Page 28 of Cartel Viper (The Cartel Brotherhood #2)

I ease down onto his cock, and he fucking glides into me. It’s erotic as fuck, and the best feeling I’ve ever had. If him entering me is this good, I can only imagine what orgasms are going to be like. Fucking out-of-body experiences.

“ Chica …Fuck, Maddy.”

There’s reverence in his tone that makes me feel like a million bucks.

His left arm wraps around my waist, and his right arm fits between my shoulder blades, his hand on my shoulder.

He holds me tight against him as I settle my weight onto his lap, my thighs squeezing his hips.

We simply marvel at the feeling of being joined and the emotions swirling between us.

I thought I loved Drew. I thought I would make a life with him. I thought I’d found my happily ever after. It was all a fucking nightmare. I want to close my heart off to any and everyone. Protect it from that pain.

As I watch Javi, I’m willing to risk it all over again. I think this time—this time I got it right. But I won’t jump the gun. I can’t be sure he feels the same way, but his expression makes me think he does.

The hand on my shoulder slips into my hair and cups my skull.

He presses lightly, and I gladly lean in for a kiss.

The rest of the world no longer exists. It’s just Javi, me, and the erotic feel of the water around us.

Only our mouths move as the kiss draws on.

Our arms are around each other, our lips are melded together, and he’s inside me.

There’s no getting closer than we are now. We are truly one.

When my body will no longer be ignored, I rise and fall on his cock.

I’ve had plenty of sex in my life, but nothing like this.

I exaggerate not. This is a spiritual awakening.

The way his hands move over my skin. The way he kisses me.

The way he holds me. I’ve never felt so desired.

So precious. So grateful for someone who cares for me the way I care for him.

Nothing about how we are now makes me think he’s just trying to get himself off or that he’ll make me come so that he can too.

I want to pleasure him the way he does me.

I want him to feel as cherished as I do.

I pour that into my kiss and every caress as we move together.

My pussy feels full. A sensation I’ve been needy for but haven’t had fulfilled—near pun intended—until now.

I rise and fall on his cock, loving every groan I elicit.

It’s a fucking symphony to my ears as my own moans blend with his into a sexual melody.

“ Chica .”

“Yes, Papí .”

“Fuck.”

He really must enjoy hearing that because he grasps my hips and grinds my clit against his pubic bone. He moves me faster than I was on my own. He’s demanding. Unrelenting.

“Come, Maddy.”

“I’m close. Don’t stop.”

“My dick would kill me if I did. I’m close too.”

I grip his shoulders as I hold on for dear life. I mix rising and falling with grinding.

“May I come?”

“ ?Sí! ”

He roars his response in Spanish, and it’s sexy as fuck.

It pushes me over the edge, and I don’t hold back.

I let myself enjoy every moment of my orgasm.

It rips through me, starting low in my belly and spreading throughout.

I want to scrunch my eyes closed, but I don’t want to miss a moment of watching him as he makes me come.

He’s so fucking intense as he works to get me off again.

He truly makes it seem like his pleasure comes from my pleasure.

That knowing he got me off excites him. Makes him enjoy this even more.

“You are so fucking hot all the damn time, Maddy. But when you come—it’s a fucking work of art.”

“I want to do the same for you, Javi. Tell me what to do. How do I make you come?”

“Keep moving, little one. I’m fighting not to finish before you get off a second time.”

“My heart might explode if that happens again so soon. I don’t know that I can take it. But what a way to go.”

We fall silent again, except for our grunts and moans.

I lean in and nip at his earlobe, sucking it before licking the shell of his ear.

He pinches my nipple, and I arch my back.

He squeezes my tit, and I want nothing more than for him to suck on it.

I lean back, lifting both breasts to him, my offer obvious.

He covers my hands with his as I continue to move with him.

He lowers his head, his tongue circling my nipple before he sucks on it.

His teeth graze the sensitive skin before using his tongue to toy with it.

My head falls back as I focus on each sensation.

Not able to see him anymore anyway, I close my eyes.

I focus on how my body reacts to his. His fingers dig into my ass as he grips my hips once again.

His lips kiss up the length of my neck. It’s all so fucking erotic.

My head falls forward to his shoulder as I hold on.

“I’m close again.”

“Come in five…Four…Three…Two…One.”

