Dirty Promises

by Karina Halle

  And so I did. I dropped to my knees and crawled to the end of the bed. With one shaking hand, I wrapped it around Esteban’s hard length and prepared to put it in my mouth.

  “Make sure you watch him,” said Javier.

  I was hoping I wouldn’t have to look at Esteban at all. I took his cock in and met his eyes. I was hoping I could go out of focus and not really look at him, at the smug intensity, but Javier barked, “Act like you’re enjoying it!”

  I tried. But Javier wasn’t buying it, I could tell. He let out an aggrieved sigh.

  Suddenly he was climbing on the bed behind me, his hands grabbing my ass and squeezing it, kneading it. I began to melt into the motion and I started sucking Esteban with more passion. I was starting to become insatiable.

  Javier spread my cheeks apart and I briefly tensed as I felt his tongue slowly, laboriously, licking around the pucker before trailing down my crack.

  “You’re wet as sin,” Javier murmured into me, and the vibration of his low voice alone made my head spin. He rubbed his fingers along my slick folds, teasing my opening, my body begging for his penetration. “Maybe you like this after all.”

  He pushed two fingers, three fingers, four inside me, deep as he could go, while his mouth and tongue ravished me over and over again. I gasped, losing my concentration on Esteban, his shiny, hard cock bobbing in front of me. Javier then pressed his thumb into my ass, past the joint and I lost all control of my body.

  The orgasm ripped through me like a tidal wave. I cried out as every part of me quaked and shuddered. Javier barely slowed down, forcing me to come again quickly.

  The bliss was nearly unbearable. It took all that I had to keep tending to Esteban, who was now holding my head and pulling me back to him, forcing his cock into my mouth again.

  Javier brought his face and hands away and then I heard his fly unzip. Next thing I knew he was rubbing wet fingers around me before his cock slowly eased into my ass and I expanded around his hard width.

  With his hands tight, gripping my hips like he was trying to break me, he pushed himself in to the hilt and groaned.

  “So fucking tight, my queen. Dirty fucking queen,” he said between gasps as he began his rhythmic pumping.

  I felt like I was on some kind of drug, some kind of trip. Every nerve was a live wire, and I was drowning in this symphony of flesh, sandwiched between two crazed, possessive men that would normally never share me.

  I only belonged to one of them. Even though Esteban’s cock felt good in my mouth, in this wild, hedonistic heat of the moment, it was Javier as he thrust himself deep inside, who was mine.

  My king.

  And the man in control.

  As I was on the verge of coming again, Javier fingers stroking me now, Esteban began to tense up. He grabbed a fist of my hair, pulling sharply, and I could feel his ass muscles squeezing.

  “Fuck me, fuck, fuck,” he cried out softly as he came into my mouth, his hot cum dripping down my throat and out the corner of my lips.

  “You come like a girl,” Javier remarked to Esteban as he continued to fuck me from behind, my breasts swinging. I didn’t know if Esteban took offense to that jibe or not, because I was coming all over again, an explosion of stars that took me somewhere very far away.

  I could barely catch my breath. Letting go of Esteban, I collapsed onto the mattress, trying to muster reality from a lustful high. Javier slowly pulled himself out, still hard. For whatever reason, he hadn’t come yet. That wasn’t his style.

  “Now we’re just getting started,” Javier said. He climbed off the bed, walking around to where Esteban was. His hard cock was in his tightly fisted hand, but otherwise he was still dressed. He gestured at Esteban who was still reeling from his orgasm.

  “You, get on the bed and fuck her,” Javier commanded.

  I blinked. We weren’t done?

  Esteban seemed to hesitate as well. He’d just come after all, though he’d proved to me before that he was something of a machine. It wasn’t sex that turned him, it was the violence and danger of it all and there wasn’t anything more dangerous than what we were doing now.

  “Take her on her back, edge of the bed, right here.” Javier was determined, his tone flinty. “Be rough with her, I don’t mind. I’m sure she doesn’t either.”

