Page 67 of El Malo

“You know I love you,” she murmurs.

That I do.

The music thumps and the party is hopping. People are everywhere. Rosa is by the food table outside looking way too delicious to be standing alone. She keeps popping grapes into her mouth as she dances. I take a moment to admire her juicy ass in her fitted red dress. It’s short and revealing and makes my dick hard every time she walks by. I’m about to attack my girl when I notice Angel messing with one of the maids. Araceli is her name. Because of Rosa, I now know all their names and speak to them from time to time.

I whistle to gain his attention. He doesn’t seem to hear, but she does. She starts to back away, but he grabs her wrist, tugging her closer. Her worried gaze is on me, especially now that I’m stalking their way. She manages to jerk her arm free and scurries away.

“What’s the status on Michael?” I demand, startling him.

He twists around and flinches upon seeing me. Good. Fucker needs to remember whose roof he’s under. “Working on it, jefe. I am confident we’ll find him. I’ve been working this city from every angle, dangling that reward in their faces. They’re all practically salivating as they hunt for that fucker.”

I give him a nod. “Excellent. Remember, I want him alive.”

Leaving Angel, I prowl outside to where Rosa dances. I sneak up behind her and then grab her hips. Together, our hips move with the upbeat song. She gathers up her long, wavy, dark brown hair and holds it up on top of her head. I take the opportunity to let my palms roam all over her curvy body. Her ass jiggles as she rocks it against my aching dick. The woman knows how to bring a grown man to his knees on the dance floor with her exotic dance moves. I’m practically coming in my slacks at the way she rubs against me.

“Your ass is a sin,” I tell her, my fingers biting into her hips. She looks like heaven with a sinful body. “I can’t take you dancing like this, mami. You’ll make me embarrass the both of us if you’re not careful.”

She looks over her shoulder and grins. “Then maybe we should take the party someplace private.” She dances in place in a circle until she’s facing me. Her dress is a low-cut halter that shows so much fucking cleavage. I want to pour the finest tequila between her tits and lap it away until I’m drunk as fuck.

“Eyes up here,” she teases.

I lean forward and bite part of her tit that’s on full display. “Who says I’m interested in those eyes.”

Her fingers thread into my hair and she lets out a soft moan. “Javi…”

She drives me mad when she says my name that way.

“Yes, manzanita?”

“Get me out of here.”

I grip her wrist and guide her back into my house. She clomps behind me in her sexy-as-hell stilettoes. I want them digging into me the next time I fuck her, which is looking like soon. We make it to my room and she reaches into my pocket, pulling my phone from inside. Long ago, I wouldn’t have trusted her, but now I do. She unlocks my phone and hunts for a song. When she puts “Despacito” on, I start laughing.

“Oh, shit,” I say, grinning. “It’s your song.”

“Damn right,” she replies, flashing me a sultry smile.

As the music thumps, she begins stripping. Something I’ll never grow tired of. Her fingers untie the knot at the back of her neck and she slowly peels the dress down her body. I’m mesmerized when she bares her tits to me. As she dances, they bounce. So fucking hot. She continues her striptease and works the material down to her hips. Then, she pushes it past her flared hips, letting the dress fall to the floor. Her panties are a simple red thong. I want to rip it off with my teeth. When I growl at her, she waggles a finger at me.

“Not so fast,” she says and steps out of her dress. With her dark hair hanging in front of her shoulders, her lips a blood red, her fake lashes long and sexy as hell, and her tits on full display as she stands in nothing but panties and fuck-me heels, I start to lose my motherfucking mind.

“Three seconds and then I’m taking you against that wall,” I warn. “Make it quick, whatever it is.”

She smiles sweetly at me, such a stark contrast to her seductive look. “Stay right there. I have a present for you.”

I yank at the knot of my tie as she turns and bares her round ass at me. The tattoo on her lower back in black ink is perfect. She waltzes over to her side of the dresser and opens a drawer. I manage to pull off my jacket and shirt while she digs around under her bras and panties in the drawer. I’m just unbuckling my pants when she hides something behind her back.

Arching a brow at her, I chuckle. “What is it?”

Her cheeks turn bright red. “Do you remember when I wanted to go to that shop?”

Guilt surges through me. That was the day I jumped the cliff with her. “I just wanted to be sure,” I mutter again.

Her smile is breathtaking. “I know, baby. But before you were making me prove my love to you, I had a present for you.” She steps my way and her tits bounce along the way, making my mouth water. “Here.” When she holds up a cigar, I frown.

Not just any cigar but one that’s made of chewing gum.

“Nice,” I lie. What the fuck do I want a chewing gum cigar for?

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