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I did as he asked, my voice rising in pitch as he fucked me harder. "Mateo! Yes! Mateo!" My body shook with pleasure as the climax tore through me like a freight train. My moans turned into guttural cries as he thrust faster and harder.

His eyes shone with satisfaction as he watched me, his grip on my thighs tightening. My pussy clenched around him, contracting non-stop as another orgasm hovered. I didn’t think I could take anymore, but he showed nosigns of stopping. My moans grew louder, my cries more desperate as the pleasure continued to build within me. With another cry of his name, I came again, tears leaking from my eyes as I succumbed to the ecstasy. A dark grin spread across his face as he watched me unravel beneath him.

"Elena," he murmured my name, his voice low and tender. "You are truly exquisite.” The intensity of my orgasm seemed to spur him on, his pace unrelenting, his eyes never leaving mine.

As the waves of pleasure ebbed and flowed, I felt his rhythm change once more. He was close, I could feel it. The tension in his body, the ragged breaths, the way his eyes had darkened to a shade of amber. "Say my name," he demanded.

"Mateo," I moaned, my voice hoarse.

"Don’t stop. Keep going."

I did as he asked, continuing to moan his name over and over again, my mind lost in ahaze and so far gone from reality. His endurance was astonishing. And the way he seemed to be fully in the moment, yet still the calculating crime lord fully in control as I came apart again and again. Even the way he came was controlled, his body tensing with a quiet intensity. I could feel his cock throbbing, pulsing with a need to release. I was entranced by the sight of him, my own body still trembling from the orgasms that had just rocked me. As he got closer and closer, I could feel the tension in the air, the energy between us reaching a fever pitch. My voice was strained from the cries of his name, but I didn't stop. I couldn't stop.

Finally, he let out a guttural groan, and I could feel his cock twitching inside me as he reached the peak of his pleasure. He released my thighs and kissed me deeply as my legs flopped onto the bed, nipping at my lower lip before pulling away. “I need more of you.” He murmured, kneading my breasts roughly. Hetrailed kisses down my neck, nipping at the sensitive spots while his hands explored my body, caressing my curves as he moved toward my pussy.

“Mateo,” I protested weakly. “I can’t.” There was no way I could keep going.

"You can, and you will." He promised, his voice low and intense. “I’m far from done with you, beautiful.” He continued to kiss his way down my stomach, taking his time to explore every inch of my skin. His lips moved lower, and then he was there, spreading me apart and licking from top to bottom. I bit down on my lower lip and whimpered, crying out when he pushed his tongue inside me. Time seemed to lose all meaning as the cycle started all over again.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

MATEO

I glanced at the family, bound and helpless, covered faces pressed to the hard floor.

My brother was a dark silhouette against the wall, his posture relaxed while some of our men prepared oil drums in the middle of the room. The stench of fear and sweat clung to the air, mixed with a hint of blood. It was all background noise to me, an annoyance I could have gone without. I would much rather have been with the beautiful woman who I’d left sleeping in my bed.

The image of her naked body was a masterpiece, with its enticing curves and smooth skin, that consumed my thoughts. Her hair was a wild mess on the pillow, the strands tangled and begging to be pulled and wrapped around my fist. However, this current situation provided a brief respite for both of us. It had been a long day and an even longer night.

I fucked Elena until my balls ached and she was damn near delirious from coming back-to-back on my fingers, tongue, and dick. The taste of her was still on my lips like an addictive drug I wanted to devour all over again. Her juices and blood still decorated my cock like a trophy. My back was a patchwork of angry red scratches--souvenirs from the fiery hellcat I pinned beneath me. When I fucked her again every thrust had been met with sharp claws digging into my flesh, leaving behind marks that would surely scar. I didn't mind. It was poetic in a sense, even as she begged me to stop, she’d claimed me too.

“I'm guessing everything went smoothly with my soon-to-be sister-in-law?” Elias joked, breaking into my thoughts and accurately predicting where they were focused.

“Everything is going according to plan.” I glanced at my watch and waited for the minute hand to complete one full cycle before continuing.

“She’s completely different from Evie,” I confirmed what he really wanted to hear.

“Thank fuck for small miracles.” He pushed himself off the wall and came to stand next to me with a grin on his face. I could hear the relief in his voice. He wanted me to have a partner who would be by my side forever, someone who could strengthen our family ties.

And I wanted the same for him.

Family was everything in our world, and despite the age gap between Elena and myself, and her family being new money while I came from a long line of wealth, the game of roulette was working exactly as it was always intended. I couldn't deny that her parents were skilled players, even if they ultimately lost. Elena had all the potential to be just as ruthless as they’d been. She was a canvas full of potential. The cracks and imperfections only made her more perfect for me, something I could manipulate and corrupt to my heart’s content.

Our union would be even stronger because of it. I was fully aware of how people would perceive our relationship when the news broke that she was the only woman in my life. My plan was to let them speculate until I could reveal the whole truth. My family, a select few close friends, and I knew the real story. That's all that mattered to me. She was mine--to pleasure, to mold, to protect, and perhaps even to destroy if necessary. I wasn’t that concerned about that last bit.

I trusted my instincts when it came to making decisions, big and small. With an endless wealth of knowledge and memories gained from watching over her for the past five years, I had a clear understanding of what to expect. I couldn't remember the last time I had been this excited about something.

As the clock struck two in the morning, the heavy metal door slid open effortlessly, bringing in a warm breeze that I breathed in.

My mind instantly switched into business mode, shutting out all other thoughts. Alfredo, my doorman, escorted the man of the hour inside and then quickly stepped back out, closing the door behind him. "Joshua, I hope you weren't too busy," I greeted him with a hint of sarcasm as I took in his disheveled hair, bare feet, striped boxers, and wrinkled white shirt. Elias chuckled under his breath and reached for his gun.

Joshua paid no attention to my baby brother or me. His focus was fixed on the hooded figures in front of us.

"I apologize for not introducing you earlier. Josh, this is Ryan, Denise, and their daughter who just turned twenty today. Congratulations are definitely in order." As I pointed to each person, their hoods were each removed by one of my men, but they remained gagged. I wanted Joshua to be aware that I knew he had a daughter around the same age.

Another of my men began opening the drums behind us, causing Joshua's eyes to widen with understanding. My family was known for specific methods of execution, and this was one of them.

"What is going on?" Joshua asked, his voice trembling.

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