  “Do you want to give me a minute,” Esteban muttered. “I don’t really get a fucking boner on command.” He started stroking his cock while Javier watched him with cold eyes.

  As I’d thought, it didn’t take Esteban long to get somewhat hard again.

  “Get on with it,” Javier commanded.

  “What’s the hurry?” Esteban said but obeyed nonetheless. He reached for me and flipped me over so that I was on my back, and even though he’d just come, the man was ready for me all over again. He climbed on top of me, and while taking a rough grip of my hips, thrust his cock inside me. I had barely recovered, my body still throbbing.

  “That’s right,” Javier said, now standing right above me, his own cock poised straight out. “Just like that.”

  Esteban’s expression intensified as he pinned me to the mattress, smoothly grinding his hips into mine, his cock diving in and out between my legs.

  Then Javier said something I’d never expected him to say.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  Javier

  Esteban gave the whole show away. He was just a little too into it, too much acting. Then there was Luisa who was trying not to meet his eyes, looking guilty as hell. They both thought they were acting, but their actions didn’t match. It shouldn’t have been this way. It shouldn’t have been the truth.

  It wasn’t easy having to watch it all unfold. Seeing her with him and having all my darkest, most destructive suspicions confirmed.

  But it had to be done. If I had called either of them out on their affair, they would have denied it anyway. Here, here, in front of my goddamn fucking face, I could see their connection. Her guilt. And his smug smile, the one that silently told me he’d had his way with her before. That this was just the icing on the cake. That he thought he had pulled a fast one on me.

  I tried not to think about the timeline, the logistics, when this had started between them. Was it before Alana’s death? The beginning of our marriage? Or had it started here at the ranch? Maybe it was somewhere in between.

  Regardless, by the way they worked each other’s bodies, they knew each other very, very well.

  I wanted nothing more than to let the rage enslave me. I wanted to kill the both of them, right here, right now.

  And on top of it all, on top of the anger that was choking me, causing my lungs to burn and my vision to swirl, there was hurt.

  Stupid, foolish fucking hurt. I didn’t think I had it in me anymore. To feel. To bleed. More than that, I deserved this hurt. I knew I did. But it didn’t change a thing. It didn’t stop my heart from plummeting to its death.

  But I couldn’t do it now. Couldn’t kill them now. I wasn’t ready yet. I wasn’t done.

  “Esteban,” I croaked out while he continued to fuck my wife just inches away. Luisa peered up at me as I stood right above. “It’s my turn.”

  Esteban slowed his thrusting, the sweat building on his back, and then looked up at me. His eyes were feverish with lust, and he was annoyed I was interrupting his little fuckfest. Luisa giving him head wasn’t good enough for him — he wanted to be deep inside of her. He wanted his claim.

  He wouldn’t get it.

  I stroked my cock, my eyes locked on Este’s in challenge, and I smiled.

  “Suck me off. Return the favor.”

  Now I had his attention. He looked like he wanted to murder me, which made my smile wider. He thought he was in control here? He was wrong. In this play, I had all the power. I always did.

  “Didn’t know your gate hinged that way,” Esteban said, trying to sound cool, but I could see the disgust in his eyes. He wasn’t disgusted by the fact that I was a man and he was a man, but because submitting to me w
as the last thing he was prepared to do. But he would do it.

  “It doesn’t,” I told him. “But you seem like you were born to suck my dick. I’m just giving you the chance to live up to your potential.”

  His glare deepened, his face growing red.

  I was enjoying this far too much. He should have been glad I wasn’t flipping him over and fucking him in his hairy ass. Maybe he was too afraid he’d enjoy it. At least this way I could watch every agonized moment on his face.

  I quickly reached down, shoving up my pant leg and pulling out my gun. Luisa gasped and Esteban froze, mid-thrust, as I waved it in front of their faces. I cocked the hammer for impact, the sound sweet.

  “I don’t have all night,” I told him, and I pressed my cock in his face. “Don’t make me ask you again, or I’ll be putting this gun in your mouth instead.”

  “Javier …” Luisa protested softly.

