Javier points to me. “Facundo, this is my Rosa.”

  I shake his hand and let out a nervous giggle when he kisses the back of my hand. “Nice to meet you, Facundo.”

  He releases me and then holds his hands in the air. “What’ll it be?”

  “I want a neck tattoo right here,” Javier tells him and drags his finger along his flesh that is unmarred by ink. “Want anything, Rosa?”

  I want to prove my loyalty to him, but I have a few questions.

  “Maybe…” I murmur, chewing on my bottom lip.

  Javier smirks at me. “Think about it, mami. I’m going to take a piss. Don’t let her out of your sight and keep her safe.”

  Facundo nods. “Yep.”

  As soon as he’s gone, I rush out with a million different questions for Facundo. He’s very professional and answers them all honestly. My nerves take a backseat.

  “Are you sure it’s safe?” I ask again.

  He chuckles. “Positively. No te preocupes, cariño.” Don’t worry, sweetheart.

  Javier emerges from the bathroom, drying his hands with a paper towel. He tosses the trash and then unbuttons his shirt. Before he peels it away, I stop him.

  “I’m going first,” I tell him bravely. “Facundo is going to tattoo me.”

  Javier’s brows lift in surprise. “Is that so, manzanita? Are you sure? Tattoos are a lifelong commitment.”

  I snort. “Okay, Dad.”

  His grin is wolfish. “Call me daddy and you can have whatever you want.”

  “You two are kinky as fuck, aren’t you?” Facundo asks. “Muy caliente.” So hot. “Sit there, Javi, and she’s going to straddle you. It’ll make it easier for what she wants.”

  Javier obliges and sits down on the bench that’s at a forty-five degree angle. I straddle his narrow waist and run my palms up his now bare chest. His shirt hangs from the side, but all his muscled tattooed goodness is available for my touch.

  “Take your dress off,” Facundo commands. “It’ll just get in the way.”

  Javier’s eyes are laser sharp as he watches me peel away my dress in front of another man. Facundo seems uninterested behind me as he readies his supplies. Javier pulls me against him so my bare breasts smash against his smooth flesh. I rest my ear on his chest, loving how I can hear the steady beat of his heart. Behind me, I feel Facundo pushing down my panties some with his latex gloved hands. Then, he starts cleaning the area. I close my eyes and breathe through my fraying nerves.

  This is it.

  I’ve become completely his.

  The buzzing of the gun soothes my nerves until the bite of the tattoo gun stings me. I hiss in pain and Javier strokes my hair in a comforting way.

  “Relax, mami, I have you.”

  For once, the worries always plaguing me are gone. I curl against the man I love’s chest and relax to the sound of Facundo’s whistling.

  I’m doing this.
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  I am El Malo.

  Javier

  “Mami,” I murmur, kissing down Rosa’s spine as she sleeps. She grumbles and I chuckle against her flesh. “So grumpy.” When I get to her tattoo, pride surges through me. It’s been nearly a week since we got them and they look fucking awesome. Especially hers. Beautiful.

  I grip her fleshy ass and spread her cheeks apart. Not a day goes by where I don’t wake up with her on my mind. Eager to be inside her. Fucking what’s mine throughout the day because I can.

  “You’re supposed to let me sleep,” she whines.

  Spreading her thighs with my knee, I ease myself behind her. I rub the tip of my cock along her cunt and am pleased she’s only been pretending to sleep. She’s slick and ready, just like always. Slowly, I push into her tight body. Her hands fist the sheets and she moans at the intrusion.

  “Sleep, Rosa,” I tease as I thrust into her. “I’ll do all the work.”

  She giggles and her cunt clenches around me. “You’re crazy.”

  I start nipping at her shoulder until she squeals. She squirms, but I don’t let her get away. While I’m still inside of her, I roll onto my back. We both groan at the way it feels to be inside her this way. She bends her knees and keeps her feet flat on the bed. I buck my hips from beneath her, loving the groans coming from her.

