Inevitable (Colombian Cartel Book 3)
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“I know. Only two ways out of the cartel, right? Prison or death.”
“Well, you’re not out if you go to prison. So, I guess that leaves one. When the time comes, beautiful, we’re going out together—in a blaze of fucking glory.”
“Oh, so we’re the modern-day Bonnie and Clyde now?”
“Hell, no. I’ve been accused of a lot of things but being a copycat isn’t one of them. We’re leaving our own mark. I’m an original, baby.” He winked at her and she couldn’t help but smile.
“We’ve got a long life in front of us. I’m a Ramirez; I must leave a legacy. You know, some little rug rats to carry on ‘dis Colombian cartel thang we got goin’ on.”
“Love the accent you’ve got going on there, big guy.”
“Hey, I’m not big. I’m solid, baby, and this is too.”
Her breath hitched when he took his hard-on in hand and slid the bell end up and down through her slit. “Yeah, you like that. I think that may be what I enjoy most, that I get a part of you nobody has ever had—the real you--” This last came out as a groan as he pushed in, just past her slick entrance. On a slow exhale, he deliberately pulled out, sliding the head of his cock up until he was rubbing it over her clit. Over and over, he repeated the sequence, until she began bucking her hips, physically straining toward him, begging for what she needed.
“You haven’t answered my question, beautiful Cadmiss,” he said with a grin as he invoked her online username that had started it all for them.
“I’m still thinking about it, Boots,” she replied, parrying with a shortened version of his online name, carefully keeping her expression neutral, her comedic delivery perfectly deadpan.
She gasped when he unexpectedly pushed all the way inside in one smooth move. Then he stopped, his jaw and neck muscles clenching as he struggled for control, barely pulsing his hips in and out, savoring that initial rush of pleasure as her pussy wrapped itself around him.
He buried his face in her hair, whispering, “You want to play with me, hmm? Then play with your pussy, baby.” He sat back on his haunches, holding her hips and watching her masturbate while he fucked her. “Mmm, that’s my good girl. So fucking good.” He had one hell of a view and he enjoyed it even more knowing she had never let her guard down like this with any other man.
“Tell me you’re mine. Tell me you belong to me. Tell me now,” he bit out through gritted teeth, daring her to defy him.
“Yours. I’m yours, baby.” She was close and so was he. Her back arched and he wanted to beat his chest at the wanton, anguished expression on her face as she climaxed. She screamed out his name just as he had told her she would, and the male satisfaction he took from it send him over the edge with a roar.
Afterwards, as the waves of pleasure receded, he lowered his weight on top of her, his forehead touching hers as he willed his heart and breathing to come back to normal.
“Woman, you’re going to kill me. Someday you’re going to fuck me to death, I just know it.”
“Now there’s an idea…” She looked up at the ceiling, pensive as she ran her fingers through his hair. “Yes.”
“Yes, what…” he yawned, nuzzling her neck.
“Yes, I’ll marry you, Tony. Even though I don’t think we need a piece of paper to prove to the world that we’re together forever.”
“You’re right, we’re connected by the blood of our enemies and by the secrets of death we share. But you know what?” He leaned down and took her lips in a claiming kiss. “Even with all that, I still believe in marriage, as long as it’s with you; and kids, as many as you’ll let me give you; and a happily ever after. How about you?” He leaned up on an elbow, waiting for her answer.
“Yes, Tony. I do.”
His eyes narrowed and warmed with seductive heat. “Say that again,” he breathed against her lips, his voice husky.
“I do. I do, I do…”
The End…For Now.
Old Hollywood (Colombian Cartel 4)
The next edition to the Colombian cartel series.