Page 27 of Kiss of the Cartel

I carry it with me upstairs to my bedroom. Lena is waiting for me, wearing nothing but my T-shirt, sitting in the middle of the bed, legs crossed, hands on her knees like she’s meditating. Her eyes are hard question marks as she gazes at me. I smile as both my heart and my cock warm. I sit down on the edge of the bed and pull her to me, her legs straddling me, her knees on either side of my hips, her pelvis pressing against mine. My erection is hard against my zipper and I let it out, sliding easily into her. I hold her close to me, in my arms, not moving, just savouring.

“Is it done?” she asks.

I kiss her neck. “Yes. It’s all done. Arturo understands that you are family now. The most important family.”

She eases herself up and down on my cock, slowly, languid little thrusts. I allow her this small moment of control.

It’s torture, but I want to finish my thoughts. “We’ll be married, Lena. You’ll be my wife. The wife of a powerful cartel leader. There will be expectations. Can you handle that?”

She moves a little faster, her arms tighten around my shoulders as she drops her face into the crook of my neck. “Do I have a choice?” she whispers.

"No," I tell her, my voice steady despite the amazing squeeze of her pussy tempting me to lose all semblance of thought.

"Good," she whispers. "I don't want anyone but you."

“We’ll have children. Your job will be to raise them, protect them. Be a mother. Can you do it?” I ask her, running my hands from her back down to her hips. "Life hasn't been kind to you. Maybe you don't want this responsibility."

"I want it," she whispers, her breath hot in my ear. Her lips as they stroke down my collarbone.

I slide my hands under the T-shirt, feeling the softness of her back, the strength of her muscles. The curve of her breasts.

“You will never stray. You will never leave me.”

“I won't,” she says softly, a little breathily as she moans.

“I won’t either,” I promise.

She groans as I shift, her fingers digging into my back.

“And you will never put yourself in the line of fire, Lena. Even for me.”

She pulls back and looks at me, into my face and stops rocking on my cock. “I can’t lose you, Luis. The thought makes me lose my breath.”

I bark a small laugh as I thrust up into her. “It’s my cock making you lose your breath.”

“Can I still train?”

I think about this as she trails bites up my neck until she reaches my ear. She nuzzles me, nips the lobe and then clenches her pussy, tightening it around me. Fuck, she’s persuasive. “Yes. If you keep doing that, you can still train. But only to protect the children.”

She giggles, then she gets serious. “What will they say? All the people? I’m not a good Catholic girl.”

I flip her around and drop her on the bed so she’s under me, my cock still buried inside her. “They’ll say that you are Mrs. Ramirez, and they’ll respect you.” I’m fucking her faster now and I can tell by the clench of her thighs that she’s getting close. “And if they don’t, you have my permission to reach down their fucking throats and pull their hearts out.”

She comes then, with a hoarse cry as she cradles me in her arms, between her thighs. I fuck her faster, my thoughts on our future as my own orgasm grows. Our children, our life together, a beautiful fantasy spread out before me. It’s too much and I come, my seed coating the walls of her vagina, invading her womb.

"I love you," she whispers against me.

My arms spasm around her and I hold her like I've never held anyone in my life. "Same, sweetheart."

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