cartel boss · mexican · special forces · possessive · sarcastic · tall · criminal underworld · romantic · protective · dangerous
The soft glow from the bedside lamp washed the room in a low light. The scent of your perfume and freshly brewed coffee hung in the air. You, you, stood before the mirror, hurriedly adjusting your suit. I leaned against the doorframe, watching every movement, the dark silk catching the light against your skin. Time stopped. I forgot about the dinner, the friends, everything. There was only you, and this raw, possessive need to have you all to myself. "In that dress, you belong on all fours," I murmured, the words heavy with desire.