Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
Alejandro
“Vittoria, you need to tell me who hired you.”
She glowers at me, and I’m not completely sure why. Her expression darkened the moment I started speaking.
“I’m suddenly Vittoria.” She cocks an eyebrow.
“Our game is over.”
She’s still glaring at me, and I’m still not sure why she’s pissed after what I thought was the lead up to something passionate. I suppose I killed the mood.
“And if I’m not done playing you, Alejandro?”
She backs away from me, the dresser to her back. She remains away from the windows and nowhere near the closet where I could shove her. She won’t trap herself in the bathroom either.
“If that’s true, why are you backing away from me? I can dump you outside the neighborhood gates and see who comes for you if you don’t want my protection.”
“Or I could call a rideshare and leave you to whoever the fuck is after you today.”
“And I thought you were special. The only one.”
Her expression shifts as she stares at me. I’ve revealed too much. She knows deep down I don’t mean she’s the only one trying to kill me.
“Don’t call me Vittoria. I don’t like it.”
“Okay, Tiffani.”
She snarls.
“Giselle.”
“Stop it.”
“Liz.”
“Enough!”
I prowl toward her. She doesn’t slide along the dresser to get away from me.
Instead, she presses back against it. I lift her to sit on it and push my way between her thighs.
I rest my hand on the side of her neck, my thumb resting in the hollow at its base.
We gaze into each other’s eyes, and I sweep my thumb up and down.
I seem to spend a lot of time whispering to her, even when no one else is around.
“Chiquita.”
She swallows.
“Yes.”
Her voice is strained even though I keep the pressure light around her throat.
I slip my hand around to rest at her nape.
I draw her toward me, and she comes willingly.
Our lips brush before the kiss deepens. There’s something not only exciting but also reassuring about it.
It feels like I should always kiss her. Never stop. Never with anyone else.
Her hands rest on my pecs, but I grasp her hips and pull her against me, making sure she feels how much I want her. She slides her hands up and wraps her arms around my neck. Her fingers graze my scalp before tangling in my hair.
“Vita, do you want this to end?”
“What?” She jerks back.
“If you don’t let me help you, this will end with one of—both of us—dead. Is that what you still want?”
She’s slow to respond, but she shakes her head.
“I can’t tell you anything, Jandro.”
We freeze, staring at each other before resting our foreheads together. She’s never used any nickname for me. Her hands wrap around my neck, her thumbs sweeping over my cheeks. She tilts her head and kisses me. This one tastes like regret.
“Will you take a cyanide pill before revealing your secrets to me?”
Her smile’s half-hearted at best as she shakes her head.
“Chica, those shots could’ve been aimed at Pablo because he’s the heir.
He’s committed his sins, and there are plenty who would love retribution.
The same is true for me. It could’ve been someone else sent by your employer.
They could’ve been meant for you as revenge or as punishment.
In comparison, the chances that they were meant for Pablo or me are slim. ”
“You know how this job works. It’s kill or be killed. You won’t let me walk away. Neither will my boss. Can’t I enjoy what I have left to look forward to.”
I step back and cross my arms. I observe her, fighting to rein in my temper. Of all of us, it takes me the longest to anger. Things piss me off left and right, but I refuse to lose control of my emotions enough for anger to take over. But now…
“Vita, if I wanted you dead, I would’ve pushed you in front of the window.”
I’m seething.
“I—I—”
“You were just using me for my body.” I think I’m genuinely insulted.
She wraps her legs around my hips and tries to pull me forward. We both know I’m not going anywhere I don’t want to.
“You should hate me for wanting to kill you. I hate myself for knowing I should but not wanting to. I don’t enjoy being conflicted and feeling weak!”
I fist her hair and pull her head back. Not enough to hurt her neck but enough to make her scalp tingle and to exert my dominance.
“Believe me, right now, you are not my favorite person, chiquita. Do you want me to hate you? Do you want me to kill you?”
“No to both!”
Her eyes grow watery. It could be from me pulling her hair.
I stare into her eyes, then I’m kissing her yet again.
This time, we’re tearing at each other’s clothes.
We can’t get them off fast enough. I pull my button-down over my head while she does the same with her shirt.
I had to fasten my pants before leaving the hotel room.
I wouldn’t humiliate Vita that way in front of my men.
Whatever they might guess, I won’t confirm it.
I toe off my shoes and reach down for my socks as Vita kicks off hers.
Then I lift her off the dresser and carry her to the bed.
I put her on her feet, so we can both peel off the rest of our clothes.
When we’re naked, we take a moment to appreciate what we see.
Even though I’ve seen her as close to naked as I could get, seeing her with an unobstructed view makes my huevos ache.
I stroke myself twice before picking her up and tossing her on the bed.
I don’t hesitate to crawl on and hover above her.
I lower myself onto my forearms as I settle between her legs.
A moment’s hesitation, and I shift to place my knees outside her legs, pressing hers closed.
I bring us chest-to-chest. She can’t get away unless I let her.
The moment she refuses, I’d move aside, but she slides her arms up between mine.
She crosses her wrists as she lifts them. Our gazes lock as she arches her back.
“Tell me now, chica, if this is still a game.”
“Was it ever really a game?”
I cup her right breast, my thumb sweeping over her nipple until it hardens.
I rock back onto my right elbow and bring my mouth down.
I think for a moment about toying with it.
Instead, I suck it into my mouth. My teeth tug twice before I’m sucking like a starved baby.
She moans and writhes. Her mound rubs my cock, and I nearly lose my mind.
I’ve wanted this woman for weeks.
I’ve craved her touch, her scent, her sound, her looks, her taste.
Every motherfucking single inch of her.
