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  Her hips move to the beat in a provocative way that has my dick aching in my trunks. I simply hold her with her back pressed to my chest, satisfied for the skin to skin connection. Besides, our dancing can’t even hold a candle to Father and Tania. A crowd forms when Father starts bobbing his head to the beat. His chest is covered with tattoos that rival mine and his trunks hang low on his narrowed hips. He may be older, but Tania is lucky to have a man like him. She wears a revealing black bikini that makes her fat tits bounce when she starts dancing too. Those two are positively in sync with one another. It’s mesmerizing to watch.

  “Wow,” Rosa marvels aloud.

  I suckle on her neck and reverently palm her stomach. “They dance well.”

  “You think?” she says with a laugh. “They’re amazing.”

  Tania holds her arm out, her fingers calling for my father as her hips rock to the beat. He dances toward her as though she’s reeling him in. When he’s close, she pretends to push him away without touching him. He acts as though he’s been struck but then dances forward again, bending his knees more and more with each step until he falls at his knees in front of her. Their dance takes a provocative turn when he grips her thigh and lifts it over his shoulder. She tugs on his hair with one hand and waves her other one above her as she moves. His lips kiss her thigh and his palms grope her ass. Then, he’s back on his feet, his hips rocking against hers. Their eyes are locked on one another as they both fight for lead during their dance. His palms rake over her, tugging at her swimsuit hard enough to tease the audience with more skin but never pulling it hard enough to expose her.

  “Let’s go to the hot tub,” I murmur, eager to touch my woman without prying eyes of everyone around us. My private hot tub would be ideal, but Father will not be pleased if I leave the party. So, I head for the big one near the pool that has several people already in it.

  Marco Antonio nods, fully dressed in a black suit with a tan FN SCAR in hand—a fully automatic rifle that shoots 5.56 ammo—a constant reminder that nobody gets out of fucking line or they’ll be riddled with holes like the goddamned Swiss cheese on the party platters. Nobody dares start shit. Not at an Estrada party. We’re heavily protected and watched over. Everyone knows this.

  “Let me help you, mami,” I croon as I kneel in front of Rosa. I grasp her ankle and place her shoe on my knee. Quickly, I unfasten the buckle and rid her of her fancy shoe. The next one gets removed. Faces I don’t recognize politely nod and then exit the waters, leaving us alone.

  “Your father is nice,” she says, smiling. “So is his wife.”

  Nice.

  Her embarrassment tells me she thinks he’s handsome.

  “I’m glad you approve of my family.” I kiss the inside of her knee before standing.

  She’s much shorter without her heels. So fucking cute. I grasp her hand and guide her into the hot water. We settle with her in my lap with her back against me.

  “The party is just getting started,” I murmur against her ear as I grip her thighs and spread her apart.

  “Yeah?” she breathes.

  I like her cunt open and waiting for me. But my sweet Rosa will have to wait a little while longer. So many things I want to show her.

  “Arturo,” I call out.

  My bodyguard snaps to attention and strides over to the side of the hot tub. “Find Iker. Tell him to bring everything.” He nods and leaves.

  “Who’s Iker?” she questions, turning her head slightly.

  I kiss her supple lips. “He’s the one who makes my parties fun.”

  “I’m already having fun,” she tells me against my mouth. “I’d have more fun if you’d actually touch me.” The pout in her voice has me throwing back my head in laughter.

  “I will touch you plenty,” I promise. “Dessert is meant for last because you appreciate it more. You’ve waited so long to taste it. If we skipped to dessert each time, it would no longer be as sweet, manzanita.”

  Iker saunters our way, his bag slung over his shoulder. The kid, not much older than Alejandro, is fit and tatted up everywhere. All over his chest and face. He’d look fucking fierce except he’s always high as a kite and grinning like an idiot. His swim trunks hang low on his trim waist and if they fall any more, he’ll show us his pierced cock. I’ve seen it more times than I care to when he’s gotten blitzed out of his mind at my parties.

  “Señor,” he greets as he sits down on the edge of the hot tub, his long legs dangling in the water. His eyes slide over to Rosa and they glimmer with appreciation. “I have the best shit in Guerrero tonight,” he boasts. “For the beautiful lady, she will have a night she’ll never forget.”

  I arch a brow at him. “Just the lady?”

