Fat fucking chance…

  I drop the massive thing back into the box before taking a shower and carry on with the rest of my evening.

  eleven

  ANDRES

  My return flight from Mexico is about to land, and as much as I want to drop everything and run to Alexys’s apartment the moment we hit the tarmac, I can’t.

  Business first…

  The trouble I’ve been dealing with all week with the warehouses in Mexico finally has a name and a face.

  At least for now.

  The drive crosstown, I can’t stop thinking about what her reaction was to my gift. Curiosity as to whether or not she was brave enough to pull out the lube and give that thing a go also drives me mad. While I know I am not a small man by any means, that thing made me feel like I’m slinging around a baby carrot.

  “We’re here, Sir,” Paul’s voice from the front of the car draws me back to reality and rips the schoolboy grin from my face.

  “Pick me up around back at the service entrance,” I let myself from the car before Paul has the opportunity to exit and open the door for me.

  I’m eager to get this over with and tend to my queen.

  In my expensive, well-tailored suit, no one bats an eye as I cross the lobby of the Waldorf and take the elevator up to the presidential suite. Standing at the door, I pull the gun from the back of my pants and screw on the silencer before knocking on the door.

  I don’t bother with the mask in my pocket, because none of these men will be alive to tell others who I am.

  The door opens and I immediately squeeze off two shots into the man before me, before pushing him out of my way and closing the door behind me. Two other men stand from the couch, and I place bullets into each of them before they can do the same to me.

  Opening the bedroom door, I find the man that I came here for. The fat, sweaty fuck is balls deep in a tiny blonde on all fours beneath him, feigning her enjoyment as he slaps his gut against her ass.

  So engrossed in the pussy before him, he doesn’t have a clue that I have killed the three men protecting him or that I am crossing the bedroom behind him. The way he startles as I press the muzzle of the silencer to the nape of his neck, I am almost certain he’s going to blow his load into the poor girl beneath him.

  “What the fuck?” he yells as he stills, drawing the attention of the paid pussy beneath him.

  “Face in the fucking pillows, sweetheart,” I growl before she has the opportunity to look at me. “Keep your face in the fucking pillows and there’s no reason you won’t get to leave this hotel room. Understood?”

  “Yes,” her reply is muffled with the pillows.

  “Be thankful, sweetheart,” I grab the hair of the man still buried in her and pull him from the bed, “I’m keeping this fuck from coming inside of you.”

  “Do you know who the fuck I am?” the naked man on his knees before me snarls.

  “Benecio Garcia. Soon to be known as a fucking dead man,” I press the silencer roughly against his forehead. “Do you know who the fuck I am?”

  “I’m a fucking lieutenant to the Padilla Cartel,” he pushes his face against the muzzle, “Do you have any idea what killing me will mean?”

  “Yes. It’ll send a pretty clear fucking message that you don’t fuck with the Diaz Cartel,” his eyes widen as I slowly annunciate the last two words, watching as my finger slowly pulls against the trigger.

  The naked woman on the bed screams into the pillows at the muffled gunshot.

  “You’re doing good, sweetheart,” I commend her upon seeing her face still buried tight against the mattress. “Just a few more minutes.”

  Grabbing the cigar cutter from the nightstand, I kneel beside Benecio and slide it over his plump finger. Squeezing hard, it crunches through the tendon as his severed finger falls into my palm.

  With the gun tucked back in my pants and Benecio’s finger in my hand, I make my way to the service entrance, where Paul is waiting as directed. Climbing into the backseat, I give him the address for Alexys’s apartment. He begins the drive across the city without batting an eye.

  As we make our way to her borough, I drop the finger into a box, wipe my hands, and scribble a note to Benecio’s brother.

  Stay the fuck out of my cities, or you might not be lucky enough to be dead when I start removing pieces of you.

  I place the box on the front passenger seat as Paul pulls up in front of the building, “Have one of the guys see that this gets to Padilla. Don’t wait, I’ll get myself home.”

  In the light of the apartment stairwell, as I climb up to her apartment, I realize that I still have blood on my hands. I pick the lock and let myself into Alexys’s apartment, ensuring not to touch anything with my soiled hands as I make my way to her master bathroom. Pressing the door shut gently with my shoe, I flip on the light and thoroughly scrub his blood from my hands.

  As much as I want my hands on her body, I’d never want to mar her beautiful flesh with another man’s blood.

  twelve

  ALEXYS

  The sound of running water wakes me from my sleep. Groggily rolling over, I swear the light of the adjoining bathroom flips off as I open my eyes.

  Fucking paranoid, Lex…

  The faint sound of footsteps approaching across the hardwood floor immediately tells me that I’m not paranoid. I feel my heart beginning to thump in my chest and I scramble backward until I am pressed tightly against the headboard.

  “Mi reina,” a deep voice whispers from the shadows at the foot of the bed.

  “Your queen?” My words ooze with disdain as I try to hide my fear.