  “Touch your pussy, manzanita,” I growl. “Make yourself come because these titties are begging for attention.”

  She whimpers when I grope her fat tits. I fuck her from beneath her, listening intently to the way she sounds as she pleasures herself. Sweet groans and soft moans. So fucking hot.

  Her body trembles as she chases her morning orgasm. So close. I nip at her skin and whisper dirty things against her hair near her ear. She comes with a loud, appreciative sound and milks my cock.

  “Oh, mami, you’re going to be the death of me. Your body is so fucking hot and mine,” I croon as I roll us to our side. I pull out of her cunt and stroke my cock. “You know what I want?”

  “What?” she rasps out.

  I hike her thigh up over mine, opening her up to me and then grip my cock again. It’s soaked from being inside of her. Still, though, I could use for more lubricant. I spit on my fingers and rub them against the puckered hole of her ass. She likes it when I get adventurous and today I’m feeling really goddamn adventurous. Her hole is tight and resistant to my entry, but I’m patient. Slowly, with gentle pushes, I urge it open for me. The moment the crown of my cock presses into her, her body relaxes and I’m sucked the rest of the way in.

  Sweet motherfucking bliss.

  Her ass is heaven.

  Each time I take her here, I lose my damn mind. At first, she cried. My cock is large and her body is small. A fat dick in your ass is painful. But after some practice, she’s doing so well.

  “That’s it,” I croon against her ear as I slide my hand to her tit and pinch her nipple. “I own all your holes, mami.”

  “Yesss,” she breathes. “Oh, God.”

  Sliding my hand down between her thighs, I push two fingers into her hot cunt that still drips with pleasure. I fuck her with my fingers in tandem with the way I roughly grind into her ass. She’s losing her mind too. Her claws dig into my forearm as she rocks with me. Garbled pleas and orders stream from her lips, but nothing makes sense. All that makes sense is how fucking good we are together.

  “Feel me inside every part of you?” I murmur. “I’m stealing your soul.”

  She moans, her ass squeezing my cock so hard I nearly black out from the pure orgasmic pleasure of it. I pinch her nipple and thrust harder.

  “Who do you belong to?” I grit out, my control unraveling with every second that passes.

  “You,” she cries out. “Only you.”

  I come with a harsh breath and my seed spurts deep inside her ass. My cum will run out of her for hours to come, much to her embarrassment and much to my motherfucking delight. She’s not concerned about that right now, though. Right now, she’s bucking against my fingers, desperate for that deep orgasm only her sweet G-spot will deliver. I fuck her just right with my hand until she convulses. My softening cock gets strangled back to life when she orgasms, her entire body seizing up violently.

  This thing between us is utterly maddening.

  Completely consuming.

  A total mindfuck.

  “I love you, goddammit,” I snarl against her sweaty neck. “I love you so much it makes me insane.”

  She relaxes in my grip and her ass naturally pushes my cock out of her. We make a big fucking mess all over the sheets that she’ll fret about later. Right now she’s languid in my arms.

  “You know I love you,” she murmurs.

  That I do.

  The music thumps and the party is hopping. People are everywhere. Rosa is by the food table outside looking way too delicious to be standing alone. She keeps popping grapes into her mouth as she dances. I take a moment to admire her juicy ass in her fitted red dress. It’s short and revealing and makes my dick hard every time she walks by. I’m about to attack my girl when I notice Angel messing with one of the maids. Araceli is her name. Because of Rosa, I now know all their names and speak to them from time to time.

  I whistle to gain his attention. He doesn’t seem to hear, but she does. She starts to back away, but he grabs her wrist, tugging her closer. Her worried gaze is on me, especially now that I’m stalking their way. She manages to jerk her arm free and scurries away.

  “What’s the status on Michael?” I demand, startling him.

  He twists around and flinches upon seeing me. Good. Fucker needs to remember whose roof he’s under. “Working on it, jefe. I am confident we’ll find him. I’ve been working this city from every angle, dangling that reward in their faces. They’re all practically salivating as they hunt for that fucker.”