  He chuckles. “I suppose you can partake, you dirty bastard.”

  Most men would get shot in the face for being disrespectful, but Iker is just a little shit. You either love him or hate him. Lucky for him, I love him. I love what he offers even more. He digs around in his bag until he finds a baggie filled with pink pills. Once he has some in his hand, he slides into the water and makes his way over to us.

  “Open,” he instructs to Rosa.

  She turns and her eyes blaze with worry. I kiss her nose and then open my mouth. Iker places a pill on my tongue and I swallow it dry.

  “It’s okay,” I assure her.

  Tentatively, she opens her mouth. Iker’s eyes gleam devilishly as he feeds her a pill. I’m sure he’d love to feed her his cock as well. Over my dead body.

  “Heightens sensations. You’ll love me when you’re fucking later,” he tells me as he goes back to his bag. “Until that kicks in, I have some of the finest weed this country has seen.”

  As he preps his pipe, Rosa turns to whisper, “I don’t know if I should.”

  “You should. I’ll keep you safe,” I promise.

  He slides our way, a plume of pungent smoke exhaling from him. Like the dutiful little helper he is, he holds the pipe to Rosa’s lips. She’s nervous but takes a hit. When she coughs it out, both Iker and I laugh. I snag it from his grip and take my own hit. It’s stout, but I can tell it’s really good shit.

  “You’re doing so well,” I praise to my girl as I blow out the smoke onto her neck. Then, I nip at her flesh with my teeth. “What else you got?” I ask Iker.

  “The usual. Coke. Crystal. Uppers. Downers.” He beams at me. “Roofies.”

  Rosa stiffens in my arms.

  “I don’t need to roofie my girl. She spreads her legs for me whenever I ask,” I boast as I once again part her thighs.

  Iker’s eyes are wide and focused despite probably being fucked up right now as he stares at her through the water. The blue glow of the lights illuminates her position.

  “Here, jefe,” Arturo says as he sets down one of the server trays on the ledge beside me. It’s filled with shots of tequila.

  “Gracias.” I pluck one from the tray and hand it over to Iker. Then, I give my girl one.

  Shot after shot, we drink and cut up. Iker has some shitty jokes, but they make Rosa laugh, which in turn, makes me laugh. The more we drink and smoke, the more relaxed she gets. I love when she lets loose. Whatever pill Iker fed to us is starting to take its toll. Rosa can’t stop from rubbing against my dick. And when I suck on her neck, she whimpers in such a needy fucking way. A way that has even Iker forgetting who she belongs to as he inches closer and closer.

  “Let’s go to your room,” Rosa pleads.

  Iker smirks knowingly at me. “Don’t mind me.”

  I tug at one of the strings on her bottom bikini. Then, I tug at the other. She gasps when I pull the material from her body, revealing her perfect cunt to the other man in the hot tub. I pull her thighs apart since she seems to want to close them, and reveal everything to him.

  “She’s perfect, yes?” I ask him.

  He nods, his eyes blazing with hunger. “Sí.”

  “She’s mine,” I growl.

  “Sí,” he rasps out, his eyes never leaving her
cunt. “Look but don’t touch.”

  I slide a finger between her slit and push inside of her. A mewl escapes her. “Her cunt is the tightest one I’ve ever had the pleasure of feeling,” I tell him. I urge another finger inside her, loving how she whimpers in response. “Any man who thinks he can sink his cock into her cunt that belongs to me will get his throat cut. Simple.”

  “Simple,” Iker rasps. He’s hard in his trunks as he fantasizes about my woman.

  “I bet you wish you could fuck her,” I taunt.

  His eyes flash and he nods. “If she didn’t belong to an Estrada, I’d fuck her so good.”

  Evil bastard likes to drive me mad.

  “She belongs to me, which means you can watch me fuck what you’ll never have,” I growl. “Bring her more.”

  He groans but fishes through his bag for another pill. This time she doesn’t argue when he places the pill on her tongue. His finger lingers and he reluctantly pulls away. I’m buzzed, but I accept another. Marco Antonio and Arturo are nearby. Plus, Father’s men are always on watch.

  “Javier,” Rosa whines as she wiggles in my arms until she’s facing me and straddles my hips. Her eyes are heavy-lidded and her pupils wide. “I need you.”

  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.