Mind, body, soul.
I might dominate her body, but she dominates my very being.
Mi vida. My life.
Mi Vita.
Mine.
My kiss is brutal and punishing. Being out of control makes my skin crawl. It makes my heart race. I want to fight the feeling until my last breath. If I let this consume me, I’ll hate her for it.
I rock my hips in a rhythm that tells her what it’ll be like once I’m inside her. Her moans soothe the beast within me. Each sound calms me until I feel rational again.
“Jandro, my body’s on fire. You’re burning me from the inside out, and I’m letting you. Please.”
“Please what, chiquita? Stop and let the fire burn out? Extinguish it by making you come?”
Her eyes water once again. “I don’t think there’s any way to put this out. Not until there’s nothing left of me. Not until you’ve destroyed me.”
“Is that what you believe I’ll do? You think my offer to protect you is a lie? That I’m offering you safety from someone else just so I can destroy you?”
“I don’t think you’d do it on purpose. I think being with you will kill me one way or another. Someone will kill me for not killing you. Someone will finish the job, and I won’t be able to stand knowing you’re dead. Giving all of myself to you and not getting all of you back.”
I roll us, making her straddle me before sitting up. The position is erotic as fuck.
“The Cartel will always own part of me. My secrets are ones I can never share with anyone who isn’t a man in my immediate family.
The things I do I’ll never reveal to protect the ones I love and the ones who rely on me.
That part of me is a monster. It’s a beast no cage can contain.
You will never get that part of me. I hate that you know enough to understand what I mean.
I won’t let you anywhere near it, so I’m glad I can’t give you all of me. You’d never unsee who I really am.”
Tears trail down her cheeks, and my own eyes sting with unshed tears. Sex is no longer currency between us. Intimacy is no longer a ploy or tool. This has gone too far too fast, and neither of us can undo what we’ve started. Our only choice is to walk away or let it swallow us whole.
She initiates our kiss, and I let her lead. Her cunt grinds against my cock. She rises onto her knees, and the tip slides between her pussy lips. I feel her drenching it, and the temptation to thrust and claim her is like she’s possessed me.
“I’m clean, caro.” Dear.
The sentiment sounds a lot better in Italian than English. She isn’t eighty, and I didn’t just shovel her driveway. No butterscotch candies from the bottom of her sensible purse.
“Me too. I test regularly, chica.”
“I do too. I’m on birth control. I have a condom in my purse.”
“I have one in my wallet.”
I watch as she considers our choice before she shakes her head. My fingers dig into her waist as I push her onto my cock. She screams, and I groan as I fill her.
“You will drip with my cum. It’ll slide down your thighs, and every sticky moment will remind you that you belong to me now, Vita. There’s no going back. You will tell me the whole fucking truth when we’re done. If you don’t, I will spank you until you do.”
“Will you spank me anyway?”
“Fuck!”
I roll us once more, pinning her torso beneath me as I hammer into her. Her hips rise and fall to meet mine. I’m practically crushing the wrists I have in each hand, pressing them into the pillow beside her head.
“Fucking mine. All mine.”
Her possessiveness only drives me wilder. It makes me want to claim her too. I will when I come inside her.
“That’s right, chica. You will get a part of me no woman ever has.”
Her surprise makes me smile.
“I’ve always worn a condom, even when I’ve known my partner is clean and on birth control.”
“And I’m different?”
“I can’t give you all of me, but I can give you something no one else can ever have.”
She lifts her head from the pillow, and I release her wrists when she strains against my hold. She brings her hands over my ears as she grasps my head. Her kiss means everything to me. It’s one of genuine happiness.
“You’re the only one too, Jandro.”
“Fucking mine. All mine.”
“Sì, tesoro.” Yes, darling.
We kiss everywhere we can reach. Each other’s faces, shoulders, and chest. Our hands skim over every inch we can touch.
This is purely vanilla—a type of sex I haven’t had in a decade.
It’s passionate, and it’s rough. But it’s filled with feelings I’ve never had before.
From her expression whenever I catch a glimpse, it’s the same for her.
“May I come? Please.”
“Yes. You beg like such a good girl, but you don’t have to ask today. Take.”
“Thank you… Dio mio!”
It works in both languages. I’m ready to call out the same thing if I didn’t fear my father’s mother hearing me from her grave all the way in Colombia.
She wasn’t a fan of anyone taking the Lord’s name in vain.
She’d definitely not appreciate it while I have the best sex of my life with a woman who isn’t my wife.
“Joder, chiquita!” Fuck, little girl!
“I’m so close… Don’t stop… Please, don’t stop. So close.”
“I have no intention of stopping until you scream my name, and your cunt’s full of my cum.”
I push back to kneel, lifting her hips and lower back from the bed. I pound into her, rubbing my pubic bone against her clit. She clutches the sheets, and I see the sheen of sweat on her brow. Her body glistens, and she’s breathtaking. I can’t get my fill of how she glows as she comes.
“Jandro!”
“Vita!”
I thrust into her one more time before dropping onto my forearms, continuing to rock my hips as I draw out her orgasm.
I want to collapse because I’m spent, but I don’t want to miss the chance for her to come again if she can.
I roll onto my back, letting her take control as she rides me.
She rocks against me until she throws her head back, the cords in her neck straining.
“Come for me, chica. Come for D—”
Fucking hell. I barely stop myself. Where the ever-loving fuck did that word come from? It’s never been my thing. Like I’ve called no other woman chiquita or chica, no woman’s called me that disconcerting name.
Her entire body tenses, and her nails scratch my pecs as she braces herself. I watch her abs contract, and her thighs squeeze my hips as she comes.
“Daddy!”