Enslaved (Colombian Cartel #6) - Suzanne Steele Page 0,39

to keep it in place. He took another drink of whiskey and savored the warmth going down and the pain pills kicking in. He opened the drawer and took three more. His work was cut out for him, and he had no time to let the pain keep him from the job he needed to do. He smiled as he thought about putting a bullet in Page’s head. The bitch had to die. It would have been easier if she hadn’t hooked up with Mano. There were very few men El Loco feared, and Mano was one of them. The ideal thing would be to kill Page without Mano knowing it was him. It wouldn’t be easy with the connections Mano had. Mano wasn’t an enemy he wanted to make. He wasn’t sure if Mano recognized him, but he hoped like hell he didn’t. If Mano figured out it was him, he would bring in more cartel men, and then it would be impossible to get to Page. Not to mention the chaotic shitshow that would ensue.

Chapter Twenty Three

Antonio Wayne raked his fingers over his wife’s back. She was on all fours, and he had a full-access view to her sex. He loved watching his cock go in and out of her. The sheen of her juices on his cock intrigued him. It was a boost to his ego to know he still turned her on. Any man worth his weight in salt made certain to pleasure his woman before himself. He studied her body. It was a map he desired to know all the pleasure zones of. Each dip and valley, and every curve and detour, was something he wanted to be intimately acquainted with. He had memorized every freckle and mole on her body. She was the love of his life, and investing time in her was his pleasure. He didn’t think he could love until the day he laid eyes on her. Marriage had never been a part of his thought process, but after his brother sent her, he was obsessed. She had opened a new world to him, one he never knew existed. A world where he could love.

He leisurely ran the tips of his fingers over her sweat sheened back as he thrust in and out of her painfully slow. He was purposely building her up until she reached a crescendo of pleasure that would send her over the edge of ecstasy. He slapped his hand on her ass, sending a mixture of pleasure and pain through her body. He watched her hands as her fingers clenched the sheets like a cat kneading the bedding. One more smack on the opposite cheek of her ass sent her over the abyss, and she was screaming out in pleasure. Her body pulled his seed from him, racking an orgasm through him that started from his head and ended somewhere in the tips of his toes. Each time he brought her pleasure was better than the last and forged them together as one.

Roxanne fell into the mattress; her energy spent as she floated in post-coital bliss. Antonio Wayne leaned down and whispered in her ear, “It just gets better and better.”

“Yes, it does, my love,” she smiled.

The phone ringing caused Antonio Wayne to pull out of her. She groaned, feeling a sense of loss at the loss of his cock being lodged deeply within her depths.

“Diga me,” was all he said. He put it on speaker when he heard Mano’s voice on the other end of the line.

“We need to meet with you and Roxanne, Antonio. You were right about somebody coming after my woman. I don’t know how the hell you see trouble coming before it rears its ugly head, but you do.”

“My brother Ricardo says the same thing. I’ve been like that since I was a kid. Meet me at the house.”

Mano snickered when Antonio hung up, still the same ol’ Antonio Wayne—a man of few words.

Antonio and Roxanne rushed through a shower. The housekeeper would make sure the bedding was changed long before the meeting was over. It didn’t matter how much Roxanne attempted helping the woman, the housekeeper always refused to let her lift a finger. Antonio Wayne wanted Roxanne at his disposal and what the man wanted he got. Antonio wanted her involved in the business, and that kept her busy. There was no time for running a house when you worked for the Colombian cartel.

Chapter Twenty Four

Page stared out the window in