Page 43 of Crave


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“If you don’t go right now, I’m going to pull this door shut and drag you onto the back seat of this car. Where I’m going to pull these pants from you so that I can press every bit of me inside your dripping wet cunt.”

“Fuck,” my chest heaves at the thought and I hesitate to climb from his thighs.

Looking around, the windows are misted over from our heavy breaths, blocking the view of us from those passing by on the street. For a moment, I think about letting him drag me back there. But the tiny backseat of this sports car is not where I want to remember my first time with him.

“I fucking want to, but I should go.” I begrudgingly climb from his lap and out of the car. Standing at the open door, I contemplate inviting him up. But I can’t bring myself to say the words.

I don’t know if he’s up there waiting for me.

After ensuring that I am alone, I’ve barely removed my shoes when I hear a knock at the door.

“What’s the matter,” I yell to Andres on the other side, “couldn’t take no for an answer.”

Twisting the knob, the door presses open with such force it almost knocks me off my feet. Stumbling backward, I find a familiar masked face storming toward me with a knife in his hand.

“I don’t need permission to fuck my cunt,mi reina.”

He slams the door behind him, grabs me, and holds the knife against my throat hard enough that I can feel it pressing into my skin as he forcefully walks me to the kitchen counter.

Moving the knife, he bends me over the counter and slides it through the thin leather of the belt at the back of my pants. After nicking the waistband with the tip of the blade, he drops the knife to the ground and roughly tears the fabric of my pants until they are loose enough to yank them over my hips.

Pinning me to the cold counter, my ruined clothes squeeze around my thighs, and he shoves into me as he snarls, “Tell me,mi reina. Do you think you could identify me by my cock? Or would you finally need to see my face?”

Fucking me hard and fast, I’m about to come when he pulls out of me. His hand presses against my back, forcing me to stay bent against the counter as he vigorously fists himself behind me. He moans and I feel his warm cum splatter over my bare ass.

Releasing his hold on me, I hear him zip himself back into his slacks. His deep, gravelly voice moves away from me as he whispers roughly, “I’ve told you before, greedy sluts don’t get to come. And we both know you already came tonight.”

thirty six

ANDRES

“Don’t even think about tending to that needy ache between your thighs,” my voice is deep as I threaten her from the doorway. “Or I might fuck you for all of eternity and never let you come again.”

Leaving Alexys unsatisfied, I leave her apartment as abruptly as I entered and drive back across the city to my apartment. I am a few blocks away when a message pops up on my dash.

ALEJANDRO

You home?

No. About 10 minutes away.

I’ll be there when you arrive.

Driving past my building to enter the parking garage, I watch the doorman let Alejandro into the building. One of the many pros and cons of living two buildings down the block from your big brother and business partner is that there is no time limit as to when meetings occur.

By the time I take the elevator to the top floor, Alejandro has already let himself in to my apartment. He has already poured himself a drink and made himself comfortable on my couch when I walk through the door.

“We have a problem,” he blurts out before I’ve even shut the door behind me.

“Fuck,” I drop my keys on the table. “Can I at least get a drink before you completely ruin my night?”

I pour myself a double shot of tequila on the rocks before taking a seat in the chair across from Alejandro and wait for him to fill me in on the never-ending plight of issues that come with running a drug empire.

“Rumors are circulating rapidly around Padilla, Garcia is on a rampage about his fucking brother,” his tone is grim as he speaks.

“No one knows who the fuck we are,” I interrupt him. “He can’t retaliate against a couple of ghosts.”

“Four men are missing from Los Cangrejos,” he continues. “Rafael already found the families of two of them murdered in their homes. Every last one of them, children too, raped and mutilated.”

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