Entrusted: A Drug of Desire Novel

by Sidney Bristol

  He kissed down her throat, dragging his teeth over her skin. She shivered and he felt goose flesh under his palm. Someone was getting into the biting just as much as he was.

  She wrapped her hand around his cock, stroking him again. Every time she touched him was better than the last. He tipped his head back and eased his grip on her hair, luxuriating in the feel of her hand on him. She squeezed and he groaned.

  So damn good.

  Teeth bit down on his shoulder. He grunted and dug his hands into her ass, bringing their bodies together, trapping her hand on him. She didn’t let go, marking him with her own bite. He chuckled and pulled on her hair, forcing her head back. She gasped for air and blinked as water droplets hit her in the face.

  “Bite off more than you can chew?” he asked.

  “I think you’re a lot more than bite-sized.” She squeezed his dick again.

  “A lot more.”

  “Way more.”

  Raven cracked a smile and he grinned back. She was right. He couldn’t remember a time when he’d smiled more than he had in the last few days. She was a breath of fresh air in a life that had become routine.

  “Come here.” He backed toward a large stone bench and sat down.

  “Are you trying to kill me with sex?” She got the drift and straddled his lap.

  “I’m not even sure how that would be read in a court of law. Yes, your honor, we’re charging this man with homicide by penis. The media would have a field day with that.”

  Raven gasped. “Did you just make a joke? You did!”

  “I might have.”

  He reached through the slit into the metal box and grabbed the two items he wanted. A condom, and the lube. If she was still sore, it could help, and there was nothing shameful in a little lubricant. Besides, the flavored kind could be a fun treat all on its own.

  “And what do you plan on doing with this?” She plucked the condom from his fingers.

  “You are going to open it, put it on me, and then I’ve got something for you.”

  “Is this something long and hard?”

  “Nope.” He curled his hand around the packet as she eyed his fist. He crossed his hands behind his head, willing to bide his time.

  Raven’s gaze narrowed and she stared at him for a moment. She shook the condom packet, flicking water droplets every which way. She then took the edge between her teeth, and holding his gaze, ripped it open a little bit at a time.

  He pressed his fingers into a bruise above her knee. Neither of them could remember where it was from. She gasped and the packet dropped to the bench. She glared at him and plucked the condom from the wrapper.

  “How would you like it if I did that to you?” She prodded the bite mark from a few moments ago.

  “Feels kind of good.” Matías winced. The bruise would be deep, colorful, and fun as hell.

  He pressed his thumb into the bruise on her side. She gasped again, tilting her chin up and planting her hands on his shoulders for balance. He found another on her bottom and prodded it with his other finger. She shifted back and forth, but didn’t protest.

  “You used to poke your bruises, didn’t you?” he asked.

  “What? How do you know that?” She blinked at him, her gaze a little glassy.

  Matías chuckled.

  “Let’s just say it’s something a lot of kinksters have in common. Now, about that condom?” He twisted her nipple, and her jaw dropped, but she was smiling.

  “Did you?”

  “Poke my bruises? I did.”

  “I thought I was just weird.” She pinched the end of the condom before rolling it down his length.

  “We’re all a little weird here.”

  “Guess that’s why I like it so much.”

  He brought the packet of lube around from behind him where it had fallen on the bench and tore it open. Raven watched him, but he had the sneaking suspicion she didn’t know what it was. He squirted some on his finger and reached between her legs. Her hands went to his shoulders and she held perfectly still while he slicked the lube around her opening.

  “Still sore?” he asked. If he’d hurt her last night, he sure as hell wasn’t going to push her today.

  “I thought we just covered the whole likes-to-poke-bruises topic.” She rolled her head back on her shoulders.

  “Is that so?”

  “Can we stop talking?”

  He grasped his cock and passed the head through her folds. She gasped and squeezed her eyes shut once, but not a single protest passed her lips. She lowered herself onto him a little at a time. He didn’t hurry her along, though their time was short.

  She rose and fell above him, her breasts bouncing, water pelting them. He made it his goal to find every bruise and knot on her body, and work them over with his fingers. She hissed and her pussy would constrict, but she didn’t tell him to stop. She didn’t even complain.

  He leaned against the glass and thrust up into her. Her head tilted back and he palmed her perky little breasts.

  “Oh, shit,” he muttered.

  She did—something. Changed the angle? Whatever it was, she stroked him just right. He groaned and squeezed his eyes shut as release rushed through him, cascading pleasure through his body as he thrust up into her and wrapped his arms around her. He hugged her to his chest as she milked him of the last drop of semen.

  She hung her head forward, her hair to one side, watching him with a smile curling her lips.

  “You didn’t come,” he said.

  “I think I hit my monthly quota last night.”

  He helped her up and off of him. She went to curl up next to him on the bench, but he sank to his knees on the shower floor. Being a Dominant meant taking care of his submissive, in every way possible. He grabbed the rest of the packet of lube—strawberry, not a bad flavor—and knelt between her legs.

  “I’m serious,” she said, trying to squeeze her legs together.

