Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
The flat of his stomach, his muscled legs, the base of his thick shaft.
If we had more time—but we don’t.
It’s funny now to think that we put off sex because we needed protection. On the cusp of what we’re about to do, it’s the furthest thing from my mind.
I want his babies.
I’ve waited for him long enough.
He moans, the head of his cock glistening with a drop of pre-cum. I swallow and hold his gaze as I position myself over him and line up the head of his cock with my warm, wet entrance.
The first thrust feels like heaven. The second makes angels sing. By the third, I’m given over fully to sheer primal pleasure. I could weep with happiness that we’re back together.
He’s mine.
I love the way he cups my breasts while I ride him.
I love the way the walls of my pussy clench around him.
I love the way his eyes go half lidded when he groans with pleasure as my own body rocks with the first spasm of ecstasy.
I come with abandon, riding his cock. I’m drowning in bliss as he comes inside me. We rock our hips and chase our ecstasy. I shatter into shards of brilliant light, blinded, ecstatic. I forget to breathe.
When I come back to earth, we still don’t speak. I give myself only seconds to bask in the warm afterglow of our lovemaking. Cupping my face in his hands, he kisses me.
“I love you, Starla. It’s go time, baby.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Starla
"I don't know how much you know about what we're about to do, but I'm gonna start from the ground up. The best way to avoid notice, so that nobody gives you a hard time about anything, is to pretend like you belong here."
Okay, alright.
I nod my head. "Because I look like I fit right in, don’t I?” God.
"Baby," he says with a smile. “I’m the one that belongs in the cartel. You are the one that belongs with me." Since he puts it that way…
My heart is thundering in my chest. I've never killed anyone, and I'm not sure that now is the time I'm going to. But I'm ready. I am so fucking ready. "Got it. I'm yours. That's not very hard to pretend at all."
Rodriguez's boss is in an underground bunker accessed well beneath the city streets, behind cement walls in the heart of Boston. I didn’t expect him to be so near, but apparently, he likes being able to access the international airport here and has insider friends in the Boston Police Department.
So does Timeo.
“Combining multiple biometrics makes it more secure,” Timeo explains. “I made friends with their artificial intelligence.”
He knows exactly what to do.
We’re standing at the door to the bunker. A fingerprint scanner captures his prints, while a second scanner analyzes his irises. Palmprint identification is next, but he’s accounted for everything.
At least I think so.
“Emiliano Roja is here,” Timeo promises me, as a series of beeps and flashing lights grant us access.
Emiliano is an older man, but ruthless, with no less than three dozen deaths and the terrorizing of untold others on his conscience.
"He's too proud to give anyone below him power," Timeo says. "Rumor has it he believed his own son was going to usurp the throne, so he slit his throat. He has no heirs beneath him. The entire structure of his group collapses with his death. And they know it, too.”
I nod. “Which is why he's here.”
“Yup.”
"What does security look like?"
“I've hacked through Rodriguez’s information and adjusted it to mirror mine. Roja will likely try to fight. That's where you come in."
I swallow and nod. Got this.
"Starla…this man is responsible for brainwashing your parents. He's responsible for the molestation of children within the fellowship. He's responsible for the abuse of the women in the group, the women that you've personally helped." He narrows his eyes. “He would've killed your dogs if we hadn’t gotten them first."
He's reminding me of all this because he knows I don't want to kill anybody, but this is an act of war. With Roja still walking this earth, there's no telling the damage that he will do, the lives that he will destroy, the horrors that he will perpetrate in the name of what he believes to be right.
"No more, Timeo." I shake my head. "No more."
His eyes blaze into mine as he grabs me, pulls me to him, and kisses me fiercely.
I swear to God, if he hadn’t fucked me this morning, I'd be turned on right now just watching him access security. The utter competence with which he orchestrates the break-in is like watching a master artist.
It’s time to push that last domino and watch the rest of them fall.
I hear the footsteps only a second before the voice gets my attention.
"Who the fuck are you?” I spin around and stick my gun into the throat of the man behind me. Didn't even hear him.