…

  And that I shouldn’t be thinking about you the way I am

  I had the same thoughts about you, but mine all ended with me filling you with my cock and covering you with my cum.

  I feel the warm flush of embarrassment creeping up my neck and over my cheeks.

  Who talks like that?

  Are you thinking about my thick cock stretching out your tight cunt as I fuck you.

  Yes.

  I mean, I am now.

  Good. Enjoy thinking about my cock as you work.

  “Alexys,” Mr. Ramirez’s voice bellows through the intercom, “If you’re done daydreaming out there, I need you to run some folders down to the thirtieth floor. And that report I gave you yesterday needs to be finished by four so I can get it to our client.”

  “Yes, sir,” I promptly stand from my desk and walk into his office to collect the folders. I am on autopilot as I carry them downstairs, as my brain is entirely focused on the unknown man and thoughts of him sneaking into my apartment. Once inside, doing everything he’s thinking about and what his cock would feel like as he pressed it inside me.

  Focus, Lex.

  Returning to my desk, I am surprised to find a black linen gift box sealed with white satin ribbons. Sitting down, I lift the tag.

  Mi reina.

  Excited, and a little terrified, to see what is inside, I slowly pull at the bow and watch as it unravels, the silk strings falling around the box. Glancing around to ensure no one is watching, I lift the lid to find a small card.

  I want you to see exactly what it is that you do to me.

  Placing the card next to the box, I move the decorative tissue and pull my dirty panties from last night out of the box. I quickly shove them back into the box and replace the lid before anyone sees them.

  UNKNOWN

  Did you get my gift?

  Yes

  Put them on

  I’m at work

  Did I ask where you were? Or did I tell you to put them on?

  Take your phone with you, I’ll be waiting.

  I stare at the box for a moment before dipping my hand in. When I pull it out, the panties are balled tightly in my fist. Grabbing my phone, I quickly make my way to the ladies’ room. After checking twice that the door is locked, I unclench my fist and look at the panties. Light-colored splatters cover the silky black fabric.

  It takes me a moment until I realize that he returned my panties covered in cum. His cum.

  And I’m supposed to put these on?

  As if he can read my mind, the phone buzzes in my hand.

  I want you wearing my cum.

  But if you want me to pump my cum all over your cunt instead, I will be more than happy to come and visit you at work.

  I’m putting them on

  I expect a picture

  I slide off my panties and shove them into the trash. The last thing I need is to be caught wandering around the office carrying underwear. Stepping into the soiled pair, I slide them up my legs before lifting my dress to snap a picture of them. I send him the picture, straighten my dress, and try to find my composure.

  Every ounce of composure I found is lost the moment I read his next messages.

  My cum looks good on you.

  Keep them on. I intend to collect them later.

  Oh fuck…

  fifteen

  ANDRES

  Most of my day has been spent staring at my phone. Those luscious thighs, sleek black panties, and my cum. Between the photo burning into my screen and knowing that Alexys is sitting with my cum on her skin, I haven’t been able to focus on a task all day.

  And I need to fucking focus on this distribution issue.

  Javier, our guy in at the Port Authority, was arrested last night on a DUI. The guys paid his bail and got him out almost immediately, and I have it on good authority that he won’t be making it to his hearing. By the time it rolls around next week, he’ll be under several tons of trash at a dump in New Jersey.

  With Javier taken care of, I’m concerned with the fifty thousand kilos I have arriving in port next week. Fifty thousand kilos will belong to the DEA if I can’t figure out a remedy to this issue before then.

  After several hours of painstakingly coming up with dead ends, an idea comes to me, but I know I need to clear it with Alejandro first. He might not technically be the boss anymore, but I can’t make this decision without him being in agreement.

  I’m sorry to both you and your family boss, but we have a situation at the office.

  ALEJANDRO

  Brother, not boss. I’ll call you in a minute.

  Exactly a minute later, my burner phone rings, “What’s the issue?”

  I get Alejandro up to speed on the situation with Javier before broaching my solution, “I want to bring in Ryder and his crew.”

  Alejandro is silent on the other end, so I continue, “They did well for us at getting that last-minute shipment to Sturgis.”

  “That was five kilos,” Alejandro rebuts, “Do you think they can handle this?”

  “I know he already has a crew at the port to get guns through customs. This shouldn’t be an issue. But I know him; he’s going to want in. He’s not big on these one-time deals.”

  “Do you trust him?”

  “Yes,” I don’t hesitate, “I trust him.”

  He saved my ass a year ago when his guys learned that the feds were on to one of our shipments. If it weren’t for him, Alejandro and I would both be doing enough time that his kids would be in college before we got out.

  “Then I trust him. You are more than capable of handling this. If I didn’t think so, I never would have put you in charge,” Alejandro replies. “Now, if you don’t have anything else, I was about to try to knock up my wife again.”

  We both laugh, but I know he’s serious. That man will never be able to put enough babies in Isabella.

  Hanging up the phone, I pull up Ryder’s number.

