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Her eyes go round. "What the hell are you doing?"

I smile at her this time. "Castigandotethe way a wife deserves to be fucked."

I drop to my knees and bury my face in her pussy, licking her with my flat tongue until she's arching off the bed.

"Dariooo," she screams before collapsing back in the mattress.

I pull myself to my feet and climb on the bed, over her. This time when I bury my cock inside her, I thrust and pump in long, measured strokes. I slide my hands up her belly and squeeze her tits, teasing her nipples, as she moans.

I'm getting closer. My dick is getting harder, and I'm ready to burst. I put hands around her neck and squeeze a little. Her eyes go fully round, and her mouth falls open, and I think she's going to cuss me out. Instead, she grinds against me until her long moan fills my room, and she's pulsating around me.

The blood rushes my ears and I lower myself over her. I sink my teeth in her neck and let myself come.

Chapter Eight

Ludovico never came. As it turns out, we are heading to meet him in neutral ground. Once the other members ofLa Alianzafound out about what happened, they called a meeting with the heads of the six organizations. Conrado Marte was ordered to bring Dario and me.

We land inRefugio de la Luz, the most neutral of grounds—the untouchable place. This small town between rivers is asantuariowhere violence of any type is not forbidden.

We are riding in the car with Dario's father and Gustavo. While they talk strategic positioning, I stare out to the green hills rush by and go over the story of how we fell in love and plotted the whole thing to be together. All in my head. How can I convince them when part of me is still so very hazy about Dario himself.

Yeah, he rocked my world.

Yeah, it was my idea to consummate.

But it was awkward as fuck getting dressed with my legs still shaking from the orgasms to go to his father's office, only to find out Ludovico wasn't coming. We retreated to our rooms and didn't see each other again until this morning. The doors stayedopen, I just stayed out of sight, trying to pray away the delicious ache between my thighs.

"We're here," the driver calls out.

Conrado and Gustavo step out first. Then close the door after them.

I turn to Dario. "We're not getting out?"

"Are you okay to do this?" he asks instead.

I hate that he doesn't answer my question and pay him in kind. "Do we have a choice?"

He shakes his head. "They'll call when they need us."

I nod. "Who's on our side?"

A faint smile ghosts over his lips. "La Sombra, Los Reyes, La Muerte." Then he touches his fingers to my cheek. "No one can make a move here. But we are prepared if they do."

My heart trembles because Ludovico has no respect for anything, not even the clergy. I would love to pretend he can't hurt me.

"You don't know him..." And I'm not ready for the crack in my voice or the way my eyes fill with tears.

"He's never going to get you, Sole.Ya no eres Marte.Eres Cordero."

I bob my head up and down, not trusting my voice. I already showed him too much weakness.

He take my chin in his fingers and commands, "Say it."

His voice is rough and startling.

I'm a prisoner of his gaze until I make myself say, "Yosoy Cordero. I'm Soledad Cordero."

"Yes, you are." His tone is resolute.

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