Page 57 of El Malo

I do everything now based on how it makes me feel. Javier fills a void inside of me I desperately crave. A void that’s been there since the day my mother died. He’s good to me. Treats me like a queen. Sometimes I wish I truly were just a maid. I wish I didn’t have a duty to my country to take him down.

It would be so easy to fall.

To fall for the devil with an angel’s smile.

He leans forward and kisses between my breasts, his hot breath tickling me. “Your heart is racing,” he observes. “How should I punish you?”

“I-I don’t know.”

Marco Antonio remains quiet. A statue with a death grip on me. I wonder if this is awkward for him. One wrong move, one stray look or touch, and he could be as good as dead. Javier is serious when it comes to me. Possessive as can be.

Warmth trickles through me.

The way he wants me so fully is addicting.

“A spanking?”

I blink at him in shock. “You’re not going to kill me?”

Marco Antonio snorts and Javier smirks. “Do you have a death wish? What is it with you and thinking I always want to kill you?” He runs the tip of the blade low along my stomach. Then, he rubs it gently along my shorts over my pussy, careful to focus on where my clit is. With the material protecting me, it kind of feels good. I let out a ragged breath that has Javier grinning.

His dimple.

God, it’s perfect.

“I think you get off on danger,” Javier muses aloud. “The fact I’m using the same knife I cut open hundreds of men should terrify a sweet girl like you, but here you are squirming and moaning. You’re soaking your little panties because you don’t know if I’ll be gentle or rough, but either way you’re desperate for the attention. You want to trust me.”

“I do,” I admit, my voice breathy. “I like it.”

He continues his relentless rubbing with his knife against my clit. “Like what, manzanita? That I can’t fucking go one second without thinking about you?”

“Mmhmm,” I moan. “I love that.”

“You like I’m so fucking obsessed with you I’ve abandoned my duties to find that motherfucker to avenge you?”

“Yes,” I whisper, horrified I’m telling him the truth that’s inside my heart. The agency doesn’t matter right now. Michael sure as hell doesn’t.

“Do you want me to fuck a baby inside you and force you to wear my ring?”

My lashes flutter as I give in to the way he pleasures me. “Javier…”

“Admit it,” he roars, the knife pressing into me almost painfully. “Admit you want to be mine in every sense of the word.”

“I do,” I murmur, tears welling in my eyes. I seek his gaze out, desperate for his heated stare on mine.

“I know you’re not telling me everything about yourself,” he mutters lowly, his words a violent whisper. He doesn’t cease his rubbing with the knife. I’m dizzy with the need to come, but his words rattle me. “I know you have secrets. Secrets I will find out.”

I bite down on my bottom lip as my tears leak out. “Javier,” is all I can say. I won’t lie to him, not right now in this intimate yet terrifying moment, but I also can’t offer the truth.

“I’m going to have to kill you one day,” he snaps angrily, but his motions still dead set on bringing me to orgasm. He leans forward and presses a kiss to the corner of my mouth. “Burned by the sun. Hurts so motherfucking much, but goddamn it’s beautiful.”

I cry out as my orgasm steals over me. I’ve barely had time to come down before he’s wrenching down my shorts and panties. He closes his knife and pockets it much to my relief.

“Fear makes her wet,” he tells Marco Antonio. “She can look danger in the eye and come like a bad little girl. I don’t fucking know what to do about her.” He runs his fingers through his gelled hair, messing it up.

Marco Antonio, realizing Javier is a slave to his confused rage, says nothing.

“Hold her legs,” Javier growls. “I need to see just how wet she is.”

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