  His large hands slide over the bar at the foot of the bed, and he leans forward slowly bringing more of him into the faint city lights shining in through the window. I swallow hard as I watch him slip from the shadows, taking in the man hovering a few feet from me. His hands wrap around the iron bar, causing his massive forearms to flex under the tight sleeves of his cotton shirt. As he leans further, my eyes travel up to his bulging biceps and broad chest.

  I should be screaming. Yelling for help. Running for the phone and calling 911. Instead, my intrigue grossly and foolishly outweighs my fear.

  Instinctively, I know the man before me is the unknown man from the phone. And more than anything, I want to know who he is.

  He leans even lower, and an involuntary gasp blows from my lips when I see his covered face. Everything but his eyes are covered with a mask – a ski mask of sorts with an evil-looking skeleton printed across the front – leaving him looking at the Grimm Reaper.

  Suddenly, I realize how foolish this was, and slow tears begin to stream down my face as I silently sob. The sudden terror of what this man is going to do to me overwhelms nearly all of my senses.

  “I don’t want your tears, mi reina. I want your screams, and I know exactly how I intend to get them,” his words sound more like a promise than a threat.

  “Are you going to hurt me?” The words vomit uncontrollably from my mouth.

  “Oh, mi reina,” his voice is deep, gravelly, and sincere, “I would never harm you.”

  “Kyle?” I quietly question. He doesn’t answer and instead inquisitively tips his head like a dog when they don’t understand, “Did you kill Kyle?”

  “Did I need to?” His fingers flex tighter around the bar, “Was I mistaken about your lack of feelings for him?”

  “No,” my answer is soft because apparently we both know that I was settling with a guy like Kyle.

  “I’m not a complete monster,” he walks around the bed until he is standing next to me. His fingers gingerly tuck hair behind my ear before sliding down my cheek, “He’s just going to be left-handed now. He had to pay for touching you.”

  “Why?” A tear rolls down my cheek and he wipes it away with his thumb.

  “I told you. You are mine, and other men do not touch what belongs to me,” his voice is deep and commanding but eerily calm.

  I swallow hard and try to sound brave when I respond, “What if I don’t want to be yours?”

  “You will,” his thumb swipes over my lower lip as he talks, “you just don’t know it yet.”

  “What makes you so sure of yourself?”

  “You,” he presses his thumb between my lips and slides it over the length of my tongue, “you aren’t screaming for help or fighting me off. You like my hands on you.”

  With his thumb still in my mouth, I have to wait to answer until he pulls it from my mouth. “No, I don’t,” the words even sound like a lie as I say them.

  “Liar,” I can almost hear him smile with pleasure beneath the mask as he slides his thumb, still slick with my saliva, over my slightly parted lips, “Tell me the lips beneath this blanket aren’t as wet as these beautiful pink ones on your face.”

  I can’t.

  I don’t know if it’s fear, arousal, or both, but I know that my panties are currently soaked through. For some reason, I am certain that he knows it, too.

  His fingers grip the blanket in my lap, and he slowly drags it down my legs until I am sitting before him nothing but an oversized T-shirt and a pair of panties. A moan vibrates against his mask as his eyes rake back up my body. The knuckles of his hand drag up my outer thigh until they are slowly dipping under the bottom of the shirt pooled on my thighs. His fingers hook under the side of my panties. He leans forward, until I can feel the cotton of his mask brush against my ear, before groaning, “Are you wet for me?”

  My eyes lock on his as he waits for an answer I can’t bring myself to give. I am unable to lie or admit the truth. His free hand grips the panties on my other hip, and he yanks on them roughly. He pulls so aggressively that I am no longer sitting against the headboard as he pulls them down my thighs. He slows, and his fingers drag down my legs, leaving goosebumps in their wake, as he slides my panties down my legs and over my feet.

  “Fuck,” he groans as he brings my wet panties to his face and inhales deeply before shoving them into his pocket, “you smell fucking better than I’ve imagined. I can’t wait to fucking taste you.”

  My mouth gapes at his words. I feel like I can’t breathe, as my chest heaves at even the thought of him just taking what he wants. He grabs my hand and pulls it between my thighs. Holding it gently in his, he slides my fingers through my folds and brings them to his mouth. Without hesitation, he draws them into his mouth, groaning as he sucks and licks vigorously at my fingers. Each swipe of his tongue over and between my fingers sends tingles across my clit.

  Pulling me from his mouth, he moves my hand back between my thighs. My tiny hand in his large palm, he cups my pussy. I am unable to stifle my moan when he presses two of my fingers inside of me. My thighs tremble as he works my fingers in and out of me.

  “Next time I taste your sweet cunt, it’ll be with my face buried between your thighs,” his hand leaves mine and lingers up my arm as he growls, “keep those fingers in that tight little cunt of yours.”

  Part of me is still scared to death. Yet even with my heart pounding in my chest, I desperately crave his next command.

  thirteen

  ANDRES

  Alexys is fucking gorgeous on the bed below me. Her thighs slightly parted, fingers buried inside her sweet, dripping cunt, and those beautiful, lusty, hazel eyes staring up at me.

  “Use your fingers to fuck it for me as you think about how much you want to come all over my tongue.”

