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She screams, her body tensing as the sensation sends her hurtling over the edge. Ecstasy crashes through her veins exploding, making her writhe in the sweetest torment.

Her asshole clamps down around my cock like a vise, squeezing me so tight it's almost painful. I roar at the sensation, giving in to it.

My own orgasm rips through me, the intensity stealing my breath. I spill into her in hot spurts, filling her up, marking her from the inside out as mine. Always fucking mine.

She collapses onto the bed beneath me, trembling and gasping. I follow her down, pressing open-mouthed kisses across her shoulders and the back of her neck, worshipping her sweaty skin with my tongue.

She reaches for me, threading her fingers through my hair. "I love you," she whispers, turning her face to meet my gaze. "I love you so damn much, Naz."

"Mi alma," I rasp, my voice raw. "Mi cielito. Mi todo." I never want to move, never want this moment to end. I want to stay buried inside her, right fucking here, forever.

Chapter Fourteen

Brynna

I'm wrapped in Naz's arms, his body half on top of me, when something startles me awake. My eyes pop open, my heart pounding against my ribcage.

"Naz," I whisper, reaching up to shake him awake.

But he turns his head, the whites of his eyes locking with mine. He heard it too.

"Shh," he murmurs, his voice barely audible as he slowly slides off me. His hand skims my side, squeezing my hip before disappearing over the side of the bed. He doesn't find whatever he's looking for. I know because his body goes rigid.

"Naz, what is it?"

"My fucking gun is missing."

"No, príncipe, it's not."

I cry out, cowering against Naz as Nicolas's voice sounds in the dark. The overhead light flicks on, momentarily blinding me.

My heart jolts against my breastbone in a terrifying thud when the haze clears. Nicolas looms in the doorway of the bedroom, a gun in his hands. He isn't alone. Another of Naz's men looms beside him, terrifyingly huge, leering at me.

"You motherfuckers," Naz growls, rolling out of the bed to confront them. He pulls me up with him, positioning his body in front of me as if he intends to use himself as a shield.

I don't think this works that way, though. Not tonight. Not this time. One of them—probably Nicolas—is the man who has been slipping information to my dad. He's been working for the man Naz hates more than anything. And he didn't come here to talk. He didn't take Naz's gun because he has good intentions.

He came to kill us.

"I told you that you had changed, príncipe," Nicolas says softly, stepping deeper into the room. "You should have killed me today. You knew then that I wasn't your man, but you let me walk away. You are weak, unworthy of your father's throne."

"So you went to Rojas? You betrayed your own people for that prick because you're mad at me? Naz snarls. "Fucking pathetic."

"You betrayed your people, Nazario." Nicolas nods at me. "You chose thatzungaover them."

Naz growls a warning, taking a threatening step toward him. "Watch your fucking mouth."

"You don't give the orders anymore, príncipe," Nicolas says coolly as he aims the gun directly at Naz's chest.

I can't stop the terrified whimper that crawls up my throat. My whole body trembles as I clutch Naz's arm, my nails digging into his skin. This can't be happening. It has to be a nightmare.

"Tie them up, Juan," Nicolas commands the giant, nodding toward us.

Juan advances on us, lengths of rope in his hands.

Naz shudders in rage, a terrifying growl rumbling up from his chest. "Don't touch her," he snarls. "It'll be the biggest fucking mistake of your life, Nicolas."

Nicolas smirks in response, his lips twisting cruelly as he swings the gun in my direction. "I'm happy to blow her pretty little head off instead, Nazario," he says. "Would that be better? You can watch the back of her skull explode, watch her brains splatter all over your bedroom wall. Is that what you want?"

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