  “And so am I.” He grabbed her knees and pulled her bottom to the edge of the bench.

  He squirted the rest of the lube onto his fingers and massaged her labia, the delicate clitoral hood and everything in between. Raven gasped and arched her back.

  “Sensitive?” he asked.

  “Like you wouldn’t believe.”

  He licked the length of her seam and her hips came up off the bench. He pressed her back down with his forearm across her pelvis. He flicked his tongue over her clit, thrust his fingers in her pussy and pressed his thumb to her anus. Sure, she’d said it was a no-go, but sometimes the threat of the line was a tantalizing temptation.

  “Oh, don’t you dare,” she said, and he wasn’t sure if she meant the orgasm or her ass.

  Raven planted her feet on the edge of the bench and lifted her hips—or as much as she could with his hold keeping her in place. She undulated against him, fucking herself on his fingers while he rubbed the flat of his tongue over her clit. Back and forth, up and down.

  Just to tease her, he gently prodded her anus once more. She lifted up, either to get away from him or allow him more access, he didn’t know.

  Her breathing hitched, that sweet sound she made half a minute before orgasm.

  Matías wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked, flicking his tongue over the bundle of nerves.

  She came on a scream, arching her back and lifting her hips despite his effort to keep her in place. He stroked her through the orgasm with his tongue, loving how vocal she was becoming. There was nothing held back, he didn’t have to guess if he was doing it right for her—she’d let him know.

  He sat down on the floor and rested his head on her knee while they caught their breath. It might be unconventional love making, but he got the job done. He stroked her thigh and smiled. She was right—he hadn’t done much of it until her.

  After a few moments, he stood and disposed of the condom in a trash can set in arm’s reach of the shower door. He left her sitting, boneless and sated, on the bench while he zipped through his showering routine. He
needed a shave badly, but there wasn’t time.

  Matías pulled Raven to her feet and guided her under the spray of the shower heads. He ran his fingers through her hair and circled to stand at her back.

  “What are you doing?” she asked.

  “Whatever I feel like doing.”

  He’d never washed a woman’s hair. He squirted her shampoo into his hand and slicked it through her wet locks. She tipped her head back and didn’t protest when he pulled too hard or got water in her face. He repeated it with the cream rinse and went on to the rest of her, cleaning her from head to toe because she was his and he could.

  One more day, then he was done. He was serious about trying this relationship out with her, if it was what they both wanted. It might not work out, once things weren’t crazy, maybe they’d grow apart. But if he never tried, he’d never know. And he was sick of the not knowing.

  He dragged out the bathing for as long as he could, soaking up these quiet moments where neither had to speak, there was no pressure to be anything except what they were. Today might be the toughest day of his life.

  Matías even grabbed a towel and dried Raven off. He liked taking care of her, even though she didn’t need him to. Which made it all the more special. She wanted him, and he wanted her.

  “What are you smiling at?” Raven peered up at him.

  “You.” He pushed wet strands off her face. “You’re beautiful.”

  She shook her head and chuckled.

  “I think that’s one of the things I love about you. You’re completely unaware of how amazing you are. It makes loving you—easy.”

  Her eyes widened and her lips parted.

  Wait—what had he just said? He wasn’t supposed to say that out loud…

  Matías said he loved me.

  That one thought played on repeat for the next twelve hours. Raven couldn’t think of a single thing to say in return, not in all the hours since they’d been hustled out of the suite and tossed on the plane. She couldn’t even muster up indignation that the DEA had refueled her plane and prepped it for take-off. Of course, she’d gone over everything herself, but her hands had shook and she couldn’t concentrate for shit.

  A man approached her as she finished her post-flight check-up on the landing gear. He spoke Spanish, but she only understood a few words. There was a huge difference between the Mexican and Columbian Spanish. They were almost completely different languages.

  She stood and peered at the funny little man.

  “I’ll be done in a minute,” she replied in Spanish.

  He stared at her, the fading light enough to see his confused expression.

  “Yeah, that’s how I feel, too,” she muttered to herself.

  Nothing about this flight was normal. Níłch’i wasn’t with her, Matías had hardly spoken to her and she’d had to watch her gauges closely to keep her attention focused. What she wouldn’t have given for a co-pilot to take over for a while. She was mentally and physically exhausted.

  Matías said he loved me.

  And she hadn’t said anything. She couldn’t.

  She’d been too shocked, and then Damien was there, telling them they had to leave immediately. Life needed to slow the fuck down for a minute so she could think. It wasn’t like she could have set the plane down to have a serious conversation with him, because—she loved him, too. But everything was happening so fast, she couldn’t process it all. There was a limit to her ability to deal, and she was pushing it.

  One more day though, and they’d be done. At least if everything went according to plan. Why it should now was beyond her, but she could hope.

  The man followed her all around the plane like a shadow. She sighed and turned toward him.

  “All right, fine, I’m done. Let’s go.” She gestured toward the waiting black SUVs.

