Page 35 of El Malo

“Who will protect me from you?” A single tear rolls out.

My hands slide to her shoulders and I peel her dress down, baring her breasts to me. “No one will protect you. I’m going to take you and use you and own you. Mine, mami.”

“You barely know me,” she murmurs.

I drag her dress down over her hips and let it fall to the floor. Her panties get pushed down next. She steps out of her shoes, pulls off her other false eyelash, and then tugs off the big hoop earrings from her ears as I fly through the buttons on my shirt. I toss it to the floor and put my Desert Eagle on the granite countertop. Reaching behind me, I grip my undershirt behind my neck and peel it off me. Her eyes slide to my chest and she stares at my ink as I unbuckle my belt. I lose the rest of my clothes and hold my hand that’s stained with blood out to her. She hesitates for a moment before sliding her hand into mine. I lead her into the shower under the hot spray.

I clean off that motherfucker’s blood while she watches with the saddest eyes I’ve ever seen. Once I’m clean, I wash her. Slowly and gently. Being with someone like me isn’t easy. You’ll be forced to give up everything. When I want something, I want all of it. I don’t want to share it with anyone. Father spoiled me, what can I say?

I squirt some shampoo into my palm and start washing her long locks. Her lids flutter closed and she parts her lips. My cock is hard between our slick-from-soap bodies and her firm tits rub against my chest. I’ll be inside of her soon enough. Until then, I’ll enjoy taking care of her. And as much as I like showering her with attention, she fucking eats it up. Tentatively, she wraps her arms around my back and leans her cheek against me.

“You barely know me,” she repeats, “yet here you are making vows with someone you don’t even know.”

I smirk and fist her hair before twisting it. Pulling down, I force her to look up at me. “I know everything I need to know.” I lean my forehead against hers. “The rest we’ll fill in along the way.”

She doesn’t seem convinced, but she does relax. After a long shower, I hand her a towel. I’m not done with her tonight. She needs to chill the fuck out and I know just the way. Hand in hand, I guide her over to my French doors. My deck faces the ocean but is covered from the elements. I walk over to the hot tub and flip the top open. It’s hot, but I want it hotter. I turn the dial and push the button to turn on the jets.

“Get in,” I tell her. “I’ll be right back.”

She nods and drops her towel. I watch her ass jiggle as she climbs the steps. Her butt is big in comparison to the rest of her body and I love the way it moves. I fucking love there’s a lot to grab on to. My cock twitches beneath my towel. Ignoring it for now, I walk inside and locate a Xanax for her and a bottle of Casa Dragones Blue Agave tequila for me.

“Here,” I say as I saunter over to the hot tub.

She frowns but opens her mouth like a good girl. I push the pill onto her tongue.

“Drink it down with this.” I unscrew the cap and hand her the bottle.

After she swallows it down, I lose the towel and join her. I take a pull from the tequila and then set it on the edge. Since the night is cool, the hot tub is extra steamy.

“Come here,” I order, pulling her into my lap.

Once she realizes I’m only wanting to hold her, she settles against me. Her body relaxes in my arms.

“Let me tell you what I know,” I say as I stroke her back beneath the water. “I know you have excellent taste in music and can dance like you were born to do it. I know you love Jorge’s tacos al pastor the best.” She chuckles softly as I continue. “I know your ex, Michael, is a douchebag. I know you are insanely OCD about dust and dirt and wrinkles.”

She turns and looks up at me, a smile on her lips. “There’s more about me.”

Arching a brow at her, I grab her hips and position her to straddle me. “I know you taste like heaven.”

“Better than your candy apple cigars?” she challenges, her brown eyes gleaming with happiness.

“Sweeter and much more addictive,” I agree. “I know you haven’t always been a little maid who sticks to the shadows and cleans my home.”

Her body stiffens slightly. “Oh yeah?”

“I know what’s important right now,” I tell her as I grip my cock that’s hardened again. “And right now I know you need me.”

She slides down my shaft to the hilt, her tits pressing against my chest.

“I’m going to give you me, manzanita. I’m going to give you all of me.”

She opens her mouth like she wants to say something, but I grip her neck, pushing her slightly away from me, and grab her tit with the other hand. Lifting her heavy tit, I bring it to my mouth and tease the nipple with the tip of my tongue. Her cunt clenches and I hiss.

“Javi,” she murmurs.

“Yes, mami?”

“I’m taking the night off.” Her words are thick with meaning, as if she means more than her job as my maid. “Now fuck me like you meant everything you just said.”

I grin against her breast. “Hang on.” I bite her nipple, relishing in her scream of pleasure. “It’s going to be a long, wild ride.”

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