Page 54 of Cartel King

“Where’d you go?”

“The Caymans.”

“Beautiful.”

“It is. Usually, I wish I could stay longer and enjoy more of it.”

“You said you wouldn’t mind if we went away for a little while. Had more time to get to know each other without distractions. I know most—people don’t travel together so soon. But it’s a good way to get to know if they’re compatible.”

I caught myself before I said couple, but the moment the word compatible came out of my mouth, I knew I fucked up.

“I think we already proved we’re pretty compatible. I think we were about to remind ourselves of that.”

I stop her as her hands trail down my chest toward my abs. I wrap my hands around her wrists, and she pulls back from leaning in for another kiss. We may as well have it out since it’s only going to linger over our heads.

“Ellie, you know what we shared was far more than what fuck buddies do. It meant more to both of us.”

“It was the best sex I’ve ever had. I hope it’s always like that for us. Of course, it meant more because we learned the sexual tension between us was worth it.”

I tighten my hands. “Bullshit, Ellie. Why’re you downplaying it?”

She yanks her hands from mine, and I let her go. She stands and backs away, shaking her head.

“Don’t do this, Enrique. I told you what I could give. You said you could accept it. Don’t ruin what’s starting.”

I stand and step forward, but I don’t crowd her. “And I told you from the start I want more. That I see us being more.We are more.”

Tears well in her eyes, and I rush forward. I no longer care whether I crowd her. I pull her into my arms, feeling her shuddering breath.

“And you had to leave in the middle of the night. I didn’t lie. I understand it, and I can accept it. But it doesn’t mean I wasn’t scared for you. It doesn’t mean I didn’t worry. I told you I never want to be emotionally reliant on anyone ever again. If you push this to become more, then I’ll fall for you.”

“And you expect me to disappoint you. You expect me to fail. I’m not your damn ex-husband.”

“No. You’re more likely to die. That’s even worse.”

She clings to my shirt. From her rigid body that’s usually so pliable against me, I know she doesn’t enjoy admitting this. It makes her uncomfortable because she can’t control this. Not what could happen to me, nor how our feelings have exploded between us.

I sweep her into my arms without a word and carry her upstairs. I go straight to her bedroom and kick the door closed behind us. I put her on her feet in the middle of the room, then move to the end of the bed and sit.

“Strip.”

“Enri—”

“Strip. Do not make me say it a third time,chiquita. Your sexy ass won’t like the spanking I’m ready to give you.”

“Spanking? I haven’t done anything wrong.”

I rise and prowl toward her. When I’m standing toe to toe with her, I grab the front of her thong that’s exposed by her open jeans. I tug as my other hand rests lightly on her throat. She doesn’t balk, so I put more pressure on it without squeezing.

“You’re disobeying me, little girl. You say you want control over your life, but you feel out of control because you want something you refuse to admit. It’s overwhelming you. What you need is a break to clear your mind. You need someone else in control, so you’re not worrying about what comes next beyond how I’m going to make you come. Take your clothes off before I rip them off. I will shred them.”

I give her a gentle push back as I step away. Her hand flies out and fists my shirt. She tugs and goes onto her toes. She offers a kiss that nearly steals my resolve to play out this scene.

“Yes, sir.”

She pushes her jeans down as I go back to the bed. Her fucking panties need to go. I struggle to maintain all the restraint my father and uncle drilled into me. I want to maul her.

She kicks her jeans away as she watches me. She must see how much I’m enjoying this torture because her back straightens and her shoulders inch back. She lifts her chin, and the expression that enters her eyes is pure seduction. Her hands glide from the outside of her upper thighs over her hips and along her ribs. She watches me for as long as she can as she turns away from me. In a thong, I have a spectacular view of her ass.

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