Page 16 of El Malo
His eyes widen. “You were made?”
“What? No,” I rush out. I’m about to tell him about searching for Araceli, but then I remember the way he struck me last night. He doesn’t need to know the whys. “I was in his office and I wasn’t supposed to be. I’d ended up hiding under his desk. He pulled me out and then…”
His brows scrunch together and his lips are pursed. “Did he hurt you?”
“He fingered me,” I whisper, my eyes wide.
He turns away from me and walks over to his computer. With his back to me, he says, “Did you like it?”
“What? Of course I didn’t like it,” I lie, my voice shrill. I don’t tell him I came harder than I ever have in my life.
“So he knew you were snooping and then he fingered you before letting you go?”
“Yeah.”
“This is perfect.”
I blink in shock. “Excuse me?”
He turns and a devious grin is on his face. It crushes my heart that he doesn’t even ask how I felt about it. “This is perfect. You can get closer to him. If he likes you, work that to your advantage. He’ll give you access to information we desperately need.” He motions at me. “Look at you, Rosa, you were made to seduce a man. You can do this.”
“You’re not mad?”
“I’m fucking thrilled,” he elaborates. “This is the best progress we’ve had in years.”
My heart sinks. “Stokes will think this is okay?”
“Stokes doesn’t have to know right now. Just do more of this,” he says as he motions to my dress.
He approaches me and I melt in his arms. Last night I didn’t want to sleep with him because he’d had the prostitute here and my heart was broken, but today, I need to remind him why he wants me. I reach for my zipper and he swats my hand away.
“Leave it on, baby. It’s too sexy to take off.” He twists me and urges me to bend over the bed. With my palms on the covers, I try not to be bitter as he slides my dress up over my ass. He tugs my panties down and they drop to my ankles above my borrowed sandals. Within seconds his naked cock is out rubbing against my ass.
“Condom,” I choke out, a shudder rippling through me.
“Right,” he snaps. His tone is irritated.
I wait, my ass bared to him, for him to sheath his cock. He presses into me and I wince. I’m still aching from Javier’s thick, expert finger. In a mechanical way, Michael pistons against me.
Slapslapslapslapslap.
Our skins make sounds and it reminds me of earlier.
The sounds my body was making was wetter. Juicier. Needier. The barely stifled moans coming from me were desperate and wild. A jolt of pleasure trickles through me at the reminder. I want Michael to get me off, to bring me back into the moment with him, but he’s focused on his own release.
What am I even doing?
One sick, twisted morning in Javier Estrada’s office and I’m suddenly questioning everything with Michael.
The thought is a dangerous one.
Have I been undercover too long? Am I losing my mind?
Michael comes with a hiss and I feel his heat rushing out, thankfully protected by the condom. I’d always wanted to protect myself against pregnancy since I’m in no point in my life ready to be a mother, but after last night and seeing that prostitute, I want to protect myself from much more. He pulls out and deposits the condom in the restroom. I jerk my panties up my thighs and cross my arms, my stance defensive.
“Let’s have dinner together,” I murmur.
He rights his clothes and scowls. “I’ve got work to do.” He points at the door. “And so do you.”