Page 37 of Shameless in Vegas

And then, she’s supposed to kill me.

I glare at her peaceful, oblivious face in the moonlight.

I wonder how she’s planning to do it.

We’ve already spent two weeks sharing a bed every night. Why hasn’t she just slit my throat in my sleep or something?

Well, I guess she needs to get the “bank info” first.

Idiots.

Anyway, immediately dragging her out of bed and delivering her to Papá is a bad call. Right now, at least. I’ll have to fill him in eventually, but right now the best thing I can think of is to keep watching the messages between her and Xavier. There’s gotta be some kind of bigger plan in the works, and I need to figure out how to turn it to my advantage. Papá would fly into a rage and do something hasty, like either turn her in to the police or maybe even just have someone drop her off in the middle of nowhere in Mexico. Neither of those things will deal with the bigger threat here.

Besides, I got myself into this shit, and I need to figure out how to get myself out of it.

In the messages, Natalia said she was planning to snoop around after dark to look for his dedicated business laptop and gain access to Papá’s financials, so I’m going to have to deter that until I can get more info from what Xavier says to her. And deterring that means making sure she can’t go snooping around while I’m sleeping.

And fortunately, I’ve got a lovely little stash of prescription sleeping pills that my lovely wife needs more than I do right now.

So, step one in dealing with this shit storm is Natalia’s going to get the secret Ambien special every evening with her pre-bedtime cocktail. And once she’s down for the count, I’ll check her secret phone.

I don’t know what step two is yet, but judging by how often Xavier’s been texting her, I’m guessing it won’t be long before I figure it out.

In the meantime, I slide the phone back between the mattress and box spring where I found it. And now I have to figure out how to sleep next to a woman who only married me so she could helpmafiosossteal my family’s money and then murder me.

The obnoxious little ache of heartbreak is still aching in my chest, and fuck that, and also fuckher.

Fuck her.

Fuck her, and her spectacular fucking body, and glorious hair, and pillow-soft, lie-murmuring lips, and her intoxicating scent of cinnamon and warm vanilla.

Fuck her.

That actually seems like a really fucking great idea right now. And right now, I’m a lot less concerned about how much of a douchebag move it would be to wake her up at three in the morning just to deal with my hard-on. Because despite all the shit I just discovered, my cock is still standing at attention, only now the rage and indignation surging through my veins is causing it to strain even harder toward the fucking ceiling.

I don’t even try to be quiet or subtle as I crawl back into bed. I couldn’t care less that Natalia gasps and startles when I grab a fistful of her hair, pulling her head backward so I can bite her neck while I press my dick against the small of her back.

“Cariño?” she murmurs in a sleep-rasped voice.

I jerk her head farther backward. Using my free hand to hoist her hips off the bed, I wedge her thighs open with my knees and gravel against the nape of her neck, “I need to fuck you.”

She doesn’t even hesitate before lifting up on her knees and presenting her perfect, plump, apple-shaped ass to me. “Please.”

I grip her hair harder, keeping her head wrenched back, and clench my teeth together, indignation warring with lust and driving me fucking mad.

“You better hold on tight,mami,” I mutter, and then plow my cock to her depths so fast and so hard that her hands shoot forward to brace against the mattress.

I pound my hips against hers, then pull back before slamming home again. The pleasure is fucking exhilarating, and that only pisses me off more. I cage her waist with my palms, jerking her ass to my cock just as I drive forward, and the sound of how fucking wet she is for me mingles with her breathy whimpers.

“Amor.Yes.”

Amor.

Fuck you, Natalia.

I grit my teeth and clamp my hands on her ass, my fingers digging into her flesh, while my knees push her thighs wider, and I piston my shaft faster. The sight of my cock sliding in and out of her pussy causes a fire of rage and desire to surge through me, and any shred of restraint I had is gone with the wind.

Natalia’s whimpering picks up and morphs into louder and louder moaning, and she pushes backward against me. Her full breasts sway below her in perfect rhythm with my thrusts, and sweat dampens my brow. My thighs are burning from the force of pounding into her. The repeated slap of our skin together borders on painful, and she curses in our native tongue.

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