The Castro’s and DeAnde’s have been enemies since long before my birth, and my father takes every opportunity he can to hurt or kill those who bear the DeAnde name. He’d never have a conversation with Andres, let alone come to whateverunderstandingAndres is hinting about.
“How unfortunate, seeing as my father will never agree to meet with you.” Papá murdered Andres’s father when we were in high school. There is no understanding these two could come to, and there is nothing about me or my life that Andres deserves to have any say in.
A small crowd gathers around us. A few of Maxim’s men begin fidgeting, almost like they’re trying to decide what to do. No one knows how to respond in the face of Andres’s sudden appearance. It’s pathetic. A member of the Sidorov family is being held at gunpoint and not one of their lackeys knows what to do to save him?
Do the Sidorovs not bother training their men? It’s like the gymnasium scene all over again. Not that I’m complaining. Things worked out to my benefit back then, but that's because we were all teenagers.
And I’m not so sure Andres being the one in control is to my benefit now.
“He will. You’ll see.” He hooks his finger under the edge of my panties and tugs me forward. “What was it you once told me? Hmmm.” He pauses, but not long enough for me to answer. “Cartel daughters marry for one of two reasons, right?”
I hiss when one thick finger slides between my lips to tease my slit.Holy—fuck.
The muscles in my legs tighten, and I struggle against the urge to squirm as desperate need ignites the blood in my veins. I forget what it felt like to be touched like this. To be touched by him.
My breathing morphs into short little pants, and I scramble to regain my composure. I won’t let Andres see how much he affects me.Come on, Leti. Get it together.But no matter how hard I try to slow my breathing, or how desperately I fight to smother the desire pooling low in my belly, he knows. I can see the triumph in his hooded gaze. His smug attitude in the way the corners of his mouth tug upward into a satisfied grin.
He knows exactly what he does to me.
“What were those reasons again,princesa?” he asks.
My mind is lost in a haze of lust, my body vibrating with desperate need.
“Ah, that’s right.” His smile takes on a cruel edge. “A cartel daughter marries to form an alliance.” He waves his gun at Maxim, assuming the truth of our arrangement. “Or…” his eyes darken, “she marries to settle a debt. Correct?”
Swallowing past the lump in my throat, I nod.
“Your father owes the DeAnde family one hell of a debt. Wouldn’t you agree?”
No. Not if it means Andres owns me. I am not cattle to be sold and traded before being led to slaughter.
“You should stop trying so hard,” I snap, though my harsh words lose some of their effect with how breathless my voice is when they come out. “I won’t be your prize, so how about less touching and more talking?” On second thought… “Actually, let's skip the talking, too. How about you just turn around and walk away. It shouldn’t be that hard for you, given that you’ve already done it before.”
A tic in his jaw lets me know that my words hit their intended mark.
Andres withdraws his finger from my center and a soft exhale slips past my lips, but my relief is short-lived when without warning, he thrust two fingers deep into my core as he pulls me against him, his hardened gaze daring me to deny him.
I gasp, unable to hold in the sound in as he finger fucks me right there for everyone looking to see. Without thought, I grasp at his shoulders, my nails digging into the expensive fabric of his suit.
My knees shake and my cheeks heat, indignation and desire both warring through me.
“You think that was trying?” he growls, his chin now resting against my breast. “You haven’t seen metrying,princesa.”
Someone nearby relieves him of his gun. I assume it’s one of his men because he relinquishes it without a struggle, using his now free hand to cradle the back of my thigh as I fly dangerously close to finding my release.
“Your father has many debts in need of settling,” Andres seethes, his voice deep and laced with hunger. “His biggest being owed to me after what he did to my father.”
I look down at him, holding his gaze and ignoring the trickle of fear that slips down my spine.
Oh God.I’m so close.
He continues his ministrations, expertly maintaining a ruthless rhythm while he speaks. “His hold on his territory is slipping. The deal with the Sidorovs is a band-aid at best, and your father knows it.”
“Wonderful.” My breath hitches. “But none of that explains why you’re here, or why you think you…” I shudder against his hold. “Have any right…”Shit.“To touch me.”
Andres lost that privilege when he took my fragile heart and stomped it mercilessly beneath the heel of his boot.
“Because you’re wrong,princesa.”
