Page 69 of Cartel King

“No. Not at all. I want an equal at my side who I can talk to about anything that’s safe. Now that I know you’re part of this world, I know I can share more than I would with a woman who wasn’t. I amnota Daddy Dom. Never have been, and I never want that with you. But I’ve felt protective of you since the moment I saw you on that damn ladder. I’ve wanted to take care of you since I saw you straining to do a job someone taller than you should have. You are shorter and smaller than me, and you’re younger than me by nearly ten years. I’ve asked you to let me take care of you several times. I think you feel safe with me, and I think you’re finally letting your guard down enough to let me take care of you beyond getting you off. I want to stand by you and support you in all things.”

“I think that’s why I said it. What you just described. I don’t need nor want a replacement for my father. I don’t have daddy issues either. But I love that you’re bigger than me, stronger than me, protective of me. You make me feel special in a way I haven’t in far too long. I’m still scared this will all go up in smoke. Not because either of us wants to walk away, but because life will pull us apart. That’s overwhelming and terrifying now that I see happiness around the corner, and it could literally all blow up. When I’m with you like this, it’s like I’m invisible. You’re a shield around me, and you won’t let anyone pass.”

“I willalwaysbe that shield, Ellie. There will be times when I can’t put you first. I hate knowing that, and I feel guilty about it already. But I will always want to put you first. Whenever I can, I will. With your safety, I won’t budge about you being my top priority. You letting me take care of you in a way I do with nobody else makes me feel like more of a man than anything I’ve done up to meeting you.”

I sit back and pull his hands from around me then lace our fingers together.

“I’ve always loved howpapísounds, especially with a sexyay, papí. Since it’s slang, would it be weird to your family if I used that around them when I’m not Latina or a Spanish speaker?”

“No, especially since I intend to teach you Spanish. Ellie, I need you to understand enough to know if someone’s a threat. There are twenty Spanish-speaking countries in Latin America, plus Puerto Rico. I’m respected but not well-liked in any of them. I’m feared in all of them. You need to know enough to get by in case someone takes you or you overhear something. How do you not know Spanish?”

“Because so many other people do. On most missions, Tommaso sent a couple of men with me, even if we weren’t together after the flight. They were around in case I needed extracting. When I was in Latin America, he had men who could interpret for me. Since I’m fluent in French, Italian, and Sicilian, I can follow along mostly if people don’t speak too fast. I’m fucked around Argentinians and Cubans. My problem is I don’t have the vocabulary to respond. I speak enough Russian, Japanese, and Chinese to get by. I have a strong translation app on my phone, so that helps. That’s how I understood what was going on during Ignacio and Alejandro’s meeting.”

He nods, and I wonder what he’s thinking.

“Daddy, I—” I’m not sure if he really likes that, or he just agreed for my sake.

“Sí, chiquita.”

“Daddy, I can’t do anything that’ll endanger my sons. And I will put them ahead of anyone else, anywhere, anytime. Will didn’t get a choice, as I’m certain you know. He does what he has to, and I’m loyal to him. But beyond keeping my sons safe, I have no loyalty to the Vizzinis. If we’re together and plan for this to be permanent, like you say, then my loyalty is to you and to your family. I have faith you’ll never coerce me into working for you or going on missions for you, but I will. Now that you know who I am, you know what I’ve done. You know what I can do. I don’t know who your accountant is because I’ve never needed to. If they ever need anything, I will do what I can. If you need my other skills, you have them.”

I think I stunned him from the way he’s looking at me.

“Are you pledging fealty to me, Ellie?”

“In a way, I suppose I am. You told me you’ll make me your top priority when you can. I know you have to put the organization before your personal wants. I don’t have to do that anymore. No one owns me anymore. I choose where I give my time and talents. I choose to put you ahead of anyone but my sons. If that means helping your organization to help you, to protect you, then I will because I can.”

I don’t know if he’s worked through all that it means to be with me yet.

“Enrique, I want to be the one you come home to. The one you can be yourself with. You never have to bejefewith me. I want to give you a reprieve from who you have to be, but are you prepared to be with someone who’s done far worse than most of your narcos? Tommaso may have stripped most of my choices, but I got paid for each job. I’m a killer for hire.”

If I have to murder anyone, I prefer being a sniper. But that hasn’t always been the best method—hasn’t always been an option. Enrique knows that. Enrique knows I’m morally gray. When he kisses me, I know he’s fine with that.

His right hand releases mine, and he cups my jaw. It still feels like I’m watching a love scene from a movie. It’s fucking erotic as hell. I move my hips, and he groans.

Talking is over.

Fucking isn’t.

I rise and fall, rolling my hips as we break apart, and he sucks on my tits. I put my hands on the top of my headboard to brace myself. My ass and cunt clench when his hand lands against my left ass cheek. I hear a moan, and it surprises me to realize I made that sound. I’m so enthralled with each sensation, I don’t realize my reaction.

When he bites my nipple, the headboard shakes from how I pull it as my instinct is to escape the stab of pain. But then I’m leaning into it, wanting more. I arch back, offering him whatever he wants.

“Daddy, I’m close. May I come, please?” I’m breathless and pant each word.

“No.”

I whimper. I recognize that sound because I need to come so badly I feel like my entire body’s vibrating with it. My pussy ached for him while we talked. Having his cock pressed against me tested my restraint downstairs. I wanted to dry hump him until I came. He rolls us and pulls out. My hands fly forward to reach for him.

“Hands over your head,chiquita.”

He kneels between my legs, his cock glistening. He grabs a set of nipple clamps and rips the package. When he holds them up, I realize there’s a chain that attaches a clit clamp too.

“Do you have any experience with these?”

“I have a pair, but I haven’t worn them in ages. Even when I did, it was only a couple times. It was short-lived.”

“You will always tell me when it gets past the point of hurting and will harm you.”

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