Intern, p.8
Intern, page 8
Keeping up my pace and rhythm, I reach around her hip and between her legs to replace her tiring fingers with my own. My hand rubs fervently against her clit, giving her the same rough, pleasure she was providing herself.
“Yes. Fuck! I’m so fucking close.” Her words are breathy as her hips rock between my fingers and the thrusts of my cock, trying to reach her release. I pinch her clit and roll it between my fingers, and her whole body begins to convulse beneath me, and she cries out as she comes undone blissfully.
I don’t get a chance to ask for permission. Her already-tight ass quivering around my cock causes me to spill my cum into her. My body gives out, and I slump over her back, driving us both into the mattress.
My cock slides from her ass, and I pull her back to my chest and begin placing kisses over her shoulder and up her neck. My lips on her skin as we both catch our breath, and I’m unable to stop myself.
“I think I’m falling for you, cariño.”
“No. You aren’t,” she replies in a pained whisper.
Yes, I fucking am.
twenty five
SOFIA
“Shower.” I pull myself from his embrace and slide off the bed. “Go clean up for me, sugar.”
Hesitating to get up, Gabriel stares up at me as though he as something to say. From the look on his face, it is as clear as day that he wants to argue with my response to his confession. He doesn’t say a word. Following my instruction, he walks into the bathroom and promptly turns on the shower.
Men don’t fall for women like me. They fall in love with the idea of me.
What man wouldn’t enjoy an overtly sexual woman?
Eventually, they all grow tired of me and my need to be in control. From there, things begin to unravel.
He will be no different.
A loud, grumbly exhale draws my attention to the bathroom door. Gabriel is standing at the threshold, his eyes ablaze and his chest heaving. Beads of water drip from his sopping wet hair, trailing down his toned body and pooling at the floor.
“No, Sofia.” His voice is deep, angry, and full of a demandingness that I have never heard from him before. With his narrowed eyes focused on me, he storms across the room with heavy feet. The moment he reaches me, he violently wraps his arms around me and hoists me in the air. Half slung over his shoulder, I try to wriggle free from his tight hold.
“What the fuck are you doing, Gabriel?” I huff as he begins walking us back to the bathroom. I am still questioning him when he carries me into the walk-in shower and under the stream of water.
“You don’t get to do that.” He practically drops me onto the tiled floor before wedging me between him and the cubicle wall. With anger in his eyes and ire in voice he looms over me. “I willfully bow to you. I happily submit to you.”
His chest continues to heave as though he will explode if he is unable to free himself from the feelings building inside of him. Boxed in between his arms, his hot breaths blow down over my face as he continues.
“You may control when…and how…I get the pleasure of enjoying you. Your body. Your company. You. But you don’t get to control this!” He leans back and slams his fist against his chest with a thud. “You don’t get to negate my feelings. You don’t get to dismiss the way I feel about you.”
“Gabe.” I try to maintain my composure. “You don’t want to fall for me.”
“Then I’m pretty fucked, carino.” He shakes his head. “Because you’re like a fucking black hole. You sucked me in, and I know there is no chance of ever getting out.”
“Gabriel…” I blink, feeling the tears beginning to well in my eyes.
“I’m so fucking far beyond falling for you.” He cups my face and pulls my lips so close that they are almost dusting over his as he speaks. “I’m yours, Sofia, whether you want me or not.”
Before I can speak a word, his lips crash against mine with such force that he knocks the wind out of me when I hit tiled wall behind me. When I open my mouth to gasp for air, he tightens his hold on my face and pulls me into him as his tongue sweeps through my mouth. Our lips are pressed so tightly together that his teeth knock against mine as he continues to claim my mouth.
Without releasing his hold, he pulls back just far enough to allow his lips the chance to vibrate against mine as he speaks. “I want nothing more than for you to also be mine. I don’t need it to happen today. Or even a month from now. But if there is no chance you’ll ever feel for me even a fraction of what I feel for you, tell me now. Let me know it’s never coming.”
My lips trembles against his, as I fight desperately to keep the tears welling in my eyes at bay.
“Nothing will change. I will just love you enough for the both of us.”
“You’ll tire of me,” I whisper the words against his lips, my insecurities causing my eyes dart to the water swirling around our feet.
“Maybe I will.” He tips my face forcing me to look up at him. “But what if I don’t?”
“You barely know me…” A solitary tear rolls down my cheek.
His thumbs swipe over my cheeks, wiping the stray tears that sneak free from my eyes. Staring into my eyes, he presses his body tighter against me as his lips dust over mine. “I’ll learn. However it long it takes, I’ll learn everything there is to know about you. My heart fucking shattered when I thought I’d lost you this morning. I saw your face when you realized it could have been me too.”
His hands slide from my face, trailing down my body until his hands are splaying across my lower back and pulling me into his arms even more than I was before. “I fucking love you, Sofia,” he mutters the words against my lips.
“If you really love me,” I say the words against our kiss, “get on your knees and profess your love to me.”
The corner of his mouth ticks upward as he immediately drops to his knees on the hard tile surround of the shower. His hand slides over my hip and down my thigh before gripping behind my knee to pull my leg over his shoulder.
