I’M IN A dream.
A dream that consists of lying in bed all day every day where my romantic villain ravishes me until I’m spent and exhausted. For two straight weeks, he’s had his men doing the dirty work while he does me.
It’s heaven.
But when we fuck, it’s something straight out of a porn mag from hell. Diego is a freak. Apparently, so am I. I have the bruises to prove it.
“I have a gift for you,” Diego murmurs, his face buried against my bare chest.
I smile as I run my fingers through his black hair. “I thought what you gave me after breakfast was my gift.”
He chuckles. “Nah, I was just hungry for your cunt. This gift is different.”
“Should I be afraid?” I question, a flutter of butterflies dancing in my stomach.
He lifts up on an elbow and regards me with a sexy grin. His hair is wild and his facial hair has grown out some. I think he looks the hottest when he’s messy and disheveled.
“You never have to be afraid with me.” He leans forward and kisses my lips. “But get dressed. I can’t put this off any longer or I’ll have a five foot nothing tigress flying all the way out here to maul me.”
I frown in confusion. What the hell is he talking about?
“Get dressed, mi diablita.”
Fifteen minutes later, I’m dressed in a jade-colored sun dress and have my hair pulled into a sleek ponytail. I’m sitting on Diego’s lap in front of a laptop staring at the open Skype app.
“What are we doing?” I demand as I absently rub my finger over the big D on my hand. I’m still attempting to pick glue scabs off of it. His chest looks worse, though. Tatiana had a fit when she found out what we did and dosed us both up with antibiotics.
“We’re making good on a promise.”
“Okaaaaay,” I huff. “I thought we were partners.”
He bites the back of my bicep. “Remember that when she’s yelling at me.”
“Who—”
A beeping sound resounds from the computer. Diego leans forward to accept the call. Then, I’m staring straight into the big brown eyes of Brie. The sight of her has my chest squeezing and tears welling in my eyes. Last time I saw her, she was desperately trying to hold her husband’s neck together.
“Vee!” she shrieks and leans forward to touch the screen. “Has he hurt you? He promised not to!”
I look over my shoulder at Diego and he gives me a smug grin.
“Wait? Are you sitting in his lap? Oh my God,” she growls. “Is he forcing you? I’m sending Daddy and—”
I snap my gaze to hers and snarl my words. “Do not send that man anywhere near me.”
Confusion mars her features but then it sinks in. Her father killed my father. My father killed her husband.
“I’m sorry!” We both blurt out at the same time. Brie blubbers about how it isn’t my fault. None of it is either of our faults. I’m barely keeping it together because she’s bawling her eyes out. Diego hugs my middle and kisses my back, which calms me considerably.
A rogue tear slips out and I lift my hand to swipe it away.
“What is that?” Brie chokes out. “YOU BRANDED MY FRIEND?!” That comment was for Diego.
“What I did to him is far worse,” I assure her with a teary laugh. “How are you? How’s the baby?”
She stands and shows me her gigantic stomach. My friend is an adorable pregnant woman. “Two babies.”
“Oh my God!” I squeal and touch the screen. God, I miss her so much.
“We’re naming them Alejandra and Duvan,” she tells me with pride. Sadness flickers in her eyes but mostly she’s happy. Actually, I haven’t seen Brie this happy in a long time.
“We’re?”
She gives me a shy smile but doesn’t get to answer me because some muscular guy walks in to the room where she’s at and stands behind her. He’s tatted up and wears tons of scars.
“Hey, Little Mermaid,” a familiar male voice rumbles. The man leans forward, and I realize it’s Ren.
“Ren!” I cry out and laugh. “Oh, wow, you’ve been working out. You two are together now?”
He nods and presses a kiss to the top of her head. They’re both so happy, which makes me thrilled for them.
Brie grows serious and guilt crumples her features. “I tried so hard to find you. You vanished. I had everyone exhausting their resources to find you. Even Diego,” she says, motioning to him behind me.
His palm splays over my thigh and he slides it up under my dress, causing me to shiver.
“Esteban had me holed away in a shipping container,” I tell her so softly it comes out as a whisper. “He hurt me.”
Brie starts to cry and Ren comforts her. My man’s way of comforting me is slipping his finger inside my panties to tease my clit. I bite on my bottom lip to stifle a moan. With a shaky voice, I recant my entire tale up until the part where they left me on Diego’s lawn.
“Ozzie?” Brie asks in disbelief. “But he…how could he…”
I shrug. “And then Diego took me in. We made a pact.”
