Page 47 of El Malo

Rosa

I’m flying high. So high. But Javier has me in his solid, protective arms. I don’t even care that Iker can see bare parts of me. All I care about is Javier. I want—no, I need—him inside of me. My body physically aches for this.

“Please,” I beg as I shamelessly grind against his hard cock through his trunks. “Make love to me.”

He chuckles, the sound deep and dark. “In front of Iker?”

“Yes,” I moan. “I don’t care. I just want you.”

His fingers feel like silk as he tugs away the strings on my back, freeing me of my top. I slide my body against his naked chest, enjoying the way my breasts feel smashed against him.

“Iker’s cock is pierced,” Javier taunts. “Sure it isn’t his young cock you want inside of you instead?”

“Just yours,” I plead, my fingers clawing desperately at his shorts. I manage to yank them down and free him. We both groan when I sink down on his thickness.

“What if another man fucks you?” Javier demands, his fingers biting deliciously into my hips. “What happens?”

I rock up and down on him, my fingers tangling in his hair. “You’ll kill him.”

He grabs hold of my hair and yanks back, baring my throat to him. “I’ll kill you too if I have to.” His finger slides between my pussy lips and he massages my clit. “Will I have to kill you too?”

“I won’t fuck another man,” I vow. “I swear, Javier. Only you.”

He pinches my clit and sucks on my throat hard. Stars dance around me as he owns me completely. I come with a shriek, uncaring of those around me, and groan when his heat fills me up. His kisses on my neck are possessive. He’s marking me over and over again. I let him because I want everyone to see I’m his.

But your job?

In this moment, I don’t fucking care.

He pulls me closer and I curl against him, seeking his comfort. His fingers lazily stroke my spine as he kisses my hair. I’m safe with him. Safe with a monster. It doesn’t make sense.

I drift off but wake to discover we’re moving. I’m wrapped in a towel as Javier walks us through his cold house. He’s gentle with me as he dries me off once in his room and helps me into bed. And I fall asleep with my monster bucking inside of me, owning me even as I chase sleep.

He’s completely taken over.

And I’m not sure I’m even unhappy about that.

I’ve never felt so alive.

I’m an idiot.

Oh my God.

I fucked Javier in front of everyone at the party last night. Got high. Took drugs. Did everything the CIA would shit over if they found out. Then, like every night, I let Javier come inside me. So many times. I’m so deeply fucked I don’t even know what to do anymore.

I need focus.

Thank goodness it’s Saturday.

I can meet with Michael and stop my world from spinning. Seeing him will remind me of my job. Of my freaking duty.

I’d slipped out while Javier dined with his family. He thinks Michael is my ex but still my friend. Saturdays used to be my day off and Javier knows I promised to have dinner with Michael. I'm not sure how much longer he'll be okay with me spending Saturdays away from him to run off to see my ex, so I do what I can while I can. While he was distracted feeding Emiliano grapes, I left the estate and took off to the hotel.

My thoughts are a jumbled mess. Last night, I’d been nervous. I was meeting the big dog. Yoet Estrada. It was such a pivotal moment. I needed him to trust me as well. But then he was just an older version of Javier. Handsome and friendly. His wife was sweet and their son was adorable. It was hard defining who was the bad guy exactly. If anything, I wanted those people to like me. To think I was good enough to be at Javier’s side.

Spinning and spinning.

I’m losing my mind.

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