Gabriel stares up my stomach as he leisurely licks me from entrance to clit with the flat of his tongue. He places a wet kiss against my pussy before repeating the motion. The tip of his tongue teasingly swirls around clit, and he sucks against my pussy. Sticking out his tongue, he grips my hips and rocks them against his face. Every light tug causing me to glide over his tongue, which is firmly pressed against my pussy.
My thighs flex painfully hard, I cry out his name, and he sucks my clit and brings me crashing over the edge. Slipping my leg from over his shoulder, he keeps his eyes locked on mine as he kisses up my stomach. Continuing up my neck and along my jaw, he places a kiss against the corner of my mouth.
“I’ll profess my devotion to you until you’re unable to walk if that’s what it will take for you to believe me.”
twenty six
GABRIEL
Things between the two of us have been a little awkward and tense all afternoon and this evening. I know it’s ridiculous. All of it. Sofia is nearly double my age, well-traveled, and the wealthy-as-fuck queen of a drug empire. Meanwhile, I’m an awkward-as-fuck college kid with about five-hundred-dollars to my name who has as only traveled as far as Mexico and New York.
We couldn’t be any more different.
Yet, we fit together so fucking well.
And she was right. I’ve only known her for a few weeks, and there is so much about her that I don’t know.
Things that I want to spend a lifetime learning.
Sofia is anything but her usual unapologetically demanding self. While we did fuck two times this morning—two and a half if I count eating her pussy in the shower—sex wasn’t even a thought for her as we slid into the bed evening.
She’s wearing one of my T-shirts, instead of sleeping in the nude like I know she prefers. But I’m not going to push it. Regardless how I made her feel this afternoon, she is laying in this bed with me. She is pressed tight to my side with her leg thrown of my thigh as she uses my chest as her pillow. Her fingers aimlessly trace along the ridges of my abs while I silently hold her in the dark.
“Are you sleeping, sugar?” Her voice is so faint it’s barely a whisper.
“No, I’m still awake.”
“I can’t submit to you.” Her voice is soft, yet firm as she continues to draw imaginary lines on my stomach, “No matter how much I love you.”
“Don’t think I’m going to glaze over the fact that you just admitted you love me,” I can’t stop the smile spreading across my face, “but who said anything about you submitting to me? Do I need to get on my knees before you again to prove it? I’ll happily bow before you daily. Hourly. Whenever you fucking tell me to. I want you as you are, cariño.”
"I do love you, sugar.” She tips her head up on my chest to kiss the underside of my jaw before snuggling back into me. Squeezing my arms tighter around her, I dip my head to place a kiss on her forehead.
“So?” I deepen my voice and try to maintain an authoritative tone. “Is this where I tell you to get onto your knees and prove you love me?” I barely finish the words before I begin to laugh. Sofia rolls on top of me, straddles my hips, and leans her weight onto her palms seated on my chest.
“That was fucking pathetic, sugar.” A foreign smile spreads across her face, and I hear it inflected in her tone before I see it on her face, “Try again.”
I take a deep breath and try to regain my composure. Even though I’m prepared with a commanding tone, I chuckle through nearly every word.
“Fucking hopeless.” She falls against my chest and presses her lips to the side of my neck.
“Only for you,” I wrap my arms around her body and hold her to my chest.
“Gabe.” My faint whisper of my name and a hand nudging my chest stirs me from my sleep. “Gabriel.”
“What cariño?”
“There’s someone here.” She barely finishes the words when I hear the distinct click of the bedroom door latch clearing the strike plate. Stretching across the bed, I blindly feel over the nightstand. Finding the gun Alejandro had given me earlier, I wrap my hand around the grip and point it toward the door. The door pushes open, and I immediately see the red dot of his sight sweep across the wall.
I can all but hear my father’s words in my ear from the many lessons he gave me in our back yard. “Steady your grip. Aim for the chest. Exhale. Don’t pull the trigger. Squeeze it gently.”
A large man clears the threshold, backlit by the city lights filtering through the living room window. Blowing out the breath I didn’t realize I was holding, I squeeze the trigger. The deafening sound of the gun firing fills the room as he falls to the floor. Two more men quickly push into the room, and it only takes me three more rounds to put the two of them on the floor.
Not pulling the gun away from the door, I toss back the covers and climb from the bed. Sophia has already climbed from the bed and is kneeling beside one of the dead men to pull the gun from his hand.
“They won’t stop coming, jefa,” a pained, yet familiar voice, gurgles from the floor.
“Mateo?” Sofia’s tone is a mixture of excitement and confusion.
Returning from a quick sweep of the apartment to ensure there aren’t any other men waiting at the other end of the hallway, I flip on the bedroom light.
Even seeing Mateo with own eyes, I can’t believe it’s him. He’s lying in a pool of blood beside the two dead men. Blood bubbles from his lips as he struggles to take a breath.
My bullet must have hit a lung.
“What the fuck did you say?” Sofia shoves the gun in her hand against his chest.
He lays silently at her feet.
Dying men don’t have a lot of motivation to talk.