  I give him a nod. “Excellent. Remember, I want him alive.”

  Leaving Angel, I prowl outside to where Rosa dances. I sneak up behind her and then grab her hips. Together, our hips move with the upbeat song. She gathers up her long, wavy, dark brown hair and holds it up on top of her head. I take the opportunity to let my palms roam all over her curvy body. Her ass jiggles as she rocks it against my aching dick. The woman knows how to bring a grown man to his knees on the dance floor with her exotic dance moves. I’m practically coming in my slacks at the way she rubs against me.

  “Your ass is a sin,” I tell her, my fingers biting into her hips. She looks like heaven with a sinful body. “I can’t take you dancing like this, mami. You’ll make me embarrass the both of us if you’re not careful.”

  She looks over her shoulder and grins. “Then maybe we should take the party someplace private.” She dances in place in a circle until she’s facing me. Her dress is a low-cut halter that shows so much fucking cleavage. I want to pour the finest tequila between her tits and lap it away until I’m drunk as fuck.

  “Eyes up here,” she teases.

  I lean forward and bite part of her tit that’s on full display. “Who says I’m interested in those eyes.”

  Her fingers thread into my hair and she lets out a soft moan. “Javi…”

  She drives me mad when she says my name that way.

  “Yes, manzanita?”

  “Get me out of here.”

  I grip her wrist and guide her back into my house. She clomps behind me in her sexy-as-hell stilettoes. I want them digging into me the next time I fuck her, which is looking like soon. We make it to my room and she reaches into my pocket, pulling my phone from inside. Long ago, I wouldn’t have trusted her, but now I do. She unlocks my phone and hunts for a song. When she puts “Despacito” on, I start laughing.

  “Oh, shit,” I say, grinning. “It’s your song.”

  “Damn right,” she replies, flashing me a sultry smile.

  As the music thumps, she begins stripping. Something I’ll never grow tired of. Her fingers untie the knot at the back of her neck and she slowly peels the dress down her body. I�
��m mesmerized when she bares her tits to me. As she dances, they bounce. So fucking hot. She continues her striptease and works the material down to her hips. Then, she pushes it past her flared hips, letting the dress fall to the floor. Her panties are a simple red thong. I want to rip it off with my teeth. When I growl at her, she waggles a finger at me.

  “Not so fast,” she says and steps out of her dress. With her dark hair hanging in front of her shoulders, her lips a blood red, her fake lashes long and sexy as hell, and her tits on full display as she stands in nothing but panties and fuck-me heels, I start to lose my motherfucking mind.

  “Three seconds and then I’m taking you against that wall,” I warn. “Make it quick, whatever it is.”

  She smiles sweetly at me, such a stark contrast to her seductive look. “Stay right there. I have a present for you.”

  I yank at the knot of my tie as she turns and bares her round ass at me. The tattoo on her lower back in black ink is perfect. She waltzes over to her side of the dresser and opens a drawer. I manage to pull off my jacket and shirt while she digs around under her bras and panties in the drawer. I’m just unbuckling my pants when she hides something behind her back.

  Arching a brow at her, I chuckle. “What is it?”

  Her cheeks turn bright red. “Do you remember when I wanted to go to that shop?”

  Guilt surges through me. That was the day I jumped the cliff with her. “I just wanted to be sure,” I mutter again.

  Her smile is breathtaking. “I know, baby. But before you were making me prove my love to you, I had a present for you.” She steps my way and her tits bounce along the way, making my mouth water. “Here.” When she holds up a cigar, I frown.

  Not just any cigar but one that’s made of chewing gum.

  “Nice,” I lie. What the fuck do I want a chewing gum cigar for?

  She laughs. “Read it, Javi.”

  I pluck it from her hand and twist it around. “Congratulations,” I read aloud. Still, I don’t get why the fuck she’s giving me this shit. “Um, thanks?”