El Diablo (Killer of Kings 6)

He slid a finger through her slit, moving down to plunge inside her. She cried out his name. Her husband’s name.

Xavier wasn’t done as he pressed her to the bed. The tip of his cock pressed at her entrance as he slid in deep. Gripping the sheet beneath her, she tried to hold onto her sanity, but Xavier was driving her crazy. His fingers teased her clit at the same time he rocked his cock within her. She felt so full, so fully taken by her man.

“Look at us, baby. See my cock going so deep inside you. That’s a fucking beautiful sight. So fucking pretty.”

Alesha turned her head, and there across from the bed was a massive mirror. She saw them both. The erotic scene excited her. Xavier’s body was hard, and she couldn’t stop staring.

Xavier pulled out enough so that she could see his cock. It was already wet with her arousal.

He pushed inside her, and she gasped. He was so deep, his erection throbbing.

“I’m not going to fucking last. Not after having those sweet lips around my dick. Fuck, baby, you are all mine. All fucking mine.” He pounded inside her, stroking her pussy, bringing her to the edge. She panted, the pressure growing higher and higher, and then she leapt over the edge. His name tumbled off her lips, like it always did.

This man.

This crazy assassin was now hers.

In the eyes of the law.

In their eyes.

She was his, and he was hers.

Xavier followed her into bliss, his cock swelling as he fucked her harder, going deeper as wave upon wave of cum spilled inside her.

He leaned over her, his lips at her neck as he sucked on her pulse. “This is just the start.”

She gasped as he pulled out of her. In the next second, even as his cum leaked from her pussy, he carried her through to the bathroom.

He turned on the shower, and he pulled her beneath the cold water with him. She let out a squeal, and he laughed.

“Xavier, what the hell?”

“I’m protecting my woman.”

“Not from getting cold.” She wiped the water from her eyes. When her vision was clear once again, she saw him smiling.

It wasn’t just any kind of smile though. This one was genuine, filled with love. It was the kind of smile that she’d only ever seen him give to her.

“What is it?” she asked.

“I never thought there would come a day when I’d be so happy.”

“You’re happy?”

“Yes, Alesha.” He cupped her face. “You have no idea.”

He didn’t need to tilt her head back as she was already staring at him.

“You make me so happy. Seeing you today, knowing that you gave up the idea of a sweet church wedding, it did something to me.”

Three days ago, she’d stormed into the house, angry at everything. The church they’d arranged to have their wedding had rearranged their dates three times. The flowers she wanted were a ridiculous price, and the woman refused to make her a lemon cake for her wedding. The bridal shops she went to had been rude to her about her size. Then, of course, the actual guests were hard to pin down. As Xavier had warned, there was a risk of not all the guests being able to attend.

Organizing her wedding wasn’t supposed to be stressful.

She had told him that she was done trying to give him the perfect wedding. Within three days, they were in Vegas, with a few of their guests … and it had been perfect. They had shared a cream cake with each other. It was a day that many would have hated, but for Alesha, it had been a dream come true.

So long as she was with Xavier, what did the details matter?