My body listens to his commands.

“Yes, Daddy!”

I scream, uncaring if anyone hears me. Let them all know he fucks like a God.

I doubt it would surprise any of his men.

Let them think whatever they like about me.

I couldn’t give a shit. I just know that I’ve finally been with a guy I’ve wanted since I was fourteen.

I’ve spent more than half my life attracted to him.

“Maddy!”

His teeth sink into the flesh just above my collarbone.

His lips soon wrap around it. He sucks but not long enough or hard enough to leave a mark.

It’s more like a drawn-out kiss. Then he’s leaning back against the tub, and my chest is pressed to his.

I rest my head on his shoulder, and this is utter perfection.

He laps water over my back to ensure I don’t get too cold.

“ Chica ?”

“That was perfect.”

“It was. I never knew—never imagined—not even when I used to?—”

He snaps his mouth shut. I practically hear his teeth click together. I’m too relaxed to move, so I can look up at him. I stroke my hand over his chest instead. I love the feel of the hair between my fingers. It’s just enough to be hot. He’s not a wooly mammoth.

“When you used to what?”

“When I used to jerk off to a photo of you I took at Laura’s wedding reception. I snapped it while no one was looking. You were so fucking gorgeous. I was looking at perfection.”

“You took a photo of me?”

He freezes, and I’m certain he thinks I’m pissed. I laugh and kiss his throat.

“I took one too.”

“You did?”

“You looked more handsome than any man I’d ever seen. You could have stopped traffic in that tux.”

“I thought the same thing about you in your evening gown. I know the attention is supposed to be on the bride, but I couldn’t tell you a single thing about Laura’s dress beyond it was nice. You had my entire attention.”

“I never guessed. I kept stealing glances at you, but you were never looking at me.”

“I was always looking at you. I’m just sly. I assumed you were looking at me because of something Laura told you about Juan.”

Silence falls between us. His cousin caused a shit ton of trouble for my sister when she started dating Maks.

I know there was more shit than she told me, and I know it kept happening until he disappeared.

Supposedly, he moved to Chicago, but I never believed it was true.

Laura confirmed it a few months later. He was a douche to everyone but Laura, and that’s because my sister never put up with his shit.

He was taller than Pablo for about a year, and he was a complete asshole to his older brother.

Pablo put up with it, so he wouldn’t get in trouble for picking on his baby brother.

Juan believed that was the green light to be a complete asshole to Pablo for years.

While Laura and Juan were off playing, Pablo looked out for me like his little sister.

He helped me with my math homework and would play soccer with me in their backyard.

He’d come over and hit a tennis ball against the side of our house for hours while we shared our interest in science.

He told me about some of the stuff Juan did to get him in trouble, but neither Margherita nor Luis ever bought Juan’s lies.

He wound up in trouble for what he did and for trying to blame his brother.

It still didn’t stop him from doing it. I know it hurt Laura when Juan was unkind about her and Maks, but I haven’t missed him for a second.

“Laura hadn’t told me much before the wedding.

I knew they were fighting, but she was nervous about joining a bratva family.

She was nervous about being the pakhan’s wife.

She and Lanie weren’t getting along back then either.

She took Juan’s side and believed whatever bullshit he spewed about Maks.

I’m glad Michelle was there to stand with me at the altar since there were so many men there on Maks’s side. ”

In a twist of fate that I now know was just starting, Laura’s other best friend, Michelle, married Lorenzo Mancinelli.

He’s the Mafia’s accountant. Her sister, Elizabeth, married Enzo’s brother Marco.

Now I’m with Javier. Four girls from a rich neighborhood in Jersey wound up with four syndicate men.

Who would’ve thunk it? Sure as hell not me.

Javi tucks hair behind my ear before kissing my temple. My heart’s so fucking full, it feels like it’ll burst. His left hand holds my ass, and his right strokes up and down my back.

“You’re going to put me to sleep. I haven’t been this relaxed in years. I’m completely content.”

If only his body cooperated, but his cock does its own thing.

I still feel just as connected, even if he isn’t inside me anymore.

I’d happily stay like this for days, except we both hear his phone vibrating on the counter.

I sit up, and he reaches for his pants. He slides it out and looks at the screen before looking at me.

“We need to get dressed, Maddy.”