  She was really getting sick of the uniform dark SUV with tinted windows. Couldn’t these people have a goddamned color in there somewhere? Everyone knew to look for the black car in movies. Why couldn’t criminals be a little less obvious? She took a deep breath and hauled herself up into the SUV. She was tired and in need of a few, quiet moments with Matías.

  He didn’t even look at her when she slid into the SUV next to him. Their driver and the man in the passenger seat were strangers to her, but judging by the way Matías was already chatting with them, they’d made friends easily enough.

  She leaned her head against the cushions and closed her eyes. From the few words she could pick out, they were discussing the weather and movement of American support through the region.

  “She doesn’t speak Columbian Spanish,” Matías said in English.

  Raven straightened, blinking at the man who turned around to face her and Matías.

  “I’m sorry—what?” She glanced between the two men.

  “I was apologizing for having you fly in here. It’s less watched, but farther away,” the man said in broken and heavily accented English.

  “It’s fine. I just fly the plane,” she said slowly.

  “Alejandro, this is Raven. Raven, this is Victor’s right-hand man. Alejandro and I have had many shots of tequila together.” Matías laughed and Alejandro nodded. There were stories there.

  “Good memories. We are glad you will be joining us.” Alejandro’s attention was clearly focused on Matías. She was just luggage to these people.

  “How long until we get to our destination?” Matías asked.

  “Hour, hour and a half. Like I said, we need to go in and out farther from our base of operations,” Alejandro replied.

  “That’s not very good for transporting product,” Matías said in English.

  “It’s just this once, I promise you.” Alejandro became very interested in the road ahead of them.

  What the heck was that about?

  “Is the factory Victor wants to show me near the headquarters?”

  Alejandro shook his head.

  “No, no, no. We will pass it. I’ll point it out.” He turned around, and the conversation switched back to Columbian Spanish.

  The more Raven listened, the more she was able to pick our familiar words and the unique inflections of the dialect. They spoke of old deals, people they’d known, where they were now. Nothing important to her, but there was an undercurrent of tension. As if someone were waiting for the shoe to drop.

  Well over an hour later, the SUV pulled into a compound—there was no other word for it. The walls rose up out of the trees the gates were open, though judging by the armed men lining the entrance, they wouldn’t be for long.

  Matías placed his hand on her thigh.

  She hadn’t realized it would be this…dangerous.

  Their doors were whisked open by men from the outside. One offered her his hand, helping her out of the SUV. She was so glad Níłch’i wasn’t with her now.

  Matías was by her side in only a matter of seconds. He shouldered aside a man wearing fatigues and carrying a gun, to wrap his arm around her. She grit her teeth and stared straight ahead.

  Oh my God, this was awful and she was in so far over her head.

  There was no way Matías could pull off convincing all these people. No way at all.

  “Take a deep breath,” he muttered to her.

  She did as he said, but it didn’t help.

  Alejandro directed men with their bags into a large…house. She wouldn’t call it a home, but it also didn’t appear to be either a mansion or administrative building. It was plain, yet intimidating.

  Matías turned and said something to Alejandro she couldn’t understand. He kept his hands on her shoulders, shielding her with his body. Alejandro replied and the men around them began to move off, leaving them relatively alone, though she could see shadows moving at the edges of the courtyard and outlying buildings.

  “Hey, what’s wrong?” Matías asked.

  “I wasn’t expecting this.” She sucked down another deep breath.

  “It’s okay. We’re here with friends.”


  She laughed bitterly. “My friends don’t carry guns.”

  “Yeah, well, mine do.” He peered into her eyes, and she knew he wasn’t talking about his pseudo-friends like Victor. They had the DEA behind them. Survive tonight and all would be well.

  They could survive tonight, right? That was possible.

  But what if they didn’t?

  “M-José?”

  “What?” he said sharply, catching her slip-up.

  “Sorry, I just—”

  “José, come inside.” Victor and Alejandro stood silhouetted by light in the arch of a double doorway into the house.

  “Be right there,” Matías replied. He took her hand and stared deeply into her eyes. “This is a good thing for us.” He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles. The way he stared at her stole her breath away. She blinked and the moment was gone. Her window of opportunity closing.

  I love you, too…

  chapter Eighteen

  There’s a string holding this op together.

  Matías pasted on a smile as he entered the grand house. Judging by the area and the training of the men, this really was their headquarters.

  He glanced over the room, taking in the antiques along with the militant way the house seemed to be run. The servants who were at the door to receive them stood and stared straight ahead as if they were army. Not house help. There was also a decided undercurrent of unease.

  Matías didn’t like it.

  “This is an amazing welcome, my friend. Thank you.” Matías shook Victor’s hand a second time, laying it on thick as he peered around. There was money here. This was a profitable operation. They’d never been able to determine exactly how much business the Jiménez operation did, but billions was a decent guess. The way the security was outfitted alone was enough to warn him they might be in over their heads.

  “We held dinner for you.” Victor clapped him on the shoulder. “I hope you don’t mind going straight in with everyone else?”

  It wasn’t Victor who made Matías go still and his heart stop beating for a moment.

  A man passed through the room in conversation with Victor’s assistant, their heads bent together.