Page 58 of El Malo

Wordlessly, Marco Antonio grabs me beneath the back of my legs just under my ass and lifts me. He pulls my thighs apart so I’m open and for Javier’s viewing pleasure. Instead of looking, Javier turns and walks over to his desk. He reaches into his desk and produces a lighter. My heart skitters in my chest. Will he burn me? Then, he pulls out one of his candy apple little cigars.

I smile.

Javier’s eyes dart to mine and he studies my face. His eyes dart all over my features as though there are answers to be found. “Your cunt is practically dripping,” he growls and then stalks my way. I don’t flinch because he’s too beautiful. Unlike Michael, I don’t fear he’ll strike me. With Javier, I feel like he’ll completely obliterate me. And I’m not at all opposed to seeing how that will feel.

With his little cigar, he rubs the tip against my still sensitive clit. A moan escapes me and my breasts jiggle with the movement.

Javier’s dark, evil eyes penetrate mine as he begins pushing the tip of his little cigar inside of me. It’s thin, smaller than his finger, but I like it. The gasps of air coming from me reveal how turned on I am. Slowly, a dimple forming on his face, he fucks me with his cigar.

“Slides in and out so easy, manzanita. Dirty, bad liar. Little girl who likes to start trouble. Look how your cunt loves danger.” He flips the top on his lighter and a flame pops up. I don’t even worry that he’ll burn me with it. I’m more worried about catching fire with the way he touches me with his cigar.

He slides the cigar from my pussy and holds it up, inspecting it. “So wet. You’ve nearly ruined my cigar,” he murmurs. Then he inhales it. “Candy apples. Sweet. So fucking sweet.” With eyes searing into mine, he places the little cigar between his full lips and lights the end. It has trouble lighting and his cheeks suck in hard, trying to help it along. Eventually, the end burns cherry red. Evil delight dances in his eyes as he pockets the lighter. He pulls the cigar away and grins, flashing me his perfect dimple before he curves his mouth into an “O” and blows the smoke out.

I’m intoxicated by him.

Forget the alcohol.

I’m drunk off Javier Estrada.

The bad guy I’m hot over.

He takes another puff of his cigar and then leans into me. I open my mouth, accepting him. With a pleased look on his face, he blows the smoke into my mouth. His finger touches my soaked flesh and he slides a finger inside me. “Danger makes you come. It’s as though we were made for each other. The angel who only gets wet for the devil.” He curls his finger inside of me, seeking out my G-spot. I’m so lost to him. All I can do is surrender to the way he plays my body. “You’re nothing but a good girl who likes to be bad.”

I squirm, eager for another orgasm, but Marco Antonio keeps me locked in his grip. Javier lazily fingerfucks me as he devours me with his gaze. He takes his time with both me and his cigar, clearly enjoying every moment.

“Your lips make me lose my goddamn mind,” he snarls as though he’s angry. I cry out when he leans forward and grabs my bottom one between his teeth. He pulls away, almost to the point of pain, with my lip locked between his teeth. The pain and fear mixed with the way he touches me has me seeing stars. I throw my head back, despite the way he bites me, when my orgasm slices through me. His teeth cut through my flesh at my action, a sharp, burning pain darting across my lip as metallic blood floods my mouth.

I don’t care.

I’m so far gone, I can’t find my way back.

He growls and curses at me once he realizes I’m bleeding. “You did that on purpose,” he accuses, fire dancing in his eyes. The blood on his teeth has me aching for him to bite me everywhere.

“Javier,” I plead. “I need to touch you.”

His eyes narrow. “I haven’t even punished you yet. Your punishments keep adding up, manzanita, long before you can ever fulfill them.”

“Please…”

“Put her on her knees and then go,” he barks at Marco Antonio. “She can suck my dick until I’m satisfied she’s a thankful woman for all I’ve done to keep her safe.”

Marco Antonio agrees with a grunt and then carefully sets me down on the hard floors. My wrists remain bound at my back and my lip hurts, but I’m desperate to touch Javier. I stare up at him, waiting for him to give me his cock.

“Fuck,” he groans. “You’re so beautiful it’s maddening.” He drops his cigar to the floor and stubs it out with his boot, uncaring that he may ruin the floor. He tears off his wife beater before tossing it away. All of his smooth, tattooed muscles are on full display. My mouth waters for him. Then, he unbuckles his jeans. He pushes them and his boxers down his thighs. His thick, veiny cock bobs out in front of me. Heavy and glistening at the tip. Arousal seeps from him.

He loves danger too.

“I want to touch you,” I say with a pout.

He strokes my hair before he gathers it in his fists. “That’s your punishment. You can’t use your hands.”

I groan when he rocks his hips from side to side, his large cock slapping against my cheeks. His El Malo tattoo is revealed on his lower torso and the devil’s tail that curls from the “o” points straight at his cock. I love this tattoo. It may represent his evilness, but it’s so damn mesmerizing.

Leaning forward, I seek out his erection. My lip stings when I open my mouth wide to accommodate his thickness. He pulls on my hair gently and I look up at him. Wild lust has transformed his features. Gone is the fierce mobster and in his place is a beast. A beast that wants to feed on me. Me, his willing victim.

I drag my attention back to his dark, pubic hair that’s been buzzed short. With my lips wide open, I bring my mouth down around his massive cock. I barely get past the crown before my teeth are scraping against him. He hisses but not from pain or fear. Javier loves this.

Groaning, I try to open my mouth wider. Ever since Michael hit me, my jaw has been swollen and sore. But I don’t care that it hurts. I want to take Javier as deep as I can go.

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