The Cartel King: A Captive Mafia Romance by Bella King

Author:Bella King [King, Bella]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: After Midnight
Published: 2020-10-23T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

Marybeth

I wake up with an open mouth so dry that I’m surprised it isn’t riddled with cracks like the surrounding earth. The sun is barely up, but when you’re sleeping outside, your body wakes up faster in the morning. I can feel the energy of a new day in my bones.

I can also feel the results of sleeping on the hard ground instead of in my bed at home. This wasn’t just a screwed up dream. This is my reality now.

I roll over, expecting to bump into Rey’s dense body, but he’s not there. For a moment, I feel like I’m falling out of bed. It was so warm in here with him. Where did he go?

I smack my lips, trying to get the saliva flowing in my mouth again as I sit up and look around for Rey. I have a habit of sleeping with my mouth open but doing it in the desert is just inviting trouble. My mouth is dusty, and I can feel the grit of sand between my teeth.

Rey is already awake, leaning against the car while he cleans his rifle. He doesn’t look up at me as I crawl out of the sleeping bag.

I find that my hands are completely free. He must’ve removed the tubing sometime this morning, I assume, because he can watch me while he’s awake. I wonder how long he’s been up.

Rey’s hands work on the rifle, nimble and skilled, as I’ve already experienced. I enjoy watching him, seeing the concentration on his face as he examines his weapon, going over it carefully to make sure it’s in perfect condition for the day ahead.

He finally looks over at me and flashes a crooked smile. It takes me a minute to realize that he’s smiling at my mostly naked body. I’m still only wearing a pair of panties.

I hurry over to the pile of clothes I left on the ground last night, shaking the dust out of them and quickly putting them back on.

As I’m pulling my shirt over my head, Rey appears in front of me, still holding his rifle close to his chest. “Did you sleep well?” he asks.

I shrug. “Well enough, considering the circumstances. What about you?”

“Oh, I slept great, but my cock was so stiff this morning that I had to leave you. You were really going to town with that ass.”

His words hit me harder than a cup of coffee laced with meth. “I wasn’t doing anything with my ass, thank you very much. I was sleeping,” I snap.

“You woke up twice just to scoot your butt into me. Don’t act like you don’t remember that. I was trying to keep my distance,” he claims.

My face gets hot as I try to remember if any of this actually happened. Come to think of it, I was trying to find warmth while I was sleeping. It was possible that I tried to get closer to him, but only because he feels like a radiator with all those muscles.

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