Chapter 53 Santos #2
“Mmm,” she mumbled through the fabric lodged in her mouth as she trembled above me, clenching her fingers tightly over my shoulders as she held on.
She bucked her hips, pushing herself deeper into my mouth, and I speared two fingers inside her without hesitating.
I found that button inside her with ease and rubbed my fingers along it while savagely sucking on her clit like It was the best meal I’d ever had.
“Oh -od!” She tried to cry out, but it came out as muffled garbage through the panties, and I pumped my fingers harder through her climax, feeling her walls tightening around me. She fisted my hair and pulled tight, dragging me up her body, but I wasn’t ready to let her take charge.
No.
I needed this.
I needed to own her, leave a mark on her, to make her mine.
I’d spent too long fighting this feeling, the urge to finally give in and lose control was unbearable, and there was nothing to hold me back anymore.
I pulled the remnants of her dress off her shoulders, letting the scraps drop to the floor as I undid my belt.
She let out a hitched breath when I pulled my cock free from my pants, her eyes not missing the piercings lining the underside of my shaft as she licked her lips subconsciously.
I turned her around in one swift motion to press her front against the wall.
Then it was there.
I only barely heard about it, I’d spent the entire week consumed with my own bullshit, and I hadn’t even bothered to check on her. She turned her head back to look at me, as if she already knew.
I wanted to know what was going through her mind, but knowing Cecilia, it was likely something ridiculous about this wound making her unattractive. Her eyes glazed over, the serious expression on her face cut through me as she waited for my reaction, making me angrier than I could imagine.
She didn’t say it, but I knew she thought it. I pulled her by the hair, bringing her head back to look up at me.
“You better not be thinking something stupid Morena,” I said before lining the tip of my cock to her entrance and pushing it in slowly.
Letting her feel each individual bar that went down my Jacob's ladder as it entered her.
Her eyes widened, and she let out a muffled moan with each inch while gazing up at me, my hold on her hair still tight, as her neck pulled back, straining her throat.
She looked so fucking sinful.
Every torturous moment in the past made this one even sweeter as I relished the feeling of her around me. Her pussy was so tight and hot, there had never been another that could compare; there was nothing that felt like this.
“I want to feel you come on my cock,” I whispered in her ear as I pounded into her, smashing her breasts against the concrete wall without mercy.
She nodded and mumbled something incoherently, and I reached down to rub her clit with my fingers again, pinching and moving back and forth as she shook her head side to side.
Her orgasm came out like a guttural cry as she struggled with the underwear still lodged in her mouth, and I felt wave after wave of her muscles contracting around me.
She practically melted in my arms, and I held her up as I continued to slam into her over and over, until I soon followed her, shooting my cum deep inside her with one final thrust.
She breathed heavily, her fingers still clutching onto any ridged ledge on the wall she could find, and I pulled the panties out of her mouth.
The wet splotching from them hitting the concrete echoed through the cells as I threw them on the ground before turning her around.
I wiped the drool from the edge of her lips, sinking my tongue deep into her mouth and she moaned into me, rubbing her hands up my chest as if to feel if I was really here.
“Now what?” I said, breaking the kiss. Not sure where we went from here.
“Now we self-destruct so we don’t ever have to look each other in the eye again,” she joked, forcing a smile out of me as she casually adapted to this transition much easier than I ever could.
What happens when the dream girl isn’t a dream anymore?
I guess you spend the rest of your life protecting that.
Keeping her at all costs.
“I mean-” I started, but she cut me off.
“I know what you mean. I’m going to handle Guillermo,” she said, dropping her arms, and I pulled the filthy shirt off of me and handed it to her. Archer’s blood had long dried, and as dirty as it was, it was better than the shredded dress that no longer had any use lying on the ground.
I raised an eyebrow at her as she pulled the shirt over her head, unbothered by its state. “You’re going to handle him?” I questioned her.
“I’m tired of running. Running from weak men and their quiet threats.
I’m louder, meaner, smarter, and I don’t send sicarios to do my bidding either.
I’ll rip his throat out myself.” Her voice had that authoritative tone from when she first entered the cell, the same one that sent a chill down my spine.
“And how do you plan on doing that Morena?” I asked her as she sat on the cot casually, as if she hadn’t just declared war on the Cártel.
I admired her ambition, but as far as I knew, her army was three.
Yeah, maybe Zerkos and Kane counted for at least twenty each, but that wasn’t enough against Los Muertos.
“I’m taking back what’s mine,” she announced, and before I could question any further, Mateo slammed open the door down the hall and walked down the aisle towards us, whistling.
He stopped in his tracks once he reached my cell, not missing the way Celia’s dress laid on the floor next to her panties.
He gave her a grin, and she looked down, the closest thing to a tell that meant she was blushing because her skin tone didn’t allow it.
“You get what you need?” The asshole asked her shrewdly as he unlocked the cell door, and she fought back a smile but failed.
I used to be the only one able to do that; I didn’t know how to feel about whatever it was they were becoming.
What did that mean for me?
“You ready to head back up?” He asked her, but she looked down, fiddling with her fingernails. He laughed louder than necessary.
“I’m not going to take pity on you just because you’ve got his cum dripping down your legs, let’s go.”
I eyed him suspiciously. I wasn’t sure how he could brush off the fact that I’d just fucked her like it meant nothing to him. Clearly, something was going on between them that even Zerkos acknowledged him as someone he could depend on to care for her well-being.
So why was he being so nonchalant about this?
He tilted his head towards the entrance and winked her way, “Come on, I promise I can make it worth your time.” He extended a hand to her, and she stood up from the cot.
I followed her, but Kane tisked at me and put his hand over my chest as if to say I wasn’t going anywhere.
“Not you traitor. Ronan’s deciding what to do with you still.”
I frowned at his words, but Cecilia grabbed my hand as she tried to pull me out of the cell.
“Either he comes out, or I’m staying with him. What’s it gonna be?” She tapped her feet as she waited for his answer. Kane lifted her chin and gave her an exaggerated kiss, running his hands up her body.
“Don’t make me into the bad guy, Sunshine. I much prefer it when we leave it up to the other two assholes,” he said as he pulled away, and she gave a solemn smile.
“Deal,” she said, looking back and mouthing the word, “Sorry.”
I wasn’t sorry.
How could I be when everything led up to this?