Chapter 83 Santos
SANTOS
“I’m sorry,” she said after five minutes of driving in silence.
“No you’re not,” I answered.
“You’re right, I’m not.”
“And you’d probably do it again too, if given the chance,” I added, turning my head just in time to get a glimpse of her biting her lip like I really knew her too well for her own good.
“I guess after watching my family go through so much pain, so much violence, I thought I was doing the right thing by prioritizing your safety above everything. The three of you are my family.” She shrugged, looking out the window while fidgeting with her nails.
“What do you think would happen to the three of us if he had hurt you? If he had killed you?” I asked.
“What would happen to me if it was the other way around?” She raised her voice.
I sighed.
“Stop trying to leave me all alone in this world,” she chastised.
“That’s not what I’m trying to do,” I gritted out.
“And what would you have done had I taken you up there with me?” she asked.
“I would have k—”
“Killed that motherfucker,” she interrupted, nodding like I was just so damn obvious. “You see the problem with that yet?”
“I do,” I admitted begrudgingly. “But my wanting to protect you isn’t because I don’t think you can’t protect yourself. It’s because you’ve been doing it for so long. Don’t you think it’s time to let someone else take a turn?”
“Take a turn?” she asked.
“You’ve been looking over your shoulder for fifteen years, Morena. Let us watch your back now. Can you do that?” I asked, her shoulders sagging like she was relieved.
“I can try.” She breathed out, wrapping her hand over mine and squeezing.
“You can’t keep running into the mouth of danger by yourself every time. It drives me fucking insane. Maybe you’ve forgotten that we do things together, but it’s the reason why the three of us are still alive. Okay?”
“Okay.” She nodded, her eyes burning straight into mine.
“Thank you.” I dropped my hand to her thigh where her fancy dress had been ripped to shreds, exposing her bare leg. There was nothing like feeling her hot skin under my touch. “Did he hurt you?”
“He banged my head up pretty good.” She rubbed the back of her head. “But I’ll survive.”
“Let me see.” I told her, but she shook her head.
“You’re driving.”
“Let me see!” I stepped on the break, forcing the car into a screeching halt.
The smell of burnt rubber filled the car and she rushed to slide her window up, but it was too late.
“You’re insane! What are you doing?” She laughed as I pulled her off her seat and folded her over the middle console so that her head was on my lap.
She tried to push off of me, but I grabbed the back of her neck and pinned her down.
“Stay still, I want to make sure you’re okay.” I ran my fingers through her scalp gently, feeling for anything possibly concerning.
She relaxed her head onto my lap, despite her face being directly on my dick aside from the thin layer of fabric separating us from each other.
There were some pretty good bumps and a small scratch that had bled and already dried up around her hair, but considering she wasn’t even complaining from the pain, it didn’t seem serious.
“See, all fine,” she said sarcastically with her mouth plastered onto the crotch of my pants.
“Not all fine,” I grumbled, taking my foot off the break and driving on once again.
“Then let me make it better,” she said with a honeyed tone to her voice, cupping my dick through my pants and giving it a squeeze.
I could feel her hot breath practically on my cock through the fabric of the designer suit she had me in. She unzipped me, way too fucking slowly, and the anticipation alone engorged my erection further.
“Oh fuck, Morena,” I said just as her hand reached inside my pants, the soft skin of her dainty palms squeezing around my shaft and pulling it free.
“Pay attention to the road,” she reminded me, each word sending goosebumps down my spine as her exhale tickled the overly sensitive skin.
“Then hurry up and put your mouth on me.” I forced her head back down, drawing a yelp from her.
Her lips wrapped around the head of my cock, barely any pressure as she swirled her tongue around, making me nearly forget about the road when she swallowed me down.
The heat of her mouth was almost enough to make me come, but the way she moved her tongue around each bar of my piercings was even more intense.
I groaned, a bolt of pleasure running up my spine every time she relaxed and took me all the way down the back of her throat. She picked up speed, her saliva dripping all over my cock while her head bobbed up and down my lap.
How many men would ever get to say they got road head by the baddest cártel queen to ever live?
Her fingers wrapped around the base of my dick. She squeezed and tugged using her own spit as lube while she gagged down my cock with more than audible moans. I released my grip on her hair and trailed my fingers down her back, cupping her ass.
It was sticking up in the air, perfectly taunting me in the reflection of the passenger window. I lifted my hand up and dropped it down with a hard smack. She moaned a deep guttural sound that vibrated from her chest down to my balls.
