“I know you’re on birth-control and clean,” he said, lining the tip of his cock up with my entrance.
“I’m fucking you raw so you remember exactly who this pussy belongs to.”
He spread my legs as far apart as they would go, gripped my hip with one hand, and painfully shoved into me.
There was no adjustment period.
I bit down on my lip, tasting blood as my entire body shuddered from the brute force of his movements. It felt like being torn apart, I welcomed the pain, I could have gotten high off it but my body quickly responded to what he was doing to me. My arousal was soon drenching the shaft of his dick and coating the inside of my thighs. I clamped down on him tighter. He grabbed a fistful of my hair in approval. The cramped space was filled with the sound of my uninhibited moans–skin hitting skin, and the steady squeak of the sink shifting against the wall.
He slipped a hand around my throat and forced me to watch him fuck me in the mirror. My face was flushed pink, lips parted in a perfect O. My inner slut stared back at me cheering me on.
He gave me the hardest orgasm of my life without touching my clit once. I wasn’t sure if I yelled his name in my head or aloud, When I came, I gripped the sink so hard I lost temporary feeling in my fingers as heat pervaded through my entire body and I forgot the ability to stand.
He easily supported me, whilst continuing his savage fuck strokes, pushing deeper and deeper into me until he finally paused. His dick twitched as he came inside me. He pulled out and immediately tucked himself away.
I pushed my tits back in my torn tank-top as best as I could before slipping back into my hoodie. He stopped me from wiping the excess come dripping down my thigh away and pulled my shorts back up over the sticky mess.
Finally, he placed a gentle kiss on my lips and unlocked the door.
Still, we said nothing.
He intertwined our fingers and led me back to the main part of the diner. I gave a shameless little wave to the patrons who all stopped and stared at us as he paid for our meal, and earned a beautiful dimpled smile from Mateo. There was a small round of applause from a booth in a back corner when we made our departure.
It wasn’t until we were in the Mustang again and he placed a possessive hand on my bare knee that I realized how screwed I was.
I still had my uses for him, but they were nothing like I’d originally intended. I’d let him inside me, and that ruined everything. Our story now began in that shitty bathroom in a tiny diner with him bending me over the sink.
It wasn’t supposed to happen this way, but life had a penchant for throwing people curveballs.
I never intended to fall in love with a drug lord, and our kind of love was doomed from the first start.
Part two
White lines, pretty baby, tattoos.
Don't know what they mean.
They're special, just for you.
White palms, baking powder on the stove.
Cooking up a dream, turning diamonds into snow.
–Lana Del Rey–
Chapter Seven
There was always something that needed to be done.
Elias, Sergio, and afalconnamed Teddy patiently waited to see what I wanted them to do. I finished my text to Elena and looked up to my brother’s amused grin.
“What the fuck are you smiling at?”
“You’ve always been a patient man, Mateo, but not to this extent––and never with a woman.”
I thumbed my chin, setting my phone down on the table beside a stack of cash and customized handgun. Sometimes I thought my baby brother operated on the same wavelength as me. He was the only person in the world aside from ourmãewho understood my thought process and little quirks.
“I like her, so what? What’s your point?” I shrugged. Elena was different. She was her own person and didn’t give a shit what anyone around here thought of her.
