Page 36 of El Malo

Rosa

Iwake to Javier’s lips on my neck and his cock rubbing against me. I don’t have time to process what’s happening before he’s pushing his thickness deep inside me. My fingernails claw his shoulders as he drives into me, his hips seemingly doing a dance against me. I try to grasp onto reasons of why this is a bad idea, but I come up short. His mouth finds mine and he kisses me. Only Javier would taste good early in the morning. Like candy apple tobacco and tequila. I worry for a moment that I’m going to gross him out with my morning breath, but he practically inhales me. His palm squeezes my tit before sliding to my throat. He’s gentle as he grips me, not hard enough to cut off my air. It reminds me of his power.

His other hand grabs one of my wrists and pins it to the bed. He lifts up so he can watch me. I stare at him in wonder. The devil is the sexiest man I’ve ever seen. His black hair is messy and hangs in his eyes. Dark scruff dusts his cheeks and his nearly black eyes flicker with need.

Need for me.

I try to latch on to the whys.

Why I’m here.

Why I’m doing this.

Why I willingly took Xanax when it was offered to me.

Why I’ve slept with this man several times now, all without protection.

And I can’t seem to find the answers.

I’m spiraling.

I’m spinning and he’s the one controlling my movement.

“Come for me, mami,” he rumbles, his sexy voice hoarse from sleep.

He releases my wrist and reaches between us to rub my clit. I’ve masturbated many times alone in my room, but it has never felt like when Javier touches me. It’s like he’s read and memorized the manual to my body.

“Oh, God,” I whimper.

Stars glitter around me and I let go.

My back arches off the bed, my body shaking with pleasure. I’m so lost in the throes of passion I don’t have it in me to fight him when I feel his heat rush into me. Stupid. So stupid. And yet, his promise dances around in my head, taunting me.

He said he’d take care of me.

His cock softens and he pulls out before lying half on me and on the bed beside me. I love his massive weight crushing me. For a short while, I can pretend it’s just us. Nothing exists outside his bedroom door. We’re lovers on the fast track for more. He’s not king of the cartel. I’m not with the CIA.

“You’re quiet,” he observes.

“Just tired,” I lie.

“Hmmmm…”

“There’s a lot of work to do before your father arrives. I should go,” I tell him.

His cum trickles out of my body and down my ass crack. I should clean myself up. I should do a lot of things.

“Stay in bed, Rosa. The other maids will do the work.”

I start to argue but bite my tongue. It benefits my mission for the agency to stay right under his thumb. I’ll learn much more than dusting under beds. Not to mention, you don’t argue with a man like Javier Estrada.

“Don’t you have baddie work to go do?” I tease, hoping to draw out some information.

“I could be good if I got to spend my every waking moment between your thighs, manzanita.”

I laugh because despite being so cutthroat and ruthless, sometimes he’s playful and funny. But then I remember last night. How he sliced that man open and pulled out his guts. I’d been reminded what a monster he truly is. What he’s capable of.

“What happens when you get bored of sleeping with me?”

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