Victor sat watching the bedroom door, as patiently as a man obsessed with a woman can wait. Even though Valentina had been in good hands with his mother, he couldn’t ignore the fact that she’d snuck out. He had no doubt his mother had been in on it, which was a good thing because it meant she liked his woman. Winning his mother over wasn’t easy. Nevertheless, he needed to nip that shit in the bud.

He felt Valentina’s presence even before he saw the door handle turn. Showtime…

He tossed back a shot of tequila like it was Kool-Aid. The burn felt so fucking good going down and the numbness that followed was a welcome reprieve from the anger that consumed him.

Valentina closed the door and turned to walk toward the bed, freezing in place at the sight of him waiting for her. He never took his eyes off her as he stood and prowled over to her. Uncertainty glowed in her eyes, verging on fear, a combination that fueled the blood already rushing to his cock. He fucking loved this shit.

He ran the pad of his thumb along her jaw line as he studied her face. “You’re so fucking beautiful. You know it’s dangerous for you to be out without a bodyguard. Why would you be so foolish, hmm?”

“I think you’re being a little melodramatic, Victor. I was with your mother, after all.”

“Melodramatic. Really. Hmm, that’s an interesting way to put it.” He twirled a strand of her hair between his fingers, continuing to regard her speculatively. He leaned in and whispered in her ear, “I. Want. To. Fuck. You. I want my cock buried in you. Gonna mark you, to remind both of us that you belong to me. I’m going crazy with need, so be ready for a hard ride.”

He slipped his hand around her neck and took delight in the racing heartbeat beneath his thumb. He slipped his other hand around her lower back, pulling her close and covering her mouth with his. Her breathing quickened when he pushed his body against her and she felt his hardness pressing against her lower stomach.

He unbuttoned her jeans and shoved them down her hips to the floor, silently gesturing for her to lose the shoes and panties too. After she shimmied out of her underwear, he slid his hand over her flat stomach and pressed his forehead to hers as he whispered the question that plagued him. “Is my baby in there yet?”

Her breath hitched in her throat. Every time he touched her it was like a new part of her stirred to life. “No, I-I don’t think so, Victor. Anyway, I’m not ready for that, it’s too much. It’s too soon.”

“Well, I disagree,” he murmured as he stroked a finger through her folds. “You feel more than ready to me. We’ll just have to do something about that.”

“I’m serious, Victor--”

“Sshhh, sshhh…” He undressed and led her over to the bed where he cupped her breasts, testing their weight in his hands. He imagined them heavy with milk for his son, couldn’t help but wonder how it would taste on his tongue while he enjoyed the lush, sexy curves that would come with pregnancy.

The caveman in him roared to life, demanding that he give in to the biological imperative to mate. He pushed her down onto the bed and tried to decide where to begin. He didn’t want to scare her, so he did his best to put her mind at ease as he lay down next to her. “I know, I know, a child would mean surrendering, eh? To me, to this life. And you’re not ready to surrender, are you, baby? Not just yet…”

She licked her lips and shook her head, her eyes following his progress as Victor pressed kisses down the length of her torso. He settled his shoulders between her legs and ran his tongue between her swollen pussy lips, tasting her like it was the first time. He slipped a finger inside her and thrust rhythmically as he pulsed her clit between his beautiful lips, until her hips were moving in time to a symphony only they could hear.

He could have happily feasted on her pussy for days. It was perfect, she was perfect. Fucking hell, but her pussy actually tasted sweet, like peaches and honey and something that was uniquely her. He could barely remember his life before Valentina, but, yeah, he had gotten plenty of women off with his mouth and he knew for a fact he was good at it. But it had never been something he particularly craved on its own. But Valentina was something else entirely and he couldn’t get enough of the feel of her, the taste of her. Sweet fucking pussy. Damn.

When her moans became more urgent and her hips began to move frantically, he knew it was time to bear down and pick up the pace. He added a second finger and pumped them hard, aiming for the bundle of nerves he could feel just inside her, and sucked her clit between his lips as he worked it relentlessly with the tip of his tongue. Her legs abruptly tightened around his head, her hips bucking wildly as the orgasm rolled through her. He waited until she came down from the high before he rose up over her and thrust for home. With her impaled on his cock, he lifted onto his knees and pounded into her like a madman until she succumbed to another orgasm.