At this, Brie winces. “You made a deal with him? Oh, honey, his deals suck.”
I take offense to her words. Diego has been nothing but good to me for the past few weeks. “We’re business partners,” I grit out.
His palm creeps around to my grip my breast through the front of my dress. “And…”
I cover his hand with mine before meeting her gaze. “And he’s my husband.”
Brie’s eyes widen and her mouth hangs open. “Oh, Vee…” Then she hisses at Diego. “What have you done? I trusted you! You promised to take care of her!”
With a growl of fury, I snap the laptop closed, ending her tirade against the only man who has my back.
“Calm down, mi diablita,” he grumbles as he slips his entire hand into my panties. He pushes a finger inside me, causing me to groan in pleasure.
“She has no idea what we have,” I snap, anger simmering in my veins. “What we have is strong. I don’t feel as though I was victimized!”
He chuckles as he slowly finger-fucks me. “Gabriella worries about you.”
I stand up abruptly and hate that it forces his hand out of me. With my hands on my hips, I turn around to glare at him. “How do you two know each other, anyway?”
He shrugs. “I bought Duvan’s territory and factory from her. I’ve looked after her ever since.”
Jealousy surges through me. “One of your weaknesses?”
All humor is wiped from his face as he also rises. Today he’s dressed fairly casual in a pair of black slacks and white-button down shirt. He’s rolled up the sleeves, revealing his toned, veiny and tattooed forearms. Quite frankly, he looks good enough to eat. My pussy clenches with need, but I’m upset with him. So help me, if they had sex…
“Get that look off your face right now,” he warns, taking a step toward me.
“Did you fuck her?” I hiss, my voice quivering. “Did she get to you like she gets to every other male on this planet?”
He launches himself at me, twisting me around with lightning speed before bending me over his desk. I scream and wriggle as he shoves my dress up. My panties are all but torn from me. And then he drives into me hard from behind. His fingers grip my ponytail and he yanks my head around, so I can see him as he fucks me.
“You’re my wife,” he snarls, his hips thrusting brutally against me. “She’s a friend.”
His thick cock stretches and fills me to the brink. With every pound into me, he brings me closer to orgasm. Our bodies were made for one another. A perfect fit.
“I’m inside you,” he tells me, his voice soft. “I’m with you.”
A jolting orgasm rips through me, and I shudder hard against the desk. He manages to thrust a couple more times before he comes with a roar. His hot seed spurts deep inside me. I love the way his body possesses mine.
Brie was wrong.
Diego is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.
“Feel better?” he teases as he releases my hair before pressing a kiss to the back of my head.
“Much,” I admit with a sigh.
He chuckles and slips out of me. His hot cum runs down my thighs. “Now put your panties back on. I’m hungry.”
It came to me.
A sinister thought.
When Diego started pulling out fixings for sandwiches, my mind seemed to crack wide open. I fucking hate sandwiches.
“No,” I grit out as I snag the loaf of bread. I storm over to the trash can and toss it inside. “No sandwiches ever.”
His eyes widen in surprise, but then he does that thing he does where he reads me with one simple stare. I always feel exposed and transparent around him. But never vulnerable.
“Can we get something hot and filling?”
Understanding dawns in his light brown eyes. “I’ll have Ingrid prepare one of my mother’s dishes.”
I beam at him and launch myself into his arms. “Thank you.”
He palms my ass and bites my neck. “So easy to please.”
“Speaking of,” I tell him as I lean back to look at him. “I need some things from you.”
“Like my ten-inch cock in your ass? All you have to do is ask, mi diablita.”
I snort. “Ten inches. Kind of bragging there a little bit, huh?”
His grin is wolfish. “It’ll feel like ten inches buried in your tight ass.”
I press a kiss to his handsome mouth. “You make me happy.”
He searches my eyes but then strokes my cheek with his thumb. “You make me happy, too. My mother would have loved you.”
“And my father would have liked you, too.”
“Where are we taking this discussion?” he questions.
I bite on my bottom lip as anxiety spikes through me. The things I need from him aren’t going to be easy to acquire. “In your office. I think we need Jorge and Tatiana, too.”
“Witnesses?” he muses with an arched eyebrow. Sometimes it’s easy to get lost staring at his handsome face. When he sleeps, I often watch him for hours in the early morning light.
“More like helpers.”
His eyes narrow, and I can practically see the wheels turning in his head. “I’m probably not going to like this.”
I kiss him again. “You’re going to hate it.”
