Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 124140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 621(@200wpm)___ 497(@250wpm)___ 414(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 124140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 621(@200wpm)___ 497(@250wpm)___ 414(@300wpm)
“I’ll never do it again, I promise.” She kissed him frantically, wanting to prove it to him. To show him how much she loved him.
“Hush, Preciosa. It’s all right. I know you won’t. We’re going to be all right, you and I. I still need to learn to listen and to communicate. But I’ll work on it, and I will not neglect you the way I did Elena.”
She hated that he was carrying around this pain.
“I know you won’t, and I would never betray you like that. Ever. I couldn’t. You’re my soul, Alejandro. It would be like hurting myself. So that’s why you decided to come to the States? Because of Elena?”
“Yes. I had to break away from the cartel. I couldn’t trust anyone after that. I felt deceived and humiliated. Dante wanted me to stay. We had a huge argument, and he basically told me that if I left, then I couldn’t come back.”
“Oh, Alejandro.”
“He’s taken it back since. Tried to make amends. But . . . as hard as it is to admit it, I guess I was hurt, and I pushed him away. So now I have to reach out to him, meet him halfway. And . . . that’s a hard thing to do.”
Hmm, she’d have to see what she could do to repair things between two men who used to be like brothers.
Cat was good at figuring out ways to bring people together. Ask anyone.
Well, okay, maybe she’d never done that before, but she could try. And she thought she’d be awesome at it.
“What I felt for Elena . . . it’s hard to remember. I did care for her, but I didn’t think about her every waking moment like I do you. These past twelve hours have been hell.”
“Yeah, you do look like shit,” she told him.
He grinned. “Do I?” A frown crossed his face. “You’re not looking well rested yourself. You need to go to bed.”
“Are you coming with me?” She wriggled her eyebrows suggestively.
He rolled her so she was on her back on the bed and then he kneeled over her, caging her in. “You want my dick?”
“Well, I wasn’t allowed any dick until I decided to stay.” She pouted. “But now that I’m staying . . . I need a good dicking down.”
“A dicking down. Really?”
“What? Don’t you know what that means, old man? What would old people say? Fuck?”
He tickled her until she cried for mercy. She pressed her legs together, cupping her mound.
“Pee. Gotta pee.”
He scooped her up and ran her to the toilet. “Seems this old man can still carry you around.”
“Yeah, you’re good for pee emergencies.”
He set her down and pulled off her panties, tugging them off entirely.
“Hey!” she cried out.
“You won’t need them.”
She sat on the toilet. “Can you leave while I pee?”
“No.” He leaned back against the vanity as she gave up and peed.
He was a nut-job. But he was her nut-job.
She cleaned up and flushed. She was blushing as she moved to the sink to wash her hands.
He picked her back up and carried her into the bedroom, throwing her back on the bed before he started to strip off.
“So I’m getting my dicking down?” she asked.
“No way can I say no when you word it like that.”
She grinned up at him until she realized there was still something wrong. This guilt in her stomach.
“And after that, you’ll punish me?”
He dropped his shirt to the floor. He still wore his pants. “Pequeña, I wasn’t going to spank you. I think you’ve been through enough.”
“Then how come I still feel guilty?” she asked. “I kind of . . . I think I need to be punished for us both to move forward. After punishment comes forgiveness, right?”
“Yes. I don’t know if you’re up to the sort of punishment I’d want to give you, though.”
“I need it. Please.”
“If we’re doing this, we’ll do it right.”
“That’s what I want. Punish me, Papi.”
He sucked in a breath. “All right. I want you to completely strip off, then go stand in the corner with your hands on your head while you think about everything you’ve done to earn this punishment.”
45
Damn, she made a gorgeous sight, standing in the corner with her naked ass on display.
“Widen those legs, Pequeña. Then push your ass out. I want to see a hint of that pretty pussy.”
“Oh dear Lord,” she muttered.
“He won’t help you.” He drew his belt off and then doubled it up. He smacked it against his thigh, making it thwap!
She let out a cry and half-turned to look at him.
“Turn back around,” he barked, moving over to slap her ass twice with his hand. “You do not move from the corner without permission. Understand me?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, Sir. Or yes, Papi.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.” He rubbed the heat into her ass. “I’m going to smack this ass with my belt after I heat it up with my hand. You have so many punishments coming to you that I won’t be able to cover them with only one spanking, though.”