“Fuck. That mouth.” I closed my eyes for a split second, forgetting the road.
She was slobbering more now, one hand gripping my thigh for support with the kind of pressure that would leave a mark.
The other hand rolled my balls in her palm, she kneaded them softly, playing with them in her hand while she continued to slide up and down my shaft.
I lifted my hand up and struck down once more eliciting a grunt of pleasure from her.
I slid my hand through the rips in the fabric of her dress, letting my fingers roam under the elastic of her underwear.
Her back arched further, her ass sticking up higher somehow as she reached for more of my touch.
I gave her juicy ass one final squeeze before traveling further down, feeling the slickness pooling between her legs.
She was so goddamn wet and it was just from sucking me off.
“Do you want me inside you?” I whispered.
She nodded, mumbling some incoherent bullshit with my cock still in her mouth.
“Fuck,” I moaned, closing my eyes again before remembering it was up to me to keep us alive.
I pushed my fingers inside her, a welcome whimper from within her chest greeted me just as I made my way into her tight, drenched cunt. She groaned, the vibrations making my toes curl until I couldn’t fight the inevitable any longer.
“I’m gonna come,” I warned her, but she didn’t let up, using my words as fuel and moving faster, sucking even harder than before like she was going to pull my soul out through my cock.
I’d never fought harder in my life to keep my eyes open, the dark of the night and the weak headlights of the car we’d stolen were proving to be enough of a challenge. Receiving the hottest blowjob known to man definitely turned the game up to hard mode.
I pulled my fingers out from inside her, drawing a disappointed grunt from her before forcing a squeal once I gripped the back of her neck and shoved her as far down my cock as possible.
I moved her up and down my length, feeling my core tighten and my balls drawing tighter the closer I got to my release.
I took the right turn into the address she’d plugged into the navigation system, peeling hard through the gravel driveway before pulling the emergency break just as I emptied myself down her throat.
She lifted her head up slowly, wiping her lips with the back of her hands before giving me a devilishly sinful look. She then looked past me to my window, and she settled into a proud smirk that spread to her eyes with a dangerous glow.
I turned my head to see Ronan standing next to my window and surely there Kane was on the other side of hers. He opened her door, completely devouring her with his eyes before he opened his mouth to speak.
“Damn sunshine, there’s a puddle on the seat,” he commented, pulling her by the waist and tossing her over his shoulder.
“I see you’ve made up,” Ronan said with a smirk, extending his hand to me to help me out of the car.
“She said sorry.” I grinned back.
“Why do I not believe that?” He laughed.
“She said it in her own way.” I followed Mateo into what would now be our new home.
She said it was smaller, and in comparison to the villa it was, but for some reason I had been expecting a house.
It wasn’t.
It was just a smaller mansion.
She was yelling something at Mateo and pounding her fists on his back.
“What’s the problem?” Zerkos asked, catching up to them.
“She’s mad because I told her I’d lock her up if she wouldn’t take the night off.” Kane smirked.
“I need to talk to Ignacio,” she shouted.
“He’ll be there in the morning, sunshine,” he said calmly, taking her further into the house as if their head start had already given him all the time he needed to get accustomed to what would be our new home.
“He’s not wrong, beautiful. Give Emory some time to patch him up, get his adrenaline back down so that you can cause him more damage tomorrow,” Ronan told her.
Mateo dropped her to her feet in the kitchen, her disappointment was more than evident.
“I’ve waited so long for this,” she told them both, clenching her fists tightly.
“So what’s a few more hours?” Zerkos asked her. “Get some rest, go in there with a clear head so you don’t make any rash decisions just because you're thirsty for revenge.”
“It’s not in me to be patient.” She crossed her arms over her chest, jaw clenched tight.
“Maybe we can distract you then.”
“Unlikely, I’m wound up and there’s nothing I want more than to make him pay,” she snipped at us, teeth bared like she wasn’t taking no for an answer.
“Nothing?” Ronan looked at her questioningly, stepping towards her way too slowly.
She shook her head to confirm. His hand reached up to cup the side of her face, his thumb brushing down her lip before he pulled her to him and locked his lips around hers.
“Then I’ll go kill him for you so you can get some adequate rest.” He smirked, pulling away from her.
She shoved him playfully. “You’re a pain in my ass Ronan.”
“And I’ll continue to be that till the day one of us dies, flower.” He reached over the counter pulling a large paper bag and began distributing the tortas wrapped in aluminum foil to each of us as we gathered around the kitchen for our first meal in our new home.