Page 10 of Cartel Cobra

I hesitated a moment too long.

“Domingo is none of your business. I’m leaving.”

“Because you assume you know the type of man I am.”

“Because I’m marrying someone else in a few weeks.”

That makes me want to vomit.

I push against Esteban’s chest as he pulls me against him again. It’s half-hearted at best.

“Did you dream about me the last two nights like I’ve dreamed about you? Are you going home to fuck him while you picture me?”

“You are a twisted, arrogant bastard.”

“That’s not a no.”

“You planning to fuck some bitch while thinking of me?”

“Definitely not.”

I raise my foot to stomp on his foot.

Cabrón. Asshole.

“Lucy, I’m not fucking anyone who isn’t you.”

His declaration surprises even him. We stare at each other.

“I can’t do this, Esteban. It’s so fucking wrong. I have to go.”

“Purely because Domingo is waiting for you?”

“What I said earlier about Domingo is true. He’s all of those things, but most importantly, he’s loyal to my father. That matters more to me than anything.”

“That’s very valiant of you, but his loyalty won’t make your happy five, ten, fifty years from now.”

“My happiness doesn’t matter to you.”

“For reasons I haven’t figured out, it does.”

“I’m not making an observation.”

He grins, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

“Are you commanding me,chiquita?”

“Stop calling me that. Why do you call me that?”

“Commanding and demanding. I usually don’t find those so alluring, but I’ll make an exception for you.”

“Cabrón.”

“Such a dirty mouth. I can think of something to wash it out with.”

I move faster than he expects. I stomp on his foot, and my elbow goes to his sternum as I twist. I know I can’t easily punch him in the face or even the throat, so I go for his diaphragm instead. My brothers taught me that. I take one step toward the door before Esteban hauls me back against him. His cock wedged between my ass and his breath against my ear make me shiver again.

“A dirty mouth and a dirty mind. Soap,chica.”

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