“Harder Sir. Please,” she begs so pretty and sweet. I don’t answer her, I simply take the pleasure from her honeypot, the feeling of her tight cunt bringing me almost to my knees.
“I bet you would have brought down the cartel from the bed. Men would have been killing each other to own this pussy. Too bad it was already claimed. Huh, baby?”
“Yes. Yes.” My fingers play with her nipples as my hips slam into her over and over. I hear the grunts and growls leaving my mouth, but fuck if I give a shit. This pussy is made of cotton candy and silk.
“Who claimed it, baby. Tell me who owns this pussy,” I whisper in her ear before licking up the side of her neck. My teeth bite and suck, leaving marks all over her neck and shoulder. The louder she moans the faster I fuck her, control slipping through my fingers. “Tell me!” I demand, twisting her nipple harder.
“YOU! You own all of me,” she cries racing to her climax.
“You’re fucking right I do,” I holler out, spilling inside of her. “So don’t ever keep yourself away from me again.” With that I pull out and leave the room pissed. I hear her throw something at the wall and I want to be sorry, but I am not. I am not mad at her, but the situation. I do need her to know that shit won’t fly. I heard my phone dinging while I was balls deep, so I go and grab it from the table by the front door. I see I have a text from an acquaintance of mine named Lawrence Bell.
When I was in Chile a few years ago doing undercover recon on a cocaine ring being run out of Chile by Bolivian crime lords. I walked into a bar one night and like a match lit in the dark, this black man, 6’1’’ about 200 pounds was there. We spotted each other, the smell of cop on each of us. We arranged a meeting and the rest they say is history. It was there I learned he was an agent with the Minnesota Bureau of Criminal Apprehension. When we have info, we pass it on. I enlisted his help a few months ago with my sister and Teresa.
Lawrence Bell: We need to meet. I think I may have something.
Me: What? I am on my way.
Lawrence Bell: Not now. I have to go out of town for an emergency. I will be back in a couple of days. I will contact you.
Fuck. Waiting is not my strong suit.
Chapter Ten
Teresa
One Week Later
“Are you going to say hi to your brother, babe?” I hear coming from one of the girls I was tied up with. I stop in front of them. These brothers still aren’t speaking to each other, and I’ve had enough of it. It’s pissing me off actually. Axel is looking anywhere but at me and he certainly isn’t speaking to me.
“Hi. We haven’t met. I’m Hannah,” I say, going with the fake name I used while in captivity. I’m not entirely sure why I do that, but it’s too late now. I’ll tell them one day.
“Hi, Hannah. I’m Saffron. I apologize for this jerk. Apparently, he doesn’t have any manners.” she pokes him in the stomach making me smile.
“That’s not all he lacks,” Diezal mutters under his breath.
“What was that? You have something you want to say to me? “Axel gets in D’s face, and I step back just a little. It looks like there's about to be a fight, but a fight is better than a cold shoulder.
“Fellas. Follow me.” D explained that the older man was the Colonel. His boss, which is why we are here. He steps between them and motions for them to follow him.
“I’ll be right back, baby. Wait here and don't move. Get that pretty pussy ready for me, I’m going to tear it up when we get home,” D says in my ear after pulling me closer to him. I feel my face flush. Not in embarrassment, in straight lust.
Saffron goes over to Kimbella, the bride, but they don't include me. I lean against the wall and watch the happy people dance and laugh. Waiting for him just like he said to do. I know I am the outsider here, everyone knows each other, but I can’t help feeling he is making it worse with all the secrecy. I mean for fucks sake, Saffron, by the looks of it, is going to be my sister-in-law and I couldn’t feel further isolated. His brother doesn’t even know he is going to be an uncle, though if he looks hard enough, he can’t miss it because my belly is announcing itself now.
“We’re going now,” Diezal says, taking my elbow abruptly.