Page 32 of The Love Language of the Cartel

“I don’t care.”

“Damnit, Demi,” he roared, slamming his fist against the table so hard the silverware rattled. “Why the fuck must you fight me at every turn?”

“Because I hate you,” I stated matter-of-factly.

“Fuck it. I know what you need.”

I folded my arms across my chest in defiance as I leaned back in my chair. “What the fuck do I need?”

He grunted. “A fuckin’ attitude adjustment.”

Before I could respond, he shot to his feet and knocked everything off the table, making a loud, crashing sound as everything hit the polished floor beneath us. Ozias grabbed my wrist and yanked me out of my seat. In one swift motion, he tossed me on top of the table and ripped open my robe, revealing my naked body.

I didn’t object. I couldn’t. I was too busy trying to swallow the melon-sized lump in my throat.

“Ozias,” I said breathlessly, unsure if I wanted him to stop or go.

Regardless of my decision, he was going to do whatever he wanted to me, and the lust bubbling up inside me wouldn’t let me stop him. My heart pitter-pattered in my chest as he spread my legs from east to west and buried his face into my center. My body ticked forward, arching off the table. I squirmed at the tickling feeling of his beard against my freshly washed skin.

“You smell so fucking good,” he mumbled while peppering soft kisses against my inner thigh.

Upon instinct, I bucked forward, eager to feel the familiar pleasure of his tongue against my folds and his soft lips gently sucking my clit. I couldn’t deny the fact that Ozias had a gift. From the way his long, snake like tongue flicked and lapped my sweet spot as if he’d been born to do it.

I opened my eyes long enough to look down at him, watching him slurp my pussy up like a chocolate milk shake. “Oooh shit,” I hissed, sucking in air through my clenched grid of teeth. “Don’t stop. Keep licking me.”

The sight of him between my legs alone had me ready to explode. And I did. It was hard, fast, and had me seeing fucking stars. It was then and there that I knew I’d never be able to escape that man. His tongue held too much power over me, let alone his strong hands.

Before I knew it, he’d licked me clean and breakfast was over. Ozias ushered me upstairs to get ready for the day. On wobbly legs, I dressed mechanically in a matching black crop top and maxi skirt that clung to my curves, my thoughts still swirling with the morning’s revelations and the fact that he’d tongue fucked me into submission. I was just finishing up when he presented me with a red watch box with the gold Rolex crown in the bottom right corner.

“Here.”

“What’s this?” I inquired, hesitantly reaching out for it.

“Open it and find out.”

I cracked open the box to see a sparkling, diamond-encrusted rose gold Rolex watch with scattered pink gemstones around the dial. My eyes popped wide when I realized I was looking at, at least a couple of carats around the dial alone.

“Take it out and flip it over.”

I followed his instruction and flipped the watch over to see the inscription—en esta vida y en la próxima.

“W-what does it say?”

“In this life and the next.”

“I never knew someone like you was capable of saying something so beautiful.”

“I’m half Mexican and was raised here for most of my life. You’ll hear some of the most beautiful shit come out of my mouth.”

“Half?”

“My father is black.”

“Really?” I inquired, more enlightened than shocked. Having African American blood flowing through his veins verified his swagger and the length and girth of his dick. “I didn’t know that.”

His eyes dropped down to my bare wrist as he stepped forward to place the watch on it. “Now you do. You like it?”

“The watch or the fact that you’re half black?”

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