“I’m going to … Carlos…” She gasped, and her body shook as he pushed her into an orgasm. He continued to lick her as she came.
Carlos was a little taken aback by how hard she came, not holding anything back. Giving him everything he wanted, and then more. He stopped when she couldn’t handle anymore, but he wasn’t finished, moving up her body and kissing his way toward her mouth. He didn’t know why he was taking his time or giving her a chance to change her mind. All he wanted was to be inside her.
Gripping his cock, he rested the tip between her slit and then slid through her wet heat. He bumped her clit, and she arched up, gasping.
He groaned as he moved toward her entrance, placing himself just there, not penetrating, but knowing with one push he’d be balls deep inside her.
Raven opened her eyes, staring up at him. Her eyes were the deepest blue and struck him deeply to his core. She had no idea the lengths he’d gone to just to keep her, and he would make sure she never found out.
“Tell me to stop!”
“No, I want this, Carlos.”
He slammed to the hilt inside her, and he watched as she cried out. She looked so fucking beautiful. Her pussy pulsed around his length, and he held himself still within her, loving the feel of her creamy, wet pussy on his dick.
Taking hold of each of her hands, he pressed them to either side of her head, keeping her down. Then he started to rock inside her. At first, he went slowly, just enjoying the feel of her.
He wanted this to last, but at the same time, there was no way he had the strength to keep this going. He had to fuck her, hard and fast, claim her and not let her go. He had to spunk inside her, and as he thought that, he began to take her harder and faster, drawing closer toward his orgasm until there was no holding back. As he came, he made sure he was as deep as he could get, and her pussy milked him for every single drop.
Carlos collapsed over her, wrapping his arms around her body and kissing her neck. Raven had been worth the wait, just as he knew she would be.
Chapter Eleven
“Any news on the Twisted Bastards’ new front man?” Raven asked. She couldn’t bring herself to call them a President. The very thought of one of them taking over that club was enough to make her angry.
Creed had been a piece of work.
Most of the Twisted Bastards men had been pieces of work, or at least that was what she heard. She hadn’t experienced many of the Presidents of the Twisted Bastards, but the ones she’d encountered, she’d gladly kill them all over again.
“There is a rumor another has taken Creed’s place,” Smokey said. “The club has gone to ground. I’ve got eyes and ears everywhere. You don’t need to worry about them.”
“If you need me, I can come back. I’m not sure why Carlos needs me here. He’s got so many guys hanging around, it’s impossible.” The man was surrounded by soldiers.
“You’re there at my request.”
“I know. I’m letting you know I’m here if you need me, for the club, and all of that.”
“I know, Raven. Any sign of the man responsible for putting an amateur hit out on Carlos?”
“We’ve got an idea, but we’re waiting for evidence. In the Santiago mafia, there has to be evidence before any decision can be made.”
She heard Smokey chuckle. “Sounds boring.”
“Oh, it is, but it has its fun parts as well.” She thought about last night at the nightclub and just after.
They’d had sex, and then they’d fucked, and she was pretty sure there was a time they might have made love. She’d been tired but into it. Smokey didn’t need to know the details of the sex going down.
“I’ll call you for an update soon, Raven.”
“Okay. Chat soon.” She ended the call, placing her cell phone on the table. There were several texts and missed calls from Abriana.
She hadn’t meant to ignore them, but she was a little worried about talking to the other woman, which was stupid.
Carlos had gone out to grab them breakfast. She was all alone, apart from the soldiers he had posted at the door.
Raven was pissed off with him as he’d left without giving her a chance to go with him, so she was trying not to freak out. Anyone could be trying to end his life, and she’d already tried to leave the apartment.
Her revolver lay on the table, and she was seriously debating shooting the soldier and hunting down Carlos.
He’d sent her a text to behave. With him ordering her to behave, she wanted to be rebellious. No one besides Smokey told her what to do. He was the only person who got that pleasure.