I removed a switchblade from my purse and cut the cord that was binding his hands together. Instead of trying to escape, he fell back onto the bed and reached his arms out to me. I climbed on top of him and then moved up until my * was right over his face. He wasted no time going to work. I could feel his warm tongue on my thigh, and then across my clit, again and again. I wanted to cry because it felt so good. I rode his face like a jockey, and it wasn’t long before I came.
I slid down to his hips, guiding his already hardened dick out of his underwear and deep inside of me. Certainly this had to be a treat after what he’d endured. I placed my hands on his chest, bracing myself as I brought my hips up before dropping them down with a corkscrew of my waist. I worked myself up, riding that dick good as I came all over him.
“Oh, oh. Damn, girl,” Miguel gasped, ignoring the pain, courtesy of my father’s beating.
“That’s it. Just close your eyes and enjoy it, baby. Take this here *,” I coaxed. My ass cheeks clapped together, grasping his long shaft as I bottomed out on it. His breathing became shallow as he reached up to take both my breasts in his hands. I let a moan escape as another shudder ripped through my body. From his intensity, I could tell Miguel was close to blowing his load.
A beep from my cell phone brought me back to reality. Miguel had me so hot that for a second I’d almost forgotten where I was. I wasn’t about to stop riding him, but I knew I couldn’t ignore the text, either. I reached for my purse and pulled out my cell phone so smoothly that he didn’t even notice.
I’d gotten a text from Daddy: We found the truck and Alejandro’s men. You may need to go to California and take care of it. You need to meet me in Orange County ASAP.
I tossed the phone on the table and began slamming my hips even harder against Miguel, watching his face contort in ecstasy as I reached for my purse again. This time I pulled out a Glock 17, similar to the one he favored, but the latest model. Without breaking my stride, I suspended it scant centimeters above his face, placing my finger on the trigger.
“I love you,” I purred in his ear, smoothly bringing my motion to a halt.
“I love you too,” he said with that accent I absolutely adored. When he opened his eyes to find out why I had stopped, he gasped, simultaneously erupting inside of me against his will. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a man make a weirder face.
“Se?orita Paris, why are you pointing that gun at me if you claim to love me?”
“Because you’re a lying son of a bitch. You don’t love me. And you really shoulda told us what you did with our shipment before we found it, Miguel.”
His face, that beautiful face, froze in terror. “I did not know where it was to tell, Paris. I swear to you!”
“Well, your two men were found with it,” I said angrily. “What the fuck have you done? I was defending you, and now you’ve made me look like a fool, Miguel.”
“No!” he protested, but I kept going.
“I was falling for you, but you’re just like the rest—which makes what I have to do here that much easier.”
“And what is it you must do?” he asked tearfully.
“My job. You do know my job description, don’t you?”
He shook his head. “Receptionist? Secretary?”
“No, I’m the company troubleshooter. I shoot anyone who gives us trouble. And you and Alejandro have just made it to the top of my list,” I stated, sliding a bullet into the chamber.
“Paris, you have to believe me. I do love you, and I don’t know anything about the truck.”
“Sad thing is, I actually believed you until about a minute ago,” I replied, with a feeling of genuine sadness, right before I squeezed a single round into his already swollen eye. As the bullet slammed back into his brain, Miguel’s body spasmed, legs protesting with a violent twitch before falling limp.
I climbed off of him and grabbed a corner of the sheet to wipe away his essence as it oozed out of me. Unlike most hits, I felt a twinge of regret. I realized that maybe I had actually been falling in love with Miguel. But it didn’t matter now. When duty called, my family would always come first. I wasn’t just Daddy’s baby girl; I was his avenging angel. Miguel and his lies would disrespect our family no more. I only hoped my father would let me go to California and finish off that scumbag Alejandro.