The next thing I know, my back is arching off the seat, and I cry out his name. “Andres!”
Fireworks explode behind my eyelids and wave after wave of pleasure washes over me, but Andres doesn’t stop there.
“All of it,princesa. I want everything you have to give.”
He milks every drop of my release from me until there is nothing left, leaving me spent and unable to breathe.
Chest heaving, my body trembles beneath him.
Slowly, he leans back and withdraws his fingers from my body.
I need to say something. To move. But I’m drained, my mind unable to think.
With a cocksure grin on his too handsome face, Andres tugs my panties off of me and flips me onto my stomach. I don’t register his intentions until he climbs onto the seat behind me and tugs my hips toward him. I hear the distinct sound of his belt loosening, followed by the sound of his zipper being drawn down.
“What are you doing?” My voice is breathless, and I know I’m in a precarious position.
“Fucking you.” Andres shoves my dress up, exposing my bare ass to his gaze. “And don’t lie to me and pretend you don’t want this.” He swipes his fingers through my drenched folds. “We both know that you do.”
I bark out a humorless laugh. He’s right. I want him to fuck me, but reality is a bitch, and she’s making her presence known.
“So, was it always your plan, then?”
I don’t bother putting up a fight. What would be the point? I can’t stop him. Andres is both bigger and stronger than I am. If this is how my future is to be stolen from me, so be it. I won’t beg or plead with him to release me. I’ve accepted my fate before. I can do so again.
“What are you talking about?”
How stupid does he think I am?
“You think by ruining me, you’ll stick it to my father?” I close my eyes, readying myself for what he will do. “Go ahead, then. Do it.”
Andres stills behind me. I don’t know if he hesitates because of my words or because of his own reservations, but I’m not done yet. I want him to know exactly what he is doing. To take responsibility for his actions, knowing the full weight of the consequences I’ll be left to face as the result of his next move.
Andres may try to sweep his earlier sins aside and make excuses for his absence in my life. But this—stealing the best chance I have of a life of my own—this is a betrayal that cannot be swept under the rug.
Andres’s bare cock presses against my entrance.
“But you should know that by fucking me, you’re not only destroying my future. You’re giving my father exactly what he wants.”
Hearing my words, he freezes.
“Destroying your future?” he asks, and there is genuine confusion in his voice. Or at least he wants me to believe there is. Andres is one of the smartest people I know. It wouldn’t surprise me if this was all just some elaborate game and, given the likelihood that it is, I won’t allow myself to fall for it.
“How does claiming what is rightfully mine destroy your future?”
I ignore the possessiveness of his words. The fact that I am most definitely not his is an argument best saved for another day.
With that in mind, I crane my neck to look back at him over my shoulder. Meeting his amber gaze, I take in his position, noting that he’s unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his muscular chest. He’s already lined up to take me, and I can tell it requires all of his restraint to keep him from doing so.
“You know what life is like for cartel daughters. You know the expectation that I am to remain pure.”
His mouth twists into a grimace. “I don’t care if you’re a virgin when I take you on our wedding day. You’ll be mine just the same, whether I claim you now or wait to take you then.”
“You truly intend to make me your wife?” I ask. “Despite the fact that you’ve yet to speak with my father?”
Eyes narrowing, he nods.
“Why?”