He bared his teeth as the base of his spine began to tingle. He groaned mindlessly as waves of pleasure overtook him, pulsing through his body as he emptied his seed into her. He stared down at her as the orgasm slowly receded, his chest heaving as his cock continued to jerk with aftershocks.

He would put a baby in her. She would bear his children. He would fuck her over and over again to see that she did.

When they finished, she curled up against his side, utterly boneless and sated. Caught in that languid state somewhere between sleep and wakefulness, he almost didn’t catch the sleepy words she whispered against his skin. “Victor…no clowns to decorate the nursery, okay? I’m terrified of them.” Her body stiffened next to him and her voice quavered as she added, “Not that I’m agreeing to anything. I’m just sayin’. You know. Just in case.”

He stroked her hair, not bothering to hide the smile that touched his lips. Her candor was a good sign, he thought; a sign that on some level she was starting to accept her new life as a cartel woman and, more importantly, his woman.

“Don’t fuck with me, Juanita. You’re up to something and I want to know what it is.”

Juanita jerked her head up, freeing her chin from her husband’s grip as she glared at him defiantly. “You’re overreacting, Ricardo, the same way I’m sure your son is.”

Her defiance shot straight to his cock, sending a jolt of sexual heat through every nerve in his body. “That’s a good girl, fight me, I fucking love it.”

He stripped her of her shirt, bra and jeans, then with one hand shredded her panties and threw them on the floor like the inconvenience they were. Within seconds, he was out of his own clothes and had thrown her over his shoulder. He tossed her on the bed, flipping her onto her hands and knees before yanking her back toward him by her hips. He positioned the head of his cock at her entrance and ignored her attempts to scramble away from his firm hold as he slammed into her on a powerful downward thrust. The fight abruptly went out of her as she gave as good as she got, pushing her hips back to meet his, her greedy pussy gripping him as her walls tightened around him. He brought out her best, her worst, and everything in between.

He reached his hands around her to rub her clit and knead her breast, knowing well that the combination of sensations always sent her reeling. “Mine. Fucking mine,” he groaned, his voice agonized. He pistoned into her hot depths, roaring his pleasure as he let his climax release the heat that seemed to simmer just below the surface every day of his life at the mere thought of this woman.

Moments later, Ricardo reached over to the nightstand, pulled a cigarette from an open pack, placing it between his lips. “You gonna tell me what happened?” he asked, his words slightly muffled, the cigarette quivering as he spoke. Cupping his hands around the lighter, he lit the cigarette and took a deep pull from it, cutting his narrowed eyes at her shrewdly as he leaned back against the headboard and blew out a steady stream of smoke.

“The FBI is what happened. Must have been a slow day for Turner to have nothing better to do than follow two women out shopping. You should have seen his partner trying not to fangirl all over Valentina. I thought she was going to ask for an autograph.”

“Really. Interesting. I’ll find out what’s going on. I can promise you they weren’t out for a joyride. Turner never does anything without a reason.”

“Should we be worried?”

He worked his cigarette for a while, lost in thought. Finally, he shrugged, and his gruff chuckle brought a smile to her face. “Would it do any good to worry, my beautiful Rubia?”

“No. That never accomplishes anything.”

“Exactly,” he said as took a last drag and put the cigarette out. “Now, you know me, I’m a man of action. I’ll check in with the man we have on the inside now and find out what’s going on so we can get ahead of this thing. We don’t want any past sins coming back to haunt us.”

“Well,” she said silkily as she pressed a kiss over his heart before moving down to press a kiss on the head of his cock. “You know me, love, I’m on board with whatever you need. It’s all about family and cartel for me.”

“That’s what I love about you, Rubia,” he said, his voice thick in his throat as he struggled to string two words together. Fuck, but this woman’s tongue was pure magic. “Ahh…you are truly…the most fearless woman I’ve ever known.”

“Are you sure that’s all you love about me?” she teased coyly before pressing the tip of her tongue into his slit to collect a delicious drop of pre-cum.

Ricardo gripped the back of her head as she wrapped her lips around his swollen hood. “You know better than that. Now suck my cock, woman.”