Enslaved (Colombian Cartel #6) - Suzanne Steele Page 0,13

in front.” He opened it, staring. “You are so fucking, hot. That’s it. Stick your finger up in there. Oh, man. Watching you is like my own live little peep show. Oh, look at your body shake—there it is, girl. Show me what you’ve got. You’re my little dirty girl. Lick that off there, babe,” he said, leaning in so she could lick the tip of his engorged cock.

“Look at your lips trembling—you’re so excited.” He fisted a handful of hair and jerked her head back. “Did I say you could suck? I said lick. There it is…you’re going to come again. You like the shit I do to you. You ask me if you can suck my cock and I’ll decide. Spread your legs wider. I want to see what’s mine. So vulnerable when you’re open like that. Stick another finger in, Roxanne. Good girl. It will never be enough because my cock is what scratches that itch in you that you can’t get to. You are so wet it’s seeping down your inner thigh. You want me to stick my fingers up in there—pull them back and touch that place you can’t get to?”

“Fuck yes, Tony. Please help me,” she groaned weakly.

“Please, Tony, please,” he mocked her. “Look how compliant you are when I have something you want. What do I get?”

“Why do you do this to me? Why?”

“I told you to ask me if you can suck my cock.” He stared down on her with contempt.

“Can I suck your cock, Tony?”

“Just the head. You can’t have it all. That’s it. Suck the head. You’re coming again. Such a nasty, little girl.” He watched her body shake. “Run your tongue around it. Mm, my girl. Look up at me through those long lashes of yours. Good girl.” He tossed his head back and growled somewhere deep in his chest. “Take it, Roxanne. All of it.”

This was the moment she was in power. She eased her throat open, relaxing it, so she didn’t interrupt the flow of the moment. Her fingers stroked lightly beneath his balls. She could see his fists clenching and feel his balls tightening. His body racked with pleasure as his seed hit the back of her throat. His teeth were gritted and his jaw tight with desire. His eyes were closed as she waited for what she knew was coming.

Antonio Wayne’s eyes opened and looked at his wife. They were as black as coal, and none of the edge was missing. The killer remained. His lip snarled as he looked down on her.

“Don’t ever get shit twisted. And you and I,” he waved a finger back and forth between them, “we’ll be cool. I love you. You’re my wife, but I own your ass. There is no mountain you can climb and no ocean you can cross that I can’t find you. Do we understand each other?”

No words came out of her mouth, just a slight nod of her head.

“Good.” He leaned down and kissed her forehead. He put his flaccid cock back in his pants. He turned on his toe and left the room as if he hadn’t just blown up her world. It was Antonio Wayne’s World, and it always would be. Roxanne of all people knew: being a braindead girl who found any loser to control their life didn’t constitute dominance and submission, but what she had with Antonio Wayne Ramirez damn sure did.

Chapter Six

Mano stood in the shadows blending in like a chameleon. He wasn’t just in the shadows—he was a shadow. He had a clear view of Judy and Page. He could tell they were impressed with their surroundings. Roxanne had done precisely what he knew her husband had told her to: befriend the women. They had no idea they were on the Colombian cartel’s radar. Page had made the one mistake every novice to a life of crime did: she believed she was in control. Making your own travel plans with no man to answer to didn’t ensure independence.

It bothered him that she was even more stunning up close. He wanted to hate her, not view her as a beautiful woman. Beautiful women were a dime a dozen in his world, but this one was gutsy and smart. He knew deep down in that wordsmith heart of hers was a merciful person who cared about the people of his motherland. She wanted to tell the inside story to the public that judged the people of Colombia. She was growing