Both women looked at him suspiciously. Was he flipping the script on them? Spinning things? Cartel men were great at mindfucks, and both women knew it.
“You know him?!” Page’s voice rose enough to cause patrons to look in their direction.
“Know him? I grew up with him. He and Antonio Wayne and Ricardo Ramirez were childhood friends of mine.”
“Great. You could have told us that before we met you.” Page looked at Judy, “It seems like we’ve gotten in deeper than I realized. The notorious ‘cartel mindfuck.’ Not cool. What is this? What do you really want?”
“Go big, or go home,” Judy shrugged. “What?” Judy squeaked out when her friend looked at her in disbelief. “I’m just saying…you wanted a story. He’s got one to tell. An interesting one at that,” she said the last part under her breath. No need in feeding the man’s ego.
When Tad laughed, Page didn’t think there was anything funny about her present situation. Mano didn’t look happy about the meeting. Clearly, Mano wasn’t ghosting her, he was biding his time. He would be a man who was hard to read and even harder to gauge when it came to relationships. Page had her work cut out for her.
Chapter Fourteen
Antonio Wayne’s black eyes pierced into his wife. He stroked a lock of her long red hair; something about the feel of it settled him. His hips pinned her against the wall, and he could feel his cock hardening at the feel of his body pressed in close to hers. Roxanne had been gifted to him by his brother Ricardo. When he’d first saw her, he was shocked—not much shocked Antonio Wayne Ramirez.
He didn’t have any intention of getting married, but his older brother wasn’t the kind of man you said no to—it was disrespectful. It hadn’t taken long for him to become intrigued with the woman who didn’t bow to his every whim. He’d owned a strip club, and he was accustomed to beautiful women, but none of them had the fighting spirit Roxanne did. She was as much of a fighter out of the cage as she was in. She had been a cage fighter with her friend Juanita, and when they stole one-hundred thousand dollars from Ricardo, their fate had been sealed. Marriage to the Colombian cartel brothers would be their recompense.
He could see her heart race, and it intrigued him; the strumming in her neck that revealed she was in fear of the man she was married to. He pressed his thumb against her jugular and smiled a wicked expression that sent a chill through her. Her anxiety turned him on, her tears excited him, and her reluctance only served his need to dominate the love of his life.
“You still fear me.” The words dripped from his tongue like honey, but with a sting to them.
“You’re a killer, a sadist, a man I never know what to expect from. Yes…I fear you,” she admitted with no shame. Anybody with a brain feared the man—he was ruthless. It was the reason Ricardo used him to torture people. Antonio Wayne’s entertainment was coming up with new ways to make people suffer—nothing like your guy walking in the room excited about figuring out a new way to use a drill. He was part psychopath—part sociopath—and full-blown sadist.
Roxanne pressed her knee gently against his groin and stroked. Teasing him, provoking, and bringing out his animalistic nature was something she enjoyed doing. Feeling his cock thrusting deeply into her never got old. He had a way of mixing pleasure and pain that was delicious. In their world no one else existed.
“You tease me, Roxanne.” He thrust his hand into her hair and jerked her head back, pressing his lips against the heartbeat thrumming in her neck. He bit down just enough to send a jolt of pain through her. When she chuckled. It pissed him off, and he carried her over to the dining room table. He lifted her with ease and set her down. He tossed her multi-colored skirt up and twisted her G-String until it ripped in his hand.
“Hey, …those were a favorite pair of my panties.”
“I’ll buy more,” he growled.
He slid a long digit over her slit and was pleased when he felt the moisture on his finger. He bent down and pressed her legs apart with his free hand. He pressed his full lips against her clit and flicked his tongue over the hub of nerves. Her moaning excited him. He pushed his finger in and out of her relishing in her sweet, tangy taste.
“You need to be wet for all this cock I’m going to give you. Can you take it all? You’re brave enough to laugh. Are you brave enough to get fucked within an inch of your life? You play with a man who wields whips. Do you know what a man’s back looks like when it’s been shredded by a whip with bone chips at the end of it? I see the shudders of fear that run through your body. You’re scared to look at me sometimes. I can read you like a book.”
“Please don’t stop, Tony. I’ll do anything you want.” The fear had given way to desire and need.
“Fuck that shit, I’m just getting started.” He looked up at her through long dark lashes. Baby girl likes getting her pussy licked,” he taunted. “Your whole body is shaking.” He spread her open, savoring her. She smelled like his woman, and she tasted like his favorite candy. She was his to taste and touch and do anything he wanted to. His little doll he would never break or damage—unless…
“Please, baby,” she moaned.
He dragged his tongue over her excruciatingly slow. His cock was so hard it hurt, like a steel rod that yearned to be set free. His fingers clenched her hips, forcing her to take the full onslaught of orgasm after orgasm.
Antonio Wayne wrenched his belt open and dropped his pants to his knees. He forced her legs up, resting her ankles on his shoulders. Her body racked with a mixture of pain and pleasure as he thrust ten inches of cock deep inside her. There was always a moment of settling in when it came to Antonio Wayne. It wasn’t just about sex; it was an emotional and mental coming to grips with each other—a settling in of the complete aspect of where each was in that moment.
“I like watching my cock go in and out of you. I can see your wetness sliding over me and leaving your mark on me. I bet you want to touch yourself. Your eyes are begging me to let you touch my property. I like the way you hold your face to the side and your hair fans out.” He took a thumb and pressed down just enough for the hub of nerves connected with his cock. “My property! I touch it. You ask my permission to touch. I want to touch it now. It’s my turn, or I take my toy and go home. You like my toy. There it is—all that slick wet shuddering. See…I do better than you can. Your mouth’s open, baby. Your eyes are rolling back in your head. Nobody can give you what I give you. You can’t even give yourself what I give you. I love to watch you when one orgasm runs into another. Can you count the times? Does it just keep coming until you give up counting? Every time you come, it grips me and sends shudders up and down me until you just take my seed. You’re so greedy.” His body felt like it exploded into the woman—the only woman—he’d ever been able to love because he was so broken. They were joined as one physically, mentally, and emotionally. It was the crazy kind of love that consumed you. They were two broken pieces, but together the puzzle between them somehow fit.
He raised his head from her chest and looked her in the eye. “We have some business to discuss, but first, let me clean you up.” He reached over on the counter and grabbed some baby wipes and cleaned them both off. He pulled his pants up and tossed the wipes in the garbage can. He took some bleached cloths and wiped the table down and then picked his wife up and set her in a chair.