Page 31 of Empire of Carnage
She bit her lip even harder.
“Fine. But I want you to cry out Álvarez’s name for me when you come for me, flower.”
“Fuck! Santos! Shit!” she cried.
Her body convulsed in violent quakes and the bastard finally turned his head my way.
He was fighting a smile so badly It was probably going to constipate him.
“I hope you didn’t call me just to waste my time with one?” I egged Mateo on.
He flipped the camera to selfie mode to show me his face, glistening from her juices just as he rose up from between her legs. I would have given a million dollars to be there right now, in his place.
It was all I’d been able to do since I’d gotten shot. Emory had a million rules in place to make sure I didn’t drop dead from internal bleeding or post-surgery complications. Gun to my head, dying while fucking Celia Flores didn’t sound like the worst way to go. I couldn’t fuck her for another two weeks and the doc had strictly prohibited me from getting off in general. Something about not getting my heart rate up too high. So I feasted on her pussy every night that I could.
And oh how I missed my favorite meal.
He was gloating.
Rubbing it in my face because he knew.
I would have done the fucking same.
He flipped the camera back and pointed it down just in time to let me see his cock slowly filling her up. It was the perfect fucking view and I had to clench my jaw tight in order to keep it from going slack.
We didn’t have that much time, our men needed answers soon, and I’d just kicked them out to watch my best friend fuck my woman.
He was fully sheathed inside of her, his free hand roaming up and down her body, paying extra attention to her breasts and tracing gently around her nipples.
“Oh fuck,” she moaned through the speaker.
“Does that feel good baby?” I asked her, getting her eyes to open for me again.
They somehow looked darker when she was drunk with lust.
“Yes,” she hissed, her head bouncing up and down with each slam of his hips against hers.
Then his hand lowered to her clit, and she shook her head.
“No-no… I’m too sensitive still,” she pleaded.
He listened, like the obedient little soldier he was and moved his hand away.
“No. Go back,” I commanded.
Santos’ shadow loomed over me, and I felt his stare behind my shoulder as he watched my phone.
He made a circle on her clit, and she whined and thrashed. Mateo thrusted harder and she sobbed something unintelligible that wasn’t English or Spanish until she came down from her climax.
I shut the call off.
I didn’t feel good about lying to her, but if I had told her the truth, she would have tried to stop me. Santos smelled my bullshit the minute I opened my mouth to tell her there was an issue that needed dealing with out here, but he didn’t call me out. Instead he hopped along for the ride, probably hoping to catch a glimpse of the shitshow that was coming. I had one reason and one reason only for coming here.
“Let them back in,” I told Santos, crossing my hands over the table and cracking my knuckles anxiously.
I did not want to fucking be dealing with this, but I had to. What was meant to be a trip to Cove City, ended up being a stay at the Diablos Locos compound in Grimm’s Reach. This was where all of our members were taking residence ever since the Los Muertos attack on the high-rise.
No one felt safe going back.