She shoves the gun hard against the bullet wound in his upper flank, causing him to wince. When words don’t come from his mouth, she presses harder. Hard enough the barrel begins to dimple his skin as muzzle presses into the hole. She squeezes the trigger, and he cries out as the bullet widens the hole in his chest.
“They won’t stop coming,” he repeats his words as he chokes on his own blood. “Not until you’re dead. He knew a woman could never run his empire.”
“Papaito?” Sofia asks the rhetorical question as her demeanor drastically darkens.
twenty seven
SOFIA
“I would expect this of him,” I seethe at Mateo. “But I’m fucking disappointed in you.”
Without hesitation, I lift the gun and squeeze off a round to his temple.
“Vete al infierno,” I mutter the words as I make my way to my feet.
Most children would be surprised to find their own father put a hit on their life, but I’m not even the least bit shocked. He has always kept me at arm’s length from his business. A little of the finances. An occasional trip to a practically obsolete warehouse. Eliminating what I always figured where low-level nobodies. Never explaining the details of his operation or actually bringing me into his inner circle.
The tension between me and his men now clear. I was never supposed to be in charge. He’s probably spent the past few months in prison working to run his empire from the inside or put someone else in charge until he’s freed.
“Where’s your bag?” I look up at Gabriel.
“By the front door,” he replies.
Leaving bloody footprints across the cream carpet, I make my way to the bathroom to quickly clean my feet and pull up my hair. Tearing off Gabriel’s shirt as I leave the bathroom, I walk toward the closet.
“Are you going to get dressed? Or do you plan on leaving the apartment in just your boxers?”
Gabriel grabs a pair of sweatpants from the floor and pulls them on as I’m shimmying into skinny jeans and a tank top. Not having many clothes to choose from at my place, he lifts the shirt I just discarded from the floor and pulls it over his head.
Both of have our shoes on, and we are out the door within a matter of minutes. Reaching the lobby, it’s a still a disaster. Wood panels cover the blown-out glass from this morning. While I have a car in the garage, I’m not willing to risk Gabriel’s life to determine whether that one also has a bomb strapped to the bottom.
As I step onto the street, it’s quiet. Eerily quiet as though the city that never sleeps is currently taking a nap. A cab rounds the corner, and I raise my arm to hail it. My hand rests on the grip of the gun tucked into the back of my jeans as he approaches and pulls to the curb. Seeing the driver is a stocky, older man with a handlebar mustache—clearly not a man that works for my father—I release my grip and pull my shirt back over the gun.
“Teterboro.” I give our destination as I’m sliding into the back seat. “Private charters. Do you have a cell phone I can borrow for a moment?”
Gabriel’s phone was ruined earlier today in the bath. For fear that my father is able to track mine, I figured it was best to leave it behind.
“Ten dollars,” he immediately barters.
Probably should’ve led with the phone over the private airfield.
I drop a twenty through the partition, and he immediately passes me his phone. “No international.”
Keying in what I hope is his number, I am pleased when a groggy Alejandro answers the phone.
“Hello?”
“It’s Sofia. I need to borrow your plane.”
“And good morning to you too,” he huffs, “Jesus, Sofia. It’s three in the morning.”
“Can you get your pilot there in the hour?”
“Sorry. Go back to sleep, cerecita.” He momentarily diverts his attention to who I am assume is the beautiful redhead in his bed. “I can get my pilot there and ready to go in an hour. I thought you weren’t supposed to be leaving your apartment.”
“We had some unexpected company.” I try to keep my description vague in front of our eavesdropping cabby. “And I have a family emergency I need to get to.”
“You can’t go alone.” He actually sounds concerned.
“I’m not. Gabriel is going with me.”
“The kid?”
“He took care of our company this evening. He’s more than adequate.” I hang up the phone before he has a chance to argue.
“Adequate, huh?” Gabriel quips as I pass the driver back his cell phone. “You sure know how to pour on the compliments.”
“Pretty sure the words I used were ‘more than adequate.’” I raise a brow as my eyes dart to the significantly more than adequate bulge in his gray sweatpants.
It takes us just over an hour to reach the tarmac. The plane is outside the hangar, the stairs down and ready for us to board.
Gabriel allows me to take the stairs first, following immediately behind me. Stepping through the door, I come to such an abrupt stop that Gabriel bumps into me.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
twenty eight
GABRIEL
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Sofia’s question comes out as more of an exclamation, immediately pulling every bit of my attention to pulling the gun tucked into the waistband of my pants. I’m so distracted that I don’t even realize that she has come to a full stop. I crash into her back, forcing both of us into the cabin.
With the gun still snuggly pressed between the elastic band of my pants and my hip, I’m relieved to find the source of her shock is merely Alejandro and Andres.
Merely?
I chuckle to myself.
Is this my world now?
I’m on a plane with three of the world’s most prominent names in the international drug trade, and it’s just those guys?
“You’re one of us now, Sofia,” Alejandro stands from his seat. “I may not have known you nearly as long as Andres, but you are just as much my sister as he is my brother. If you go down, we all go down. We are all or nothing.”
She doesn’t speak a word, but only nods as she continues into the cabin. I follow behind her toward the back of the plane, but I am stopped by Alejandro’s firm hand gripping my shoulder.
