me to release myself inside her. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you, mi reyna?”
“Just shut up and fuck me, asshole.”
I pull my hand from the stone and shove three fingers into her mouth, pushing into her throat until she gags. The sounds coming from her mouth cause me to grow even harder, and there comes a point where I’m ramming myself inside her harder and harder. My balls slap against her soaked pussy and I make no effort to slow down.
“Fuck!” Chills run over my body and I know I’m close to cumming inside her. My balls tighten as her walls clamp down, almost like she’s wrapped a tourniquet around my balls, forcing me to cum inside her.
“I’m going to cum,” I warn her, ‘cause if she doesn’t want me to, she needs to tell me now. I’m about two seconds from exploding when Amara shifts her body. My cock is out of her and her hand’s wrapped around my shaft. I thrust while she pumps until I’m releasing myself over her torso. My seed spurts over the front of her dress, on the top of her breasts and a speck even lands on the side of her lip.
She darts her tongue out, slides it along her lip and licks it free. “Mmm, not bad.”
“I won’t let you go, Amara.” I state, sticking to our conversation from before.
“I’m not a woman who will be imprisoned ever again.”
Fuck. “I’m not imprisoning you, mi reyna. I simply can’t leave here . . . and you won’t go either. You may visit, but you will not live in America. We are meant to be together.”
Amara’s mischievous grin shifts to something more tight-lipped. “I don’t know how you’re so certain of this. About me. We barely know one another.”
I scoff, “You stupid girl. One look at you and I knew you were special. I know you don’t believe you are, but you’re a gift. I will say this one more time, and only once more. I refuse to lose you when I’ve just found you.” I crush my lips down onto Amara’s, kissing her with only fire and passion. This woman must know how much I crave her. How my body, spirit, and soul yearn for her by my side.
I will never let her leave me.
Chapter Nineteen
Sometimes I feel like God. When I order someone to be killed, they die the same day
~ Pablo Escobar
Dante
“What do you think of his offer, Father?” I question, sitting beside my father at one of the most prestigious restaurants in all of Mexico City. We’re having dinner with Cesar Alonzo, the leader of the Guatemalan Cartel.
Eduardo should’ve had this meeting, yet Cesar wanted to meet with my father and I because it directly pertained to us and our familia. Cesar has just offered me a marriage proposal to his eldest daughter, Beatriz.
“Tsk. It simply cannot happen, Cesar.” My father shakes his head, dismissing it. Guatemalans are the types who enjoy to skirt the line of our world. Rumor has it, Cesar is mixed up in some shady shit.
“Why not?” Cesar, the old brute, questions from across the table. His eyebrows are as thick as the highway and his tanned skin is marked with wrinkles from his long life.
“My son is engaged to a woman already. I will not encourage him to break a union with another Cartel familia. What type of leader would I be if I allowed this sort of disrespect?” My father continues. You see, when you’re a member of a Cartel familia, you are supposed to show respect to others, even if they are your enemies.
This is one of the many traditions the movies and books don’t get right. We may have hated Rafael for what he did to our country, but we never once put anyone else who had his blood running through their veins at risk. That is the respect we offer. We simply won’t cross certain lines.
“Another . . . who?” Cesar seems upset, appearing to have figured out this marriage would’ve eliminated many of our problems.
“Amara, Rafael’s niece.” I fill him in, smirking from where I sit.
“The half-blood? You must be joking. Shit. Her father was never involved in the Cartel. He was simply a bastard. My Beatriz would be a much better fit, a regal one at that. Francisco, talk some sense into your son.” Cesar throws his hands up in the air, outraged at the news.
“I will do no such thing, Cesar. My son made his choice and I support