Page 34 of El Malo

“No one touches you but me,” I growl.

My lips smash to hers and I kiss her hard. I claim her in front of those who are left. Nobody calls the police because they won’t come anyway. Acapulco, Guerrero, is under my reign now. She whimpers and I realize my grip has tightened on her throat. I slide my hand to the tit Aldo Mendez just had a hold of and I smear his blood all over her white dress. She kisses me harder and more desperately. I grab her ass with both hands and pick her up. With her in my grip and her legs wrapped around my waist, I carry her through the emptying club and out into the pouring rain.

“I’m going to fuck you,” I tell her as I walk along the side of the building.

The moment I reach the corner, I walk us between the two buildings. Rain pelts us and she shivers in my arms.

“I’m going to warm you up, mami,” I tell her. “Now take my cock out.”

As she unzips my zipper and reaches into my boxers, I groan at having her small hand wrapped around my thickness. I lean her against the wall and jerk her dress up to her hips. The rain is unrelenting, soaking us to the bone, but neither of us seems to care. Her fingers grip at her thong and she pulls it aside. I hiss as she guides me where she wants me.

“Eres mía,” I growl against her cold lips as I push into her tight heat. “Do you hear me, manzanita? You’re mine.”

She nods and clutches onto my shoulders. “Sí, Javi!”

I thrust my hips hard against her. Her screams are ones of pleasure and I want to taste them. My lips find hers and I own her with a kiss as I fuck her against the brick wall. I’ve never had the desire to completely own someone before. I want to mark her up and force everyone to see who she belongs to.

I’m fucked in the head because of this woman.

I suck on her tongue and then start kissing along her cheek to her ear, whispering praises so soft I wonder if she even hears. But based on the way her cunt clenches with each adoring word, I know she does. Rosa Delgado needs to be worshipped by a king. She may be a sexy maid and I a glorified gangster, but together we make the world tremble beneath our feet as though we’re gods put on the earth to rule the lesser thans. Because, after all, they’re all lesser than compared to the likes of my sweet Rosa.

She cries out, her nails digging into my shoulders. I bury my face into her rain-soaked hair as I drive into her. Her big as fuck earring is in the way, so I kiss around it and whisper more dirty things into her ear. Her pussy clenches and she shudders, an orgasm taking over. I close my eyes and press my lips to her cheek near her ear as I fuck her furiously. With a savage growl, I come. Her name is trickled from my lips as I spill my seed into her needy cunt.

“Pull out,” she whines. “Javi, pull out.”

I bite her throat and drain the rest of my climax into her. “I can’t pull out when you say my name like that, mami. I’m too high on you.” I lick the rain from her neck and then pull away to look at her.

Her eyes are wide and filled with shame. Fuck that. I kiss her hard on the mouth until she relaxes in my arms. Eventually, I pull away and lean my forehead against hers.

“Rosa, you’re mine. In case you didn’t hear the first time…”

She furls her eyebrows together. “I heard you.”

Heard me, but she doesn’t believe me.

I’ll get through to her one way or another.

Even if I have to brand my goddamned name on her.

She. Will. Eventually. Understand.

By the time we make it home, we’re waterlogged. She starts for her room, but I don’t let her go. We look fucking awful. She’s missing one of her fake eyelashes and her mascara is smeared down her face. I’m covered in blood and my bloody handprints are all over her dress. I scoop her light frame into my arms and stalk through the house to my bedroom.

“You’re making such a mess,” she complains.

“Maybe the hot maid will clean it up tomorrow,” I tease.

She cracks a smile and I love it. Her smiles, which I learn are fairly rare, are like smoking weed. They just fill you up and make you horny as fuck. I’m high just looking at her. Once in my massive bathroom, I set her to her feet and step into my marbled shower and turn it on. With two shower heads up top and two that spray from the wall, it’s the best damn shower in the world. I turn to see her hugging her middle. Too late to be apprehensive now. I’ve jumped in with both feet just like when I cliff dive at La Quebrada. It’s a risky jump and you plunge deep, but it’s so worth the adrenaline rush.

I stalk my woman. When I reach her, she won’t meet my gaze. I grip her chin with my thumb and finger, tilting her head up. “Too late to back out now.”

“I’m not backing out,” she murmurs. Her lip trembles. “I’m just scared.”

“Of me, manzanita?”

Tears well in her eyes. “Of everything.”

I press a kiss to her plump lips. “I’ll protect you from all of it.”

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