  I gave her a wry look. “Shut the fuck up. You want to play the game, just take what he’s giving you, and I’ll take what he’s going to give me.” I looked back to Esteban. “Now, open up, sunshine.”

  If looks could kill, I’d have been a dead man twice over. But I was the man with the gun, not him.

  With great reluctance, Esteban opened his mouth and took me in. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t feel good, but the humiliation on his face made it so much better.

  “You suck dick like a girl too,” I told him with a grin. “Where’d you learn to do that, hmmm?”

  He paused and I pressed the gun against his forehead, trying to make a mark. “Keep going, you fuck, and act like you like it.”

  He went back to it and somehow managed to keep fucking Luisa at the same time. But of course he managed, because the two of them had an ease with each other that made me physically sick. That was all I really needed to know the truth. It’s all I needed to see.

  “All right,” I said after a minute, grabbing him by the hair. “I’ve had enough. You’re so good at sucking cock, Este, it’s a bit concerning. And while I really would enjoy coming all over your goddamn ugly face, I think you’ve gotten my point.” I pulled out of his mouth, gripped my gun, and pistol-whipped him across the face.

  Luisa screamed and Este fell on top of her, blood spraying everywhere.

  “And that’s just in case you didn’t.”

  He looked up at me, moaning and holding the side of his cheek where the blood rained down.

  “You think I don’t know,” I said, trying to stay in control, to keep my voice from shaking. All I could feel was the tar-black rage threatening to consume me.

  Luisa quickly crawled out from under Esteban, but I caught her arm before she could run to the door. I whipped her backward onto the bed, keeping the gun trained on her.

  “Don’t think I wouldn’t put a bullet in your brain, you lying fucking bitch.” I gritted my teeth and black dots filled my vision, pulsing with the spreading anger. Though I had told myself I wouldn’t harm her, seeing the truth in their eyes hurt more than I thought possible. It didn’t matter what I had done before, or that this was some sick karma.

  Because, beneath it all, I knew I deserved this and worse.

  But knowing didn’t stop the rage. It only fueled it.

  “Javier, please,” she said. She didn’t say more than that. There was nothing else she really could say, and she knew it.

  I shook my head. “And with him. God, Esteban, you must have thought you were so fucking smart doing that. Trying to one-up your patron again.” He sat beside Luisa, naked and pathetic, holding his face while his eyes danced between agony and fear. “But you know you’re not leaving this room alive. You know it. How does that make you feel?”

  “Okay, knowing I’ll die with a bigger dick than you,” he answered.

  I shrugged and aimed the gun at him. “Whatever makes you feel better.” Then I paused and aimed it at his dick. “On second thought, I don’t want you to feel better at all. And what could feel worse than having your dick shot off, hey?”

  My finger pressed against the trigger.

  And suddenly the room shifted to the left as an enormous roar filled my ears and everything was aglow, shrapnel flying everywhere. I hit the ground as parts of the roof rained down on me. There were screams, I could smell smoke, and I didn’t know which way was up until I heard Diego’s voice, so small and tinny, and then his hands on my shoulders, pulling me up.

  “Come on,” he said, maybe he was shouting, I didn’t even know where I was for a second. As he hauled me out of the room I looked back in the room to see Luisa and Esteban gone and embers falling down from the ceiling like snow.

  “Luisa,” I said before I broke into a coughing fit.

  “Borrero is on it,” Diego said and he brought me into the hallway, shielding me as we went. Blasts of gunfire came from the kitchen but there was no time to dwell on it as we headed for the basement door. Between staccato shots, a man screamed in agony. I had no idea who it belonged to.

  We quickly ran down the dark staircase and into the basement. The single bulb swung from the commotion, casting the room with an eerie glow and beneath it all was Evaristo, bound to the cot and looking at us with wide eyes.

  “Get him!” I yelled at Diego, my voice struggling to be heard above the gunfire upstairs. “We can’t afford to leave him behind.”

  Not because I had any sentiment for him but because he knew too much about my escape route and if he was questioned by anyone for a second, he would give it all up. After all, I was the monster that tortured him.

