When she rests her fingers on the glossy black surface, I push her back into a bow so her hair falls over her face.
I take in her round ass, perfect and lush. The kind you want to spank or pound into just to see it move. I’ll do that another time. She needs to get used to me first before we cross over to the darker side.
I take my cock and glide my erection over the smooth, bare skin of her pussy, rubbing over the lips as I tease her folds open.
When I push into her, her knees quiver, so I grab her hips and slide deeper into her pussy, loving the feel of her wetness and heat both coating my cock at the same time.
She moans, the sound begging me to fuck her the way I did last night—hard and fast—but I slow on purpose because I want her to beg me.
She grabs her right breast and squeezes. I notice that’s another one of her sexy-as-hell habits I’m starting to crave.
She squeezes harder and moans when I start a slow, steady pump into her. I grab her hair and lace my fingers through it to fist a handful. That makes her stop, and fear suffuses her face like she just remembered who I am.
“Bad girl, you want me to go faster, don’t you?”
Her breath catches, but she manages to speak. “Yes, faster. Please.”
“Please? You sound like you’re begging me.” I speed up, but not the way she wants, or I want for the matter. Her pussy is still tight considering how many times we’ve done this, and my cock is aching to unleash and burst. “Are you begging me, sweet Lucia?”
“Yes. Please, Alejandro, fuck me.”
After hearing those words, not even I can keep control. My heart jumps like a wild animal in my throat and the beast takes over.
I ram in deeper, making her cry out, then I thrust relentlessly and ruthlessly, consuming her body.
Lust holds me captive, and her, too, making her take what I give her. I know I’m fucking her too hard, too rough, but I can’t stop. Even when my awareness returns and I think I might hear someone in the passageway, I don’t stop, and I don’t stop groaning either.
Whoever it is, is going to know we’re in here having sex, and I don’t fucking care.
I don’t hear the sound anymore. What I hear and care about is the woman I’m claiming with my cock, so I continue to drive into her with animal fierceness, allowing hunger to meet hunger. I give it to her, giving her body what it demands of me, and I realize this is no longer about me anymore.
It’s about us as we give and take. I take and give, but she does the same to me, and I can’t control that.
I piston harder when she comes, her pussy walls gripping my length. Then, moments later, I come, too, hammering my release into her.
Hot cum erupts from me an floods her, mixing with her juices, and almost instantly, I want more.
That’s what hooks me on Lucia Ferreira for the next few weeks. That need for more and the fantasy of escaping reality inside her.
My days are spent in frustration searching through Eduardo’s things only to come up with nothing to answer the questions hanging over my head. Day by day, I search and only end up feeling more frustrated than I was the day before.
When I’m not looking through his things, I’m trying to keep track of my men and the others we’re tracking.
The only option I’m left with is to wait. Fucking waiting in the dark again until El Diablo decides to strike next.
The helplessness makes me feel like my hands are tied behind my back. As if someone has brought me to my knees and bound me, stopping me from doing anything.
What keeps me sane is coming home to Lucia at night and burying myself so deeply in her I forget I’ve been turned into this powerless version of myself.
I’m so transfixed by her that by Friday morning, when I get to the office and realize I have so many meetings with my international clients that I’ll be home too late to see her, I send for her.
I do so against the warning telling me to watch it with this woman.
The day she stops being a plaything is the day I’ll be in trouble, and she will ruin me.
She’ll leave when her father’s debt is paid. She’s young and exceptionally intelligent. She’s beautiful, and even if she hasn’t said it, I know she wants her own family.
Leaving me is what will give her all those things, but I’m so sick of denying myself what I want that I decide to be reckless and do the wrong thing by giving in to temptation.