He closes his eyes and shakes his head. “Why do I sense a ‘but’ somewhere in there?”
“But,” I say with a smile, “I know you’ll give it to me.”
A growl rumbles from his chest. “So confident, I see.”
I reach down and stroke his dick through his slacks. “The king gives his queen what she wants.”
“And if I don’t?” he challenges, his cock hardening in my grip.
“You will.”
“Humor me, Vienna.”
I tug at his belt and then unfasten his pants. His pale brown eyes darken a few shades. The way to Diego’s heart is through his dick. His very thick, very scary, very long dick. I drop to my knees in front of him and fist his length. He lets out a hiss when I lick the tip of him. I can taste myself from earlier, and I like it.
“Say yes, Daddy D,” I beg, giving him the most seductive look I can muster.
He groans as he wraps his hand around my ponytail. “You can’t strong arm me into getting what you want by sucking my cock—fuuuuuck!”
I take him deep in my mouth. His giant cock doesn’t get far inside before he’s hitting the back of my throat. I grip the base of him and relax my muscles. Slowly, I ease him into my throat. Esteban face fucked me so many times that I learned to relax my throat in order not to choke to death. With Diego, I want to pleasure him. I want him to see how good we can be together. He lets me set the pace, and I’m thankful. Diego is a generous lover. While at times he’s rough in a delicious way, he’s never cruel.
I start to gag and pull off of him for a moment to catch my breath. When I look up at him, he’s regarding me with a hungry emotion-filled gaze. I love how he stares as though I’m some god giving him a special gift. I lick my lips before sliding back down his length. The grunts and groans coming from him are making my panties grow wet. Him being so turned on is a complete turn on for me.
“Mi reina,” he murmurs. My queen.
I hasten my efforts and pull out every pleasurable trick I can come up with. It’s when I give his heavy balls a massage as I deep throat him that he lets out a familiar tell that he’s about to come. His heat rushes down my throat, but I don’t gag. I suck and swallow until he’s gripping the sides of my head and pulling me from him.
“Come here, mi ángel hermosa,” he growls.
I stand and he attacks me. His cock is still hanging out and his pants are around his thighs but it doesn’t stop him from mauling me with a passionate kiss. He darts his tongue into my mouth and fucks it like he does my pussy at times. Hard and unrelenting. I’m so caught up in the kiss that I don’t realize that his hand is under my dress and in my panties until his finger is rubbing my clit.
“Oh, God,” I moan against his lips. His fingers are magical. He knows exactly how to touch me so that I’m practically humming with pleasure within seconds. And he does this little thing—“Diego!” I cry out and claw at his shoulders when he pinches my clit with his thumb and finger. Every time he does that, I swear I nearly explode. His cock, despite just coming, is pressing hard against me. “I need you.”
He lifts me by my ass, and I help him out by wrapping my legs around his waist. His finger hooks into my soaked panties and he yanks them to the side. I whimper when he starts pushing the swollen head of his cock into me. Each time he stretches me to the brink of pain, but it feels so good, too. I feel complete. Like he’s the missing part of me. Once he’s seated inside of me, his free hand is back in my panties searching out my clit. He always assaults my nerve-endings from every direction so that I’m on fire with pleasure.
“Bounce on my cock, mi diablita. Own what belongs to you,” he hisses against my mouth. He pinches my clit again, and it makes me clench around him. I’m being impaled by a cartel king and I’ve never been happier in my life.
I grip his neck and use my feet, digging into his ass as leverage to work myself up and down over his length. All it takes is another pinch before I’m seeing stars. I shudder so hard, he nearly drops me. Then, my ass hits the cold counter top when he sits me on the edge. He’s tall enough that he never has to break stride and thrusts hard into me from our new position. I rip at his hair as I seek his mouth. The moment our lips touch and tongues collide, he lets out a groan that’s so animalistic, it speaks to my own inner beast. I want him to mark me from the inside out. And he does. Hot delicious come spills deep inside of me.
“Mine,” he hisses against my mouth. “Vienna Gomez.”
I tremble at hearing my name. I love it. The name sounds powerful. The name is powerful. But mostly, I love it because it’s his name too.
“What were we talking about again?” he jokes as he slides his thick cock from my throbbing body.
“How you love me and are going to give me what I want,” I tease back, a smile spreading across my face.
His eyes regard me, mixed with awe and some other strong emotion. I’d said he loved me in jest, but one look in his expressive eyes and I know. This is more than a business deal for him. Diego’s feelings for me are real.
And this is exactly why he’s going to give me what I want.