Page 26 of The Love Language of the Cartel

I didn’t stop until she was naked before me. Her satiny, smooth skin glowed against my touch. My gaze raked over her curves, appreciating every inch, every peak, and every valley her physique had to offer.

“This,” I said, twisting her nipple hard enough to make her gasp, “is mine.”

My hand traveled lower, between her thighs. I cupped her pussy and squeezed her clit, eliciting a strangled moan from her soft lips. “This is mine.”

Demi reached for my wrist to try and pull my hand away. She was frantic, eyes half-crazed with desire and rebellion.Her brown eyes were clouded with a mixture of passion and defiance, a combination that only fueled my hunger for her. Her head fell back against the wall as she squeezed her eyes shut. I felt her body betraying her, responding to my touch despite her protests.

A tear slipped down her cheek as she tried to tug my hand away before I could slip two fingers inside her, pumping slowly. “And this pussy? It’s mine too.”

I sensed her body’s response, the way she shivered under my touch, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

“See?” I whispered against her ear, my fingers still working deep inside her. “You like that. You like what I do to you. This pussy is too damn wet to even deny it.”

Demi bit her lip, trying to stifle a moan. “I . . . I fucking hate you,” she managed to say, but her body arched into my touch, deceiving her words.

I chuckled darkly. “You can hate me all you want. Don’t you know your body belongs to me? I’ll make you surrender to this dick,mi amor. I won’t stop until I have you screaming my name.”

Without warning, I lifted her higher, pinning her against the wall with my hips. She intuitively wrapped her legs around my waist, and I growled with approval.

“Tell me you want this,” I demanded, my voice husky with need.

For a moment, she hesitated, her pride warring with her desire. Then, almost gradually, she mutely nodded as more rage-filled tears rolled down her cheeks.

I tilted her chin up. “Say it,” I demanded as my lips drifted over her cheeks, catching up all of her tears. At the same time, I screwed my fingers inside of her. “I’m going to be your husband.” I ducked my face into the hollow of her throat and let my lips move across her skin. “The only one in your body.”

She purred. “Yes.”

“Yes.” I agreed as I nipped at her shoulder.

She cried out. Only this time, the pained sound was mixed with something else. Grinning, I strummed my thumb against her clit. She was so tight and wet that she seemed to grip my fingers with an iron-like hold.

Demi may have been reluctant, but she couldn’t deny her body’s reaction to my touch. She was just trying to be defiant to say she’d done it.

“Your pussy feels amazing,” I whispered. “Can you imagine how good it’ll feel when I push my dick deep inside you? I can’t wait to watch those beautiful fuckin’ eyes roll to the back of your head because it feels so good.”

To prove my point, I thrust my dick into her hip.

Demi’s eyes shot open and widened into saucers.Her sexual awakening was essential to me. I wanted to push limits she didn’t even know she had. I wanted to own her body and soul.

“I’m going to enjoy fucking the shit out of you,princessa,” I conveyed as I ground against her, my voice turning rougher and rougher as the dirty images of what I wanted to do to her filled my mind. “Filling that pussy with my seed.” My groan filled the air, and just under it, a tiny little moan from her lips.

“P-please d-don’t stop,” she begged.

“But not tonight,” I concluded before slowly inching away and dropping my hands from her body.

She glared at me, eyes filled with something that I could only hope to understand one day.Lust was there, but so was anger. It made me smile on the inside. I knew exactly why she was angry, and it had nothing to do with me manhandling her body and everything to do with me not touching her more. My defiant bride-to-be had enjoyed me taking control of her just as much as I did.

I sucked my teeth. “Fuck it. Hands back on the wall.”

Those big brown eyes ballooned again. “What?”

“We’re both grown. I know you want it, so I’m going to take what’s mine.”

“But you just said . . .”

Even as she said the words, she moved back into her position.

I dropped to my knees and spread her pussy lips. Her pussy was pinker than Cam’ron’s fur coat. I licked my lips, ready to eat her pussy like a mango. “I know what the fuck I said, but you look good enough to eat.”

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