  Are you available to meet tomorrow?

  RYDER

  Your office or the club?

  Depends. Do you own a suit?

  Fuck you! Of course I own a suit.

  Wear it. My office at two. Just you. And maybe don’t bring that loud ass Harley.

  Do you want to fucking meet or not? Don’t disrespect her like that.

  Fuck. Just marry her already.

  I’ll bring the truck. But I won’t like it. 2pm.

  I might trust him, but he’s going to be one hell of a pain in my ass.

  Looking up, I see that Alexys isn’t at her desk, and the lamp by her keyboard is off. Glancing at the clock, I see it’s nearly 5:30 p.m.

  Shit, she’s probably already on the subway.

  Heading down to the garage, I make my way to my car. Pulling from the garage and speeding through the city, I make it to Queens significantly faster than I should.

  Knowing I have a few minutes to spare, as she’ll be stopping at the corner store like she does every night, I take the opportunity to park at the garage around the corner. Once in a dark corner, I pop my trunk and walk behind the car. Stripping out of my business clothes, I toss them into the trunk. I waste no time pulling on jeans, a long-sleeved tee and boots. I grab my mask and close the trunk before heading to the alleyway between her building and the store.

  Once in the alley, I pull the mask over my face and stand in the shadows as I wait for her. It isn’t long before I hear the clicking of her heels on the sidewalk and catch a whiff of her distinct perfume.

  Stepping behind her as she passes, I wrap my hand over her mouth and drag her into the alley. Her screams vibrate against my hand, and her bag falls to the ground as she fights to free herself from my firm grip. I pull her through the darkness until we are concealed in an alcove of a side door to one of the buildings.

  Holding her back tightly against me, I whisper into her ear, “Shhh, mi reina. I’ve just come to collect.”

  She stills at the sound of my voice, and I loosen my tight hold on her. Spinning her around, I press her back against the brick wall and tightly box her in with my body. “I told you that I would be coming to collect those panties back.”

  Looming over her with my chest pressed against her, keeping her lightly pinned to the wall, my fingers inch the hem of her dress up her thighs. I don’t stop until it is bunched around her waist. Grabbing her hands one at a time, I move them to the gathered fabric and wrap her fingers around it.

  Placing my fingers under her chin and tipping her face up to mine, I deeply whisper, “Do not let go. Understood?”

  sixteen

  ALEXYS

  My hands firmly holding my dress around my waist, I stare up at the masked face towering over me as I respond, “Yes.”

  Barely stepping back from me, his hands slide down my body as he crouches before me and drops to his knees. His fingers trail down my legs to my knees before his palms slide up my thighs. His skin feels electric against mine as he glides over me, sparking a level of excitement in me that I didn’t know existed.

  His large hands slide around my hips until each of his palms cups a cheek of my ass. Squeezing them with conviction, I wince at the pain, and he pulls me toward his face. Holding me tight to him, his face nuzzles between my thighs as he breathes me in. His face rubs against my pussy, and I can’t help but chew at my lower lip.

  “As much as I love seeing you in my cum,” I feel my panties slowly drag down my legs as he talks, “I’ve already waited far too long to drink from that sweet cunt of yours.”

  Looking down, I watch as he lifts my feet to remove my panties. He shoves them into his pocket before looking up at me, “What did I tell you about the next time I tasted you?”

  “That it would be with your face between my thighs,” I tremble back the words as he lifts my leg and places it over his shoulder. He lifts his mask just far enough to bare his mouth as he leans forward, and I immediately feel his tongue sweep against my pussy. His second swipe is firm, and we both groan as it guides through my slit.

  He fervently licks and sucks at me with a talented precision that I didn’t think was possible. My fingers fist at the fabric of the dress as he repeatedly slides the firm length of his tongue over my clit. So close to the edge and needing more, my hips rock against his face.

  Pulling back from me, I can see my arousal glistening on his bearded chin. “If you want to ride my face, mi reina, I will happily oblige.”

  He grips my ass with one hand and uses the other to pull my other leg over his shoulder. He kneels before me, holding all of my weight on his shoulders as he cups my ass. I can see the anticipation in his eyes when he looks up at me.

  Any bit of fear I may have had is completely lost in this moment.

  “And what was it you thought about as you came last night,” he pauses to lick my pussy and briefly suck on my clit. I feel his fingers lingering against my entrance as he stares up at me.

  “Was it me sucking on your clit while I fucked you with my fingers,” he forcefully thrusts them inside me as he groans against my pussy, “hard.”

  His fingers work diligently, thrusting and curling inside of me as he licks and sucks, willing me to come. My shoulders pressed to the wall and hips grinding against his tongue; I breathlessly cry out as I come on his face.

  His hands grip my ass and pull me firmly against his face, and he groans against me as he continues to eat my pussy like a starving man. The continued flicks of his tongue are nearly unbearable, but even as I come again, he doesn’t stop.

  “Please, I beg,” my thighs clench firmly around his head, “I can’t.”