  Diego gave me a look and then pushed me forward so that I was in the closet. I squeezed past the hot water heater and pushed on the brick wall as I heard him undo Evaristo and they quickly followed.

  Once on the other side, Diego closed the door behind him and there was only the tunnel in front of us leading us to freedom.

  “What the fuck is going on?” I asked them. Diego had Evaristo by the scruff of his neck and I noted with a strange pang of sympathy that the man could barely walk.

  “I’d ask you the same thing,” Diego said and nodded down at my crotch. My fly was unzipped, my cock just poking out.

  I grimaced and quickly did it up. I eyed Evaristo. “Is this the federales?”

  Evaristo didn’t say anything at first and Diego pulled him along as we hurried down the tunnel.

  “Could be Tijuana,” Diego said, “if they got wind of what you were after.”

  “Could be the Zetas too,” I said.

  “Could also be my guys,” Evaristo managed to say, struggling to keep up. “Bomb blast to get you running, not uncommon.”

  I eyed him sharply. “Seems like you could lose innocent lives that way.”

  He smiled, his lips still puffy from the beating, his cheeks black and blue. “No one is innocent in Mexico, patron.”

  Unfortunately, he was right about that.

  “And you didn’t see this coming?” I asked him.

  He shook his head and then winced, a piece of matted hair falling on his forehead. “I’ve been with you. And even if I did know something, I wouldn’t tell you. You’re not torturing me anymore.”

  The tunnel curved to the right, the thick dirt walls blotting the view in front of us, and for a moment there I feared that perhaps there was no way out. I’d never actually done a test in this finca, let alone any of the other ones.

  But then it straightened and you could see the end, a rough wooden ladder heading out of the ground. The lights above flickered as the ground shook from another blast, albeit further away, and then went out.

  Diego’s flashlight went on in a second.

  “Almost there,” he said and now I was thinking back to Luisa. Even though I had threatened to kill her moments earlier, now that I was faced with the possibility that she might be back there, she might be hurt, I couldn’t even bear it.

  “Are you sure Borerro has Luisa?” I asked Diego as we came to the ladder.

  He nodded. “I saw her run with Esteban out the door
before I got there. Borrero was right behind me. He and Morales, it’s their job to keep her safe.”

  I tried not to grit my teeth at the mention of Esteban. Just the fact that the two of them ran out of the room before I could even get out added insult to injury.

  Had this been their doing somehow?

  “Did …” I tried to think of a way to phrase my fears without losing face, “did it seem like Esteban was taking her.”

  “I’m sorry Javier, I do not know,” he said. “But what I do know is that you are safe. This ladder here will lead you to safety. That is my job.”

  I nodded and gripped the ladder for a moment, before climbing up.

  The top of the hole was covered in planks of wood. I pushed them up and to the side as the cool desert night assaulted my face and stars gazed down.

  I slowly got out, seeing silhouettes of trees. We were on the other side of the small hill, the finca obscured from view, even though the hill’s outline lit up with another bomb blast or gunfire fight.

  There was no time to panic. To worry about my empire. To be concerned about my wife.

  There was no time at all because the heavy, clattering sound of many AKs being aimed at you seemed to make time slow.

  “Put your hands above your head, Bernal,” a deep voice game from the direction of the trees. But they weren’t just trees. They were people.

  The blinding red dot of a sniper’s rifle shone in my face.

  I was surrounded by federales, each of them with a weapon trained on me.

  I couldn’t move, couldn’t even think.

  I heard Diego swear from beneath me on the ladder, still in the tunnel, and I knew he was running the other way, back to the finca. Maybe with Evaristo, maybe alone. He wasn’t abandoning me. He knew he wouldn’t have a shot.

  He knew I still needed him.

  “Javier Bernal,” that deep voice came again and footsteps seemed to echo through the earth. A wide-set man stopped feet away from me, his gun taking the stage. “You’re under arrest by the PFM. Surrender or we will take you in dead. We will gladly do it.”

  I swallowed and slowly put my hands up in the air, knowing I was caught and there was no way out of it.