Page 9 of Cartel Cobra

I freeze as the voice behind me reaches my ears. Hands grip my waist and propel me forward.

“We can’t talk here. Someone—namely your fiancé—will see us.”

“Then you shouldn’t be touching me.”

“But I am, and you aren’t trying to stop me. And don’t lie and say you’re scared. I might infuriate you, but I don’t intimidate you.”

I don’t fight him as he steers me into a storage room the next door down from the ladies’ room. He leaves the door ajar, showing me he’s not trapping me in here. If I scream, someone will hear me. If I get to the door, I can open it wide enough to leave.

“What do you want?”

“Tell me what you see in him.”

“What?”

“Tell me why you agreed to the marriage. Your father might have arranged it, but he doesn’t strike me as a man who’d force you to be miserable for the rest of your life. You consented at some point. What do you see in Domingo Aguilar that makes you want to spend your life with him?”

I stare at Esteban and blink. He must think I look like a beached trout. Eyes and mouth wide open while struggling to breathe.

“He’s charming, intelligent, determined, hardworking, polite.”

“You described a labrador not a future husband.”

“You just don’t recognize those words because no one’s used them to describe you.”

“You lie better than most, Lucy. But you don’t lie well to me. You weren’t describing him.”

“Who was I describing? One of my brothers?”

He laughs. “Hardly. They are those things, but you wouldn’t be looking at me the way you are if you were thinking about them.”

“How am I looking at you?”

“Like you want me to do this.”

His arm wraps around my waist and pulls me against him. I wait for the kiss, but it doesn’t come. I lift my gaze to his and realize he’s waiting for permission. I part my lips and tilt my head back. He accepts the offer.

His kiss is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. It’s like I’m floating toward the ceiling, watching what’s happening below me. I feel his lips and taste his tongue. It’s so unbelievable he’s kissing me that I almost can’t accept it’s reality.

I’m kissing him back as I lean into him. I know I should push away from him. I should scream. I should run. I should knee him in the dick. That’s the last thing I want to do to his cock. Instead, I press against him, relishing the feel of how hard he is for me.

“One day,chiquita, we won’t be in a storeroom, and your fiancé won’t be sitting at a table waiting for you. Your fiancé’ll have your legs wrapped around his waist while he fucks you.I’llbe deep inside that tight, wet cunt as I make you come. When I finally let you stand, you’ll feelmycum dripping along your thigh. I won’t insist you keep all of it inside your pretty little pussy because you’ll already be carrying our child.”

“Fuck.”

He takes that as a cue to kiss me again. I’ve lost my fucking mind. I’m cheating on my fiancé who thinks I’m in the restroom. I’m kissing a man who works for mytío, who’s probably at his house plotting to kill my father.

That jolts me back to reality right snappy.

I push away and take several steps back. I run my hands over my pants and around my waist to straighten my shirt. I rake myfingers through my hair, which I hadn’t realized he fisted until he had to let go as I shifted from his reach.

“You think you’re going to knock me up, then force me to marry you? Consider this the only chance you’ll ever have to touch me. It was a mistake I won’t make twice.”

“I’ve never forced a woman to do anything, and I definitely won’t have to force you to marry me.”

“You arrogant bastard.”

“When’s the last time you kissed Domingo like that? ... Thought so.”

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