  Is this how my mother felt when she got wrapped up with my father? My mom was good and gentle. My father was a crazy gangster who somehow hooked my mother. I was made from love. Despite everything my father was into, he loved my mother.

  My heart aches as I slip into the hotel. I go through my usual checks and find myself standing in front of the same hotel room as last time. I’m nervous. What if Michael can tell how far I’ve slipped in just a week’s time? Swiping my palms on my light pink summer dress, I try to steady my nerves. Oddly enough, when I touch the dainty diamond bracelet Javier gave me, it calms me.

  This morning, he spent the early hours lazily kissing me between my thighs. I’d come several times until I was too sensitive to take it anymore. Then, he just held me down and forced one more orgasm on me before sliding his cock into me. I’d been so dizzied and addicted to him I nearly decided to forgo coming to see Michael.

  “If you don’t show up, we’ll assume you’ve been made. We’ll be forced to come for you.”

  The very thought of agents busting into Javier’s home, scaring little Emiliano, had me dragging out of bed with new resolve. The fact I was more concerned about the Estradas than my duties had me snapping out of it.

  I have a job.

  I need to remember that.

  The door opens before I have a chance to knock and Michael stands there not wearing a shirt. My eyes, of their own accord, drag down his newly formed man-boobs and rounded stomach. He’s only wearing boxers and his hair is disheveled. His breath reeks of alcohol and his eyes are bloodshot.

  “You look like a fucking whore,” he sneers, his eyes raking over my breasts through my shirt. “Is his cum still running out of you?”

  I gasp in shock. After a week of being Javier’s queen, I’m stunned at being spoken to so rudely. “Excuse me?”

  “Just get inside, Daza,” he snaps.

  Glowering at him, I push past him. Saying my last name where others could hear is reckless. I waltz inside and eye the space with disgust. I can’t believe I was deluded into thinking we had something. Looking back, he just used me for sex. We didn’t talk about anything. All I did was hang on his every word while he fucked prostitutes between our visits.

  He’s disgusting.

  I pick up a folder from the table, but it gets torn from my grip by Michael and shoved in his messenger bag.

  “Classified,” he barks. He picks up a bottle of tequila and twists the cap. “What do you want?”

  Letting out a sigh, I walk over to the bed and sit down on the edge. “I’m here to give you an update. Like always. It’s Saturday.”

  “No shit?” he asks. “I thought you’d run off into the sunset with that fucker. You’re clearly sleeping with him. That much was evident when I saw you with him.”

  “You told me to,” I snap back, my fire brimming to the surface. “You said get close to him.”

  “You got close all right,” he says as he scratche
s his balls through his boxers. “Does he make you squeal like a pig, Daza?”

  “You’re an asshole when you’re drunk. I’m not putting up with this,” I bite at him as I rise. “Tell Stokes I’ll meet with him via video conference next week. I’ll inform him of my updates.”

  As I walk past him, he grabs my bicep, his strong fingers bruising my flesh. “No.”

  “Yes,” I hiss at him. “Let me go or I’ll report this. I’ll report all of this.”

  He shoves me away from him and I fall to my ass on his bed, the mattress springs squeaking in protest. “You’re not reporting shit.”

  I start to rise again when he swings his half-full bottle of tequila at me. It makes contact with the side of my forehead with a loud thunk. I crumple to the bed, my vision blacking out. Blinking away my daze, I rub at the painful spot on my head.

  “Michael,” I croak out. “You hit me.”

  I try to sit up when his fist cracks against my jaw. I’ve never been so brutally hit before in my entire life. Pain so intense explodes across my face. I start to crawl away, but his fingers bite into my thigh and he drags me down the bed.

  “No,” I mutter out. “Stop.”

  Everything goes black for a moment and then I blink open my eyes again. I’m jolted awake when my panties get jerked down my thighs.

  “Michael,” I cry out. “Stop!”

  His knee comes between my thighs and he overpowers me as he pries me apart. I can hear the sound of the foil of a condom ripping.

  He’s going to fuck me.

  And instead of being worried, all I can think about is Javier.

  “No!” I scream at the top of my lungs, clawing at the duvet. “Get away from me!”

  I’m silenced when he pushes inside of me. His grip finds my throat and he squeezes. Hot tears roll out of my eyes. This hurts. I can’t move and he’s fucking me like it’s his God-given right to.