  “You can. And you will,” he plunges two fingers back into me as he holds me tight to his face with one hand.

  “Fuck,” I scream, my shoulders scraping down the wall as I come with an intensity like nothing I have ever felt before, and my body crumples on his shoulders.

  Holy fucking shit.

  I struggle to catch my breath as he carefully slides my unsteady legs from his shoulders, revealing his drenched shirt. Holding me steady as he stands, I watch as he slides the mask back over his face, concealing his identity from me.

  Lex, you have no idea who this man is.

  He probably killed Kyle.

  And you just willingly went to the fucking rodeo on his face in a dark alley.

  Panic begins to race through me as I realize the situation I have allowed myself to be in. One I know is absurd. I’m about to run, when he uses his body to box me back against the wall.

  “No more panties, mi reina,” my eyes widen both at his words and the hard cock he is pressing against my bare pussy. “I don’t want anything in the way when I want to eat your cunt until it sprays that sweet arousal all over my face again. Understood?”

  Unable to develop a response, I nod my head at him. Reaching my hand up, I grab the bottom of his mask. He firmly grips my wrist and pulls it from his face as his deep voice echoes through the alcove we stand in, “No.”

  Clearly seeing the disappointment written across my face, he drags my hand between us, not stopping until he has wrapped my fingers around his thick, hard cock through his jeans.

  “Do not for a second doubt what you do to me,” he slides my hand along his seemingly never-ending length. “Or my dedication to you. You are my queen and the only woman I have any desire to worship.”

  seventeen

  ANDRES

  Her hand rubs over my cock, I want to abandon every decision I’ve made about concealing my identity and give Alexys everything she wants.

  “Fuck, mi reina,” I groan as her fingers slide over my tip. “Keep that up, and I’ll wind up entirely at your mercy.”

  “Good,” she smirks, “then show me your face and let me know who you are.”

  “In due time,” I pull her hand from my cock, “when you’re ready.”

  “You’ve stalked me, did God knows what with Kyle, broke into my apartment. I haven’t called the cops. Doesn’t that mean anything?” she emphatically exclaims.

  “But you’ve thought about it,” my tone is abrasive, “haven’t you? Calling the cops.”

  “Yes,” she hesitantly replies.

  “And I saw the look in your eyes,” my fingers delicately trace along her jaw, “no less than five minutes ago, you were terrified and ready to run from me.”

  She stares up at me, lips parted and trying to argue, but speechless.

  “Go home, mi reina,” I shake my head, completely unsure how to deal with her. She stands against the wall without the slightest indication she intends to listen to me.

  “Go!” The lone word full of both my anger and despair. My hand drives into the wall beside her head. She jumps in fear, and I can see the complete terror in her eyes. Moving the arm boxing her against the wall, she bolts down the alley and turns the corner toward her apartment.

  “Fuck,” I slam my fist into the brick wall again, further splitting my knuckles.

  For a brief moment, I thought Alexys might not have been absolutely petrified of me, but that’s all it was. Just a brief moment.

  For the longest time, I thought that sliding the mask over my face transformed me. Shrouded in anonymity, I can be everything I’m not. Brutal. Savage. Powerful.

  But it’s fucking bullshit.

  The mask over my face doesn’t transform me. It simply allows me to remove the mask I wear during the day. The one where I pretend I don’t live cloaked in darkness. I’m an evil fucking man, with and without the mask covering my face. There is nothing redeemable about me, and Alexys sees it.

  Deciding to take Alexys as mine is like bringing an angel to live in fucking hell. Forcing her into the dark and then convincing her why she should love the fucking devil.

  No one loves the fucking devil.

  Stepping from the alcove, with blood dripping down my fingers, I know I should walk away. Force myself away from her. My boots thump against the asphalt, echoing in the alley as I walk toward the street. Reaching the sidewalk, I pause for a moment before being drawn toward her apartment.

  I take the stairs to her building two at a time, only briefly stopping at her door to take a moment to leave her a lasting reminder before letting myself inside.

  I am not quiet and do not try to hide my presence this time.

  I want her to know that I am coming for her.

  Slamming the door as I enter, the heavy soles of my boots stomp against the hardwood floors as I make my way to her bedroom. I reach her room, my hands gripping the top of the doorframe as I stand in the threshold waiting for her to acknowledge me. Her body is frozen in place and her lower lips trembles as she stares at me. She might not be able to see my face, but she can very clearly see the look in my eyes.

  “Do you still want to know who I am?” The question sounds grave as I ask it.

  “Yes,” the word quivers over her trembling lower lip, “I want to see your face.”

  “I didn’t ask if you wanted to see my fucking face,” the words growl from me as I stalk toward her. “I asked if you wanted to know who the fuck I am.”

  I watch the confusion on her face as she attempts to make sense of what I am asking. Firmly gripping her jaw, I forcefully tip her head up to face me. “You think there’s a good man hiding behind the mask, and I refuse to let you carry on under that notion. So, I ask again, do you want to know who the fuck I really am?”