MasukCAITLINEsteban’s hot tongue pressed on my aching pussy. I was still so sensitive from the last fuck, yet I still wanted more. His question still hung at the back of my mind, but the pleasure was more important at that moment.His fingers sank deeper into me, making me arch, my hips lifting to take him even deeper. He kept pleasuring me with his tongue and fingers until I came apart on the sofa.He watched me intently, his eyes fixed on my face as I shook with the intensity of my climax. The corners of his lips curled upward. There was something in his gaze I had never seen before. It was there and then it was gone, replaced by something else—uncertainty?Still shaken, I lifted my legs in the air, supporting them with my hands behind my knees. Esteban’s eyes lowered to my pussy. His tongue touched his lips. I spread my legs farther apart, a warm invitation for him to fuck me on the sofa.“Insatiable pretty thing.” He chuckled, cupping my ass with his hand. “Get up,” he ordered.For
ESTEBAN“What was the meaning of that shit you pulled out there?” I asked through clenched teeth.“I assure you, Boss, I wasn’t trying anything. It was just as she said.”“Boss?” I scoffed.“Don,” he corrected. “Trust me, I have no interest in your woman—Caitlin.” He cleared his throat and drew out a chair.Sitting down, he pulled out his phone from his pocket.“What is it you want to show me?” I asked, eying him curiously.“It has to do with your girl.”It was obvious he was trying to be funny, but ‘my girl’ was quite pleasant to my ears.“Caitlin…” I muttered, drumming my fingers absently on the desk. Then I recalled what I—we had had on that desk.“Don? Don, can you hear me?” Gustavo asked, waving a hand in my face.“What?” I asked, clearing my throat.“There is footage of Miss Stevens—suspicious footage.”“And?” I asked sharply.Gustavo looked at me with wide eyes, mouth open.“My patience runs thin, Gustavo, and you're testing it.”“Of course.” He handed me his phone. “Go through
CAITLINClicking the record button, I began to talk about the attack on the hospital—the little I knew. Then I paused.“Did you have anything to do with it?” I blurted out.Why did I care?Sighing softly, I asked the question that had been at the tip of my tongue.“How’s Viv?”A part of me wanted to start begging all over again, but knew that wouldn’t work. The last thing I wanted to do was trigger the insane bastard.I ended the recording and leaned back in the chair, wondering how he was going to respond. And how long?I waited for what seemed like forever, still, no response.Turning off the little recorder, I tucked it in the cloth and put it under the bed. Then I walked out of the room, going face first into a human wall.“Ouch!” I hissed as pain spread across my forehead.I instinctively moved back, but my flip-flop slipped beneath my feet, making me stumble. A strong hand caught my arm and steadied me.“Thank you. I—” I paused, staring up into Gustavo’s face. His glare was simi
ESTEBANDrumming my fingers on the table, I looked at the woman before me. Dried streaks of tears mixed with mascara gave her a hideous look. The last time we had sat like this, I had let her go, but this time, I wasn’t going to make the same mistake.Putting a finger under my mask, I scratched my itching scar.“I will ask you one more time,” I said calmly, my face expressionless, but my patience was running thin.She shook her head and squeezed her eyes shut. Tears rolled down her cheeks.She seemed broken…sorry, but for what? For getting caught? Back in the cabin, she looked pretty much excited about getting her hands on my cousin. As much as I couldn’t trust her, I knew there was more to her actions. From Fabian’s report, she was hysterical when she found out how Victor died.So, how did she think he died?“Were you raped by my men?” I asked quietly.“No,” she answered quickly.“Then who?”She looked at me, fresh tears falling from her eyes. I clenched my teeth in irritation. If it
CAITLINStrong arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me close. Esteban nuzzled my neck, muttering a soft, “good morning.”His hard cock pressed hard against my backside. I went still. For some reason, I expected him to act different towards me. I could have sworn he was suspicious of me. Or did I imagine that?His hand slid under my dress, caressing my hips. I turned my head to meet his gaze. His eyes were hooded, lips parted as his gaze lingered on my lips. I squeezed my eyes shut and opened them back, letting them adjust to the light spilling through the windows.“Esteban…” I whispered, knowing exactly what that look meant.He pressed his lips on mine, his tongue hot, desperate—dominating. His hand slid up to my breast, pinching my nipple. I gasped in his mouth. He hovered over me, making me lie with my back pressed on the mattress.Nudging my legs apart, he pulled my dress over my head. I cupped his face with my hands and kissed him, letting him feel just how much I wanted him. H
CAITLIN “Stop!” Esteban's voice cut through stiff air. He looked like a mess. Dark smoke smeared on his face, and his eyes looked dull and sunken. Miranda rushed over to her son, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug. She sobbed softly—a cry of relief. Pulling back, she dried her eyes and stared into her son’s face. “Memo?” she asked softly. Eliana, however, sat quietly, tears streaming down her face. “I didn’t get to see him,” she whispered. “Because, little cousin, he wasn’t there.” Esteban’s voice betrayed his fatigue. Eliana’s gaze shifted. She stared hard at Esteban, tilting her head to the side. “What do you mean?” she asked. He placed his hands on Miranda’s shoulders, pressed a kiss on her hair and murmured something in Spanish to her. Then he walked towards me—us—me and Eliana. He gave me a half smile, but his eyes were so dull, I couldn't tell if it was forced or real. Esteban crouched down beside me, in front of Eliana. Taking her hand in his, he patted her f







