Page 211 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

“You liar,” he hisses, fisting my hair and pulling my head back so he can drag his tongue down the side of my neck. “You’re so wet. We both know what that means.”

My head drops back onto the pillow as he slides them deeper, rubbing against my clit with his thumb at the same time. “It d-doesn’t mean a-anything,” I rasp, clenching my toes as the fingers of one hand move faster and deeper. His free hand pulls off my leggings and pushes open my legs. Suddenly, his fingers are replaced by his lips and hot coiling tongue, his fingertips digging into my ass and forcing my hips upward. His teeth nip at my clit, electricity charging through my insides with each flick and tug. I want to drag my nails down his back to make him feel even a shred of what is coursing through me right now. I want to draw blood, I want to make him scream, I want to hear him feel it all!

“Ahh!” I scream, my ass clenching as he assaults my pussy with his lips. “Oh, God, that’s it! Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!”

That’s when he pulls away.

The very minute I scream out.

My chest heaves as he lifts his head, a self-satisfied smirk on his asshole face. “I told you what you wanted. Why’d you deny it?”

I can barely squeeze out a breath, so I flip him off with both of my hands over my head. “Fuck you,” I seethe when I can speak again. “I want out of here! Now!”

“I bet you don’t wanna go anywhere, sweetheart. You wanna stay right here. With me. And even though you hate yourself for it, that’s what you need.” He sits back on the bed and digs his phone out of his pocket. Then he reaches up and uncuffs one of my hands. “Call your brother. Tell him the Becerras didn’t snatch you and that you’re with me until tomorrow morning. When he draws up the partnership paperwork for us, he’ll get you back and I will take care of the cartel in return for my shares. That’s when he’ll get what he wants. But I’m gonna take something I want first, though. And I know you’re not gonna stop me.”

I swing my hand at his face, my palm stinging as it makes contact with his stubbled jaw. He doesn’t even flinch. He just smiles. The fucking nerve! I want to poke his eyes out! “You’re a sick bastard!” I hiss.

“Maybe so, but it doesn’t stop your pussy from dripping when I’m close to you, does it? And these nipples.” He yanks my shirt up to my neck, exposing my bra. With a flick of his fingers, he reaches behind me and unhooks it. The air hits my breasts and I gasp as his fingers massage my flushed flesh. “They’re so hard, they can cut glass, and all I’ve done is breathe on them. What does that tell you, sweetheart? Because it tells me a hell of a lot.”

He raises an eyebrow at me. “Number?”

I tell him the number through gritted teeth and when he clicks the green button and drops the phone in my hand, I put it to my ear. It rings once, twice, three-yah, my God!

I swallow a squeal as my brother’s deep voice comes on the line. “Who the fuck is this?” he growls.

“Nate,” I rasp, clutching the phone tight as Sergio’s tongue sweeps down the slit of my pussy before sucking on my swollen clit like a fucking kitten at her mama’s teet. He tugs and teases and toggles my nub with his devious tongue, his teeth getting in the center of the action.

“Jae!” he yells. “Thank God! Where are you? Are you hurt?”

“No,” I whisper, clawing at the pillow over my head when what I really want to do is scream my bloody head off. “I’m not hurt. I’m fine. We’re fine,” I murmur, my eyes sealed shut as his mouth works me from the inside out. I almost black out, the intensity of pleasure too much for my brain to process.

“Jae!” Nate says again and my eyes fly open.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” I whimper as Sergio’s tongue probes deeper and deeper. I clench tight around him, squeezing my legs together so tight, they are fused to the sides of his head.

It only spurs him on, making him work harder.

Oh, lucky fuckingday!

“Tell me where you are and what the hell happened! I saw your car and went straight to the cops!”

“N-no….no cops,” I mutter, my mind in a state of the most blissful euphoria. “N-no danger.”

“Jae, what the fuck is wrong with you?” His voice gets higher and louder with each passing second that I fall deeper under Sergio’s salacious spell.

“Nate,” I mumble, my head rolling left and right as I thrust my hips into Sergio’s mouth, his mouth fucking me like a voracious lion who can only be sated by my throbbing pussy. “I’m good. Don’t go after….oh God…no cartel!” I cry out, electricity zipping through me, exploding out of every limb.

“What about the cartel? Jae, talk to me! Is someone there?”

“Yes!” I screech at the top of my lungs. “Yes, oh my God, yes!”

“Who is it?” Nate shouts. “Put me on speaker! I wanna talk to the fucker!”

“No,” I whisper in a breathless voice as Sergio crawls up to me with the typical shit-eating grin on his face. “No, just promise you won’t go after the cartel. They had nothing to do with this. Don’t go after them. Please, promise me!” I breathe as the aftershocks settle in and my body deflates like a balloon, sinking farther into the mattress as if it’s been weighted down by bricks.

One of Sergio’s hands creeps over my breasts, kneading them as he grinds himself against my pussy. His cock is thick against his pants, hard enough to explode through the fabric.

And the other hand decides to create an entirely different form of action.

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