Page 29 of Cartel Cobra

She shakes her head.

“Say it then,chiquita.”

“I’m sorry I scared you, Daddy.”

She holds her breath as though she expects me to reject her. Instead, I slide a finger into her pussy. I know it’s not nearly enough when she squirms, trying to lift her hips and open her legs.

“I decide, little one.”

I ease a second finger into her, and she whimpers. Her deep brown eyes are like pools of whiskey as our gazes lock. This is the most vulnerable and open she’s ever been with me. In this moment, I truly have all her trust.

“I’ll always take care of you.”

I slip a third finger into her and stroke her G-spot as my thumb rubs circles over her clit. I work her until she’s covering her mouth with both hands to smother her moans.

“Please, may I come, Daddy?”

She whispers her request, but I shake my head. Hurt and frustration flash across her face.

“Cariño, you won’t come until I’m buried inside you and coming too. You will keep every drop of my cum in your tight little pussy because it belongs only to me now. Don’t wear panties again. I’ll only shred them.”

I call her sweetheart because she’s that to me, too.

“What about?—”

“He’s still breathing for now. You and I both know your engagement ended the moment we met for real. You say you would’ve gone through with the wedding, but we both know I wouldn’t have allowed it, and you would have agreed with me.”

“You’re right.”

I carry her to the bed and place her on the mattress so I can peel her shirt off. Her bra’s already unfastened, so I toss that aside. She pushes my shirt up but freezes the moment she sees my bandages. I’d almost forgotten about them, except it hurts to breathe.

“What the hell, Este? You’re hurt!”

“And I know exactly what’ll cure it.”

“No. Do you have stitches?”

“A few.”

“You’ll rip them if we?—”

“I will if we’re doing it right.” I waggle my eyebrows.

She shakes her head while staring at my ribs. Her fingertips flutter above and below the edges of the bandages. She shakes her head again before looking up at me.

“You were there when it happened. You could have died too.”

“Yes, to both. You know the risks that come with being involved with a man like your father or me. But are you going to walk away from me—from us—because of what might happen?”

“How can you ask that the night my father died? What might happen did happen!”

Tears well in her eyes, and I could kick myself. Part of the reason I spanked her and kept us talking was to distract her from thinking about what she lost. I just threw it in her face.

“Lucy, look at me.”

She does, and her tears break my heart.

“If you can’t live with this, if it’s too hard, I’ll walk away and leave you alone. You know I can’t leave this life. I definitely wouldn’t bring you with me if I did. It would put a target on you forever. It wouldn’t matter who your brother is because we wouldn’t have the same protection as we do now. But if being with me will only remind you of what you lost, then I don’t want to hurt you like that.”

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