  She doesn’t hesitate, and I watch as her fingers work in and out of her slick cunt. Her breasts rise and fall with every heaving breath she takes, her tight nipples poking against the thin cotton of her shirt.

  “You’re so fucking perfect, mi reina,” my cock begins to grow hard at the sight of her. My hand palms at my growing length as I struggle against my unbridled desire to touch every magnificent inch of her.

  Not yet…

  Whimpers tremble over her lips, her hips rocking against her hand as she chases the orgasm she so desperately wants.

  The orgasm I so desperately want to give her.

  “I want to hear you come,” my lips graze against her temple through my mask. “Come for me as I leave. And then give me one more.”

  Sliding my fingers under her chin, I tip her face up to mine until those gorgeous eyes of hers are locked on mine. Our eyes bore into each other’s, her lips quiver as her whimpers turn into moans.

  “Are you going to listen and do what I asked?”

  “Yes,” she moans breathlessly as her back arches from the bed.

  “That’s my good girl,” my words slow as I relish in her perfection. I no more than make it to the other side of her bedroom door when I hear her scream out her release. Her cries of pleasure cause my aching cock to throb in my pants.

  Gripping the throbbing bulge through my pants, I rub over my length trying to provide myself the slightest bit of relief as I make my way to her front door. As I place my hand on the doorknob, I hear Alexys moaning from down the halls as she continues to finger fuck her cunt as I instructed.

  Soon enough, I’ll be the one worshipping that cunt like it deserves.

  Pulling the door shut, I pull off my mask and quickly make my way to my car parked in a garage around the block. After fighting the urge to free my cock with every step I took from her apartment, I am barely in my car when I undo my zipper and free it from my pants. Fisting it with one hand, I pull Alexys’s still-damp panties from my pocket.

  I can smell her sweet fucking scent before I even lift them to my face. Holding them under my nose, I almost spill my load when I deeply breathe her in.

  Standing beside her bed, I watch as her fingers work industriously between her splayed legs. In return, her eyes are fixated on the hand repeatedly sliding from my base to my tip.

  If you want my cum, you’re going to earn it,” I growl at her as her body writhes against her hand. “Fuck that dripping cunt, and show me how badly you want it.”

  Continuing to inhale the aroma of her arousal, I violently fist my cock. I groan with need and am confident my primal roars are loud enough to be heard outside of my car. But at this hour, parked in the dark, needing her this badly, I don’t fucking care.

  Her thighs tighten around her hand as she fights the need to slow her impending orgasm. It is a futile attempt, and I watch as her whole body quivers as bliss overtakes every inch of her.

  Leaning over her, I continue to pump my cock until streams of cum splatter across her round, heaving tits.

  “Fuck,” I roar as I unload my release into her wadded panties. My breathing still ragged, I use them to wipe the remaining drops of cum from my tip before placing them on the passenger seat.

  I know exactly what I plan to do with them…

  Tucking my cock back into my pants, I pull my phone from the center console.

  Did you come again for me?

  ALEXYS

  Yes

  And what were you thinking about as your tight little cunt clamped around your fingers as you came?

  You

  Good fucking girl.

  Did you come hard?

  Yes

  What was I doing that made you scream as you came for me?

  Sucking my clit as you fingered me

  …hard

  If that’s what you want mi reina

  Next time…

  Go lock your front door. You wouldn’t want a strange man sneaking in while you slept.

  I don’t smile often, but I can’t control the one spreading across my face as I turn over the engine and pull from the parking spot. I head back to Manhattan and my penthouse. Parking in the garage, I grab Alexys’s cum splattered panties from the seat and head upstairs. I quickly find the items I need, ready them for tomorrow, and make appropriate arrangements.

  fourteen

  ALEXYS

  Sitting down at my desk, I am completely exhausted, and the day is only just starting. I barely managed to get more than a couple hours of sleep because I just couldn’t stop thinking about him. Or thinking about what that meant about the state of my mental health.

  Sane women don’t want to know more about the man stalking them. Sane women don’t get turned on and masturbate to the man who breaks into their house in the middle of the night. They definitely don’t have an orgasm unlike any other in their life either. Yet, here I am. Doing all of the above and refusing to be more than a few feet from my phone in case he texts.

  What the fuck, Lex?

  When the phone lying on the desk buzzes, I can’t feign my excitement. As I clammer to pick it up, Mr. Ramirez steps in front of me. Even with an unusual smirk, his voice carries his usual gruff tone, “I hope you show the same level of enthusiasm for this position as you do for your personal life.”

  Fuck. I continue to make a remarkable first impression with this man.

  The moment he is in his office, I swipe open my phone.

  UNKNOWN

  You look heavenly this morning. That blue dress was fucking made for you and those beautiful curves of yours.

  My thumbs hover over the keyboard, but I don’t know how to respond. Not just because this is crazy but because the men that I have been with have tolerated my extra fluff. Meanwhile, this man, who I should probably be reporting to the police, seems to truly enjoy every extra inch of me.

  Did you sleep well, mi reina?

  No. I couldn’t sleep.

  Were you up thinking about me?

  Yes…