Page 52 of The Love Language of the Cartel

“H-how did you find all of this out?”

“He admitted to all of it with my gun to his head and two bullet holes in his kneecaps so he couldn’t run anywhere. Once I had the truth, I blew his fuckin’ brains out and took over his entire operation. Since then, I’ve never given a fuck about taking a life. Not until I met you.”

“Me?”

“I know it’s going to sound crazy, but losing our baby at the hands of your reckless ass father may have been the key to restoring my humanity. It made me realize I didn’t want to keep doing shit that hardened my heart. From that point on, I vowed to only kill for the people I love.”

I tilted my head, waiting for him to continue, not wanting to interrupt the unshielded emotion I witnessed in his gaze. When he didn’t, it prompted me to ask the burning question on my tongue. “Y-you love me, Ozias?”

Before giving him the chance to respond, I stood up from the tub, exposing my bare breasts and glistening pussy. He froze when he saw me. Then his eyes darkened with lust as they roamed hungrily over me. I inched closer to the edge, hispresence grounding me, giving me the courage to face my own demons through what he’d carried on his shoulders in silence for so long. My heart raced with anticipation.

“What are you doing, Demi?” he asked, his deep voice sending shivers through me.

“Answer my question first.”

He sucked his teeth. “Demi.”

“Yes or no, Ozias. Say it,” I demanded, lifting my leg up on the edge of the tub.

He swallowed hard, clearly fighting a losing battle against his desire and pride. I stepped out of the tub and stepped between his legs. Pressing my body against his, I felt his hardness straining against his pants. Wetness dripped down my thighs. Grabbing his hand, I guided it between my legs so he could feel what type of time I was on for him.

“Fuck,princessa,” he groaned as his fingers glided through my slick folds. “You’re so fuckin’ wet for me.”

I moaned as he teased my aching clit. “All for you. You said you were going to take care of me, right?” I said, looking at him through my lashes. “So, I want you to fuck my pain away.”

“Are you sure? You’re still recovering,” he acknowledged before he laughed and nervously ran a hand through his curls. For a second, he looked as though he was bracing for rejection.

“Positive,” I replied, giving him the green light.“I just had my stitches removed.”

With a growl, he crashed his lips against mine in a searing kiss. It was raw, unpolished, and entirely him. His tongue delved into my mouth before he pulled it out. He bit my bottom lip and pulled it through his teeth. I melted against him, my wet nipples hardening as they rubbed against his chest.

“You’re something like an angel, you know that?” he growled in my ear.

I scoffed lightly. “Yeah. The angel of death.”

“Still an angel, no less.”

He scooped me up, my legs wrapping around his waist, and carried me into the bedroom. Tossing me on the bed, he quickly stripped off his clothes, revealing his muscular, tattooed body.

I licked my lips as I took in the impressive size of his thick, hard dick. Pre-cum glistened at the tip. He crawled over to me, nudging my thighs further apart.

“I’ll fuck every last ounce of your pain away,” he promised darkly.

“Yes, please!” I whimpered with need.

He knelt down, licking a trail down the center of my body before staring openly at the water droplets on my pussy. He groaned, moving his head forward until his mouth was on me, licking and sucking my love button.

I cried out as his tongue swirled around my clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. He lapped at my juices, devouring me like a dehydrated man in the desert. I writhed beneath him, my fingers tangling in his curls, holding him against me.

Another moan slipped past my lips. “Oh fuck, Ozias!” I called out as he slipped a finger inside me, slowly pumping it in and out.

Soon, he added a second and then a third, stretching me in the most delicious of ways. His fingers curled, hitting that sensitive G-spot deep inside. I swear I saw stars as my back arched off the bed.

“Ooooh fuck! Don’t stop! Don’t fuckin’ stop!”

He worked me mercilessly, his fingers and tongue bringing me right to the edge, then backing off, over and over, until I was a quivering, begging mess. “Please, O. I need you inside me.”

Rising up, he positioned the tip of his dick at my entrance with his eyes stationed on mine. “Whenever you’re ready, I will spend the rest of my days trying to put another baby inside you.”

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