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I’m not above torturing Axel Reyes for information. Desperate times call for desperate measures. Axel’s life is expendable to me, just like the sorry son of a bitch who let Gabrielle Maestas onto the property. I leave Thalia behind at the house and make my way to the head of my security team.

They aren’t supposed to let anyone outside of the family onto the property. It makes the whole situation more suspicious that I have never even brought Gabrielle to this property before. The governor is on my payroll, but only because he had been on my fathers. Unlike my father, I’m not sure if I can trust him. Much less his daughter.

After talking with security, I walk back to the house and find Thalia in the bathroom, applying her makeup. She doesn’t hear me when I enter, and I stand, watching her through the door. She’s still in my black t-shirt that hits her mid-thigh, her full legs on display. She’s wearing a black spa headband with two red devil horns and a pair of hideous monster slippers.

I reach into my pocket and press the remote. Her body goes tight, and her arms fall to the sink. The faint sound of buzzing reaches my ears just as her head drops forward. I walk through the bathroom door and lean against the frame.

“Honey, I’m home.” I hit the remote two more times, picking up the pace, when she draws her glare from the sink back up to me.

“Fuck you, Silas.”

I smile and turn up the vibrator up to the max speed. She holds on to the counter and pushes her back out. I stalk behind her and run a hand up the oversized shirt. I run two fingers over her clit, and she lets out a whimper.

“Mmmm. So wet for Daddy.” She rocks her ass back into me, and her body begins to loosen. Her knuckles turn white and her breathing becomes heavy. I stop the vibrator, and she whips her head around to face me. She looks so cute with the devil-horned headband and the desperate gleam in her eyes. I give her a wink, and that gleam in her eyes becomes murderous.

“You’re fucking sick in the head,” she says.

“You love it,” I reply.

I leave her there seething, and I undress to shower. I make sure to make every moment slow and deliberate. I take off my boots and socks first, then slowly unbutton my jeans. Her eyes stay locked on my hands, and I bring the jeans down to step out of them. She makes eye contact with the bulge in my briefs and turns back toward the mirror. I pull my shirt up and over my head, watching her eyes in the mirror.

She continues to apply powder to her cheeks. Like I’m just a fly on the wall. I remove my briefs and free my hard cock. I fist it a few times, watching her through the mirror as her cheeks redden, then step into the shower, but keep the sliding glass door open. Hot water hits my back, and I moan loud at the burning sensation. I pick back up where I was and stroke my cock. I don’t look at her, but I can feel her gaze on me. I exaggerate a few moans and continue to pump my cock into my fist, stopping to massage the pierced head. I pump harder and faster, thinking of the way she’ll beg and plead to have me inside of her. Filling her. Fucking her.

I finally look up to find her eyes frozen on me, her legs squeezed and her lips parted. My balls tighten and white, creamy liquid shoots from the head as I grunt in satisfaction. It takes everything in me not to get out and fuck her with the way she is staring at me. I shut the glass door and turn the water to ice cold. Colder than the icy glare she’s giving me.

For the last seven years, I haven’t celebrated Christmas. The holiday came and went, and I didn’t notice. Most of the men in Los Peregrinos felt the same way, so we spent the day drinking. Thalia, however, is used to being around people. I had spent a fair share of holidays alone, but I don’t want Thalia to feel alone with me. So, as much as I didn’t want to, I invited Ale and Efren over.

Ale because she is my cousin, and Efren because he had just been released from prison and deported to Mexico. Efren is the one who helped me escape prison, and I followed through with the promise I made him when I was in solitary confinement. Igave him a job and a home here in Mexico until I can get him back over to the United States. The only home he knows.

“I can’t believe you’re Adrian’s sister,” Efren says and shakes his head in disbelief. Efren had been Thalia’s brother, Adrian’s, accomplice when he was set up for drugs.

I pour myself a glass of Mezcal and watch as the three of them waste no time getting to know each other. Both Ale and Efren are acting as if they areherlong-lost family. I watch them from the kitchen, sitting in the living room and playing some dumbass card game that requires them to take shots when they lose a round.

I am less than thrilled with the way Efren and Ale are taking up our valuable time with their holiday bullshit. Ale had decorated the entire house while Efren cooked the food. Thalia ignored me to help them, and then she ignored me during dinner, as she laughed at their stupid jokes. Now, she is ignoring me to play some dumb game with them.

I watch as Thalia’s brows furrow as she reads the cards in her hand. She’s wearing a long black Balenciaga dress. Despite the long sleeves and length covering every inch of her body, I can still make out her distinct curves. Her curled hair hangs over her shoulder. She has on that bright red lipstick that makes it impossible for me to not want to devour her mouth.

I watch the three of them continue their game until I grow tired of them acting like the fucking three amigos. I turn on the vibrator and walk back into the living room when she jerks up from her knees. It’s on the lowest setting, but I can’t help but smile when I see her realization. I give her a wink.

“Are you okay?” Ale says. I bump the speed up and watch as Thalia tries to adjust herself.

“Yes. I… Excuse me. I need to go to the bathroom.” She gets up and rushes to the bedroom. I shrug and take another drink. Efren arches his brow at me. Just for the hell of it, I reach intomy jacket pocket and find the remote. I bump up the speed a few more notches before ascending the stairs to the bedroom, where she’s struggling with the tight fabric of her dress.

“Hijo de tu puta madre!”she murmurs under her breath. I grab her hands and shove her against the wall. She pants as she looks away from me.

“All you have to do is beg for my cock and I’ll remove the toy.” She bites down on her bottom lip to stop herself from moaning, but it escapes.

“Silas, please stop,” she pleads, closing her eyes.

“That’s just it, Thalia. I don’t think you want me to stop. I circle my knuckles around her nipples and watch them harden under her dress. I growl when I realize she’s not wearing a bra. I pinch her nipples, and she grasps the lapels of my suit.

I suck her bottom lip into my mouth and nibble on it. She pushes herself into me and slowly grinds against me. I offer my knee, squeezing it between her legs. I can feel the vibrations as she rubs her pussy against me. When her moans increase, I shut off the toy. She clenches my lapels and continues to find the friction she needs with her pussy rocking over my knee. I push away from her before she can find any release. Fury storms over her face.

“I hate you.” Her favorite phrase.

“Mmm, but your pussy says otherwise,” I tease.

I pull her dress up and pull out the vibrator. It’s coated with her arousal. I hold it up and examine it in front of her face. She swallows as I run my tongue around the surface of the toy. I can stand against her stubbornness. Match her energy. I can watch her wither under me, even as my dick strains against my pants. She will beg for my cock, or she will be left unsatisfied.

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