Page 25 of El Malo

Javier

Iknow the moment she wakes because her soft, languid body becomes rigid at my side. Rain pelts the windows outside this morning and the storm keeps my bedroom dark. I’m not keen on getting out of this bed.

Not when I have this sexy and very naked woman wrapped around me.

Her palm is on my chest, her full tits pressed to my side, and she slowly fists her hand. I guess tequila is making her regret last night. Does she even remember last night?

“Buenos dias, hermosa,” I greet, my voice raspy from sleep.

She peels herself off me and sits up. Her dark hair is messy and out of control. Cute, swollen lips part as she takes in our nakedness. “Oh, God.”

I smirk at her and run my knuckle over her nipple. “Yes, ye faithful servant?”

Her lips twitch for a moment like she might smile, but then she’s pulling away from me, dragging the sheet with her. My cock gets exposed to her and I lazily grab hold of my morning wood.

“Señor Estrada,” she hisses, her wide eyes watching my movements. “Did we…”

“Fuck?”

She winces and nods.

“Not yet, mami. Not yet.”

“I, uh, I need to get to work,” she starts, her gaze never leaving my moving hand.

“Today’s your day off.”

“Yesterday was my—”

“Today’s your day off,” I growl.

She starts to slide off the bed, but before she can get all the way away from me, I grab the sheet and yank it to me. A squeal escapes her as she goes with the sheet, desperate to hide every sweet curve from me as though I didn’t spend hours staring at her while she slept last night.

“If we didn’t have sex, why am I naked?” she asks, jerking at the sheet.

“You stripped off all your clothes when ‘Despacito’ came on.” Fuck, was that shit hot. “And then you passed the hell out.” That made my erection practically weep.

“And you, uh, didn’t force me?” Her brows furl together as she regards me warily.

“No, I didn’t force you,” I snap as I abandon my cock to fist the sheet. I yank it off of her and toss it away. Then, I pounce on her.

She screams and takes a swing at me, but I easily overpower her as my body slides on top of hers. I grab her wrists and pin her to the bed. Her tits jiggle as she breathes heavily, fear of me rippling from her in waves. My cock is hard pressed against her thigh.

“Javier,” she whimpers.

Fuck, I love my name on her lips.

I’d love to put my cock there too.

“Sí.”

“I…” Tears well in her eyes. Shame. Fear. Confusion. Now that I’ve homed in on her, I see everything about her. “I don’t want this.” She closes her eyes and a tear leaks out, running down her temple.

I bind her wrists with one hand. Her body stiffens and her bottom lip trembles. With my free hand, I stroke my fingers through her unruly chocolate locks, working out the tangles. When she realizes I’m not about to force myself on her, her brows scrunch and she flutters her eyes open.

“You have a lot of pain in your heart,” I murmur, my thumb running along her jaw.

Her nose turns pink and her nostrils flare. “What heart?”

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