Sold To The Boss: A Narcos Romance

Chapter 15

 "Tell me carina," Rafael moved in closer, the barrel of the gun tucked into the front of his slacks pressing up against her stomach, "did you want him to save you or fuck you?" Isabella blinked rapidly, her eyebrows marring in surprise.

"Neither? I don't know!" Isabella pushed against Rafael but he didn't move anymore than if she had pushed against the wall at her back. "I don't know what I want, Rafael. I've been taken from everything I've ever known, from my home, my family!" Her voice rose higher, drawing a few glances from inside the house but no one seemed concerned enough to bother. Either that or they were too high off of the world's best weed to notice.

"And then you! You tell me to trust you, that you have some sort of plan, but I don't know you anymore than I know that American man inside. And I'm really getting sick and tired of being kept in the dark, but I'm even more tired of being treated like I'm a goddamn child!" Isabella stamped her foot, her fists curled tightly at her sides as her breasts almost spilled out her silk champagne dress from her heavy, exasperated breathing.

"You really think," Rafael took a step back, rubbing one hand along his jaw as he appraised Isabella from head to toe, "that I think of you as a child?"

"That's the piece you took away from all of that!" Isabella tried to move away from the wall but Rafael extended his arm back out, effectively trapping her again but still keeping distance between them.

"You think that I look at you and don't see the same goddamn thing as every other man in that room, as every other man in any room that you set foot into? You think I don't want to rip that silk dress in half and use a shred of its fabric to gag your mouth as I fuck you so hard, you'll forget just how angry you are at me, at the world?" Rafael's words were low and hypnotic, a deception of calm underlied with vibrating, pent up energy. Isabella stopped breathing, her palms braced against the wall for futile support as she felt dampness between her thighs. Fear laced with lust pounded loudly through her veins.

"If you want him to save you, he'll want your body in return, Isabella. I don't pretend to be a better man than a DEA agent, but I'm telling you that they're half Narcos themselves. No one this close to the action isn't crooked." Rafael licked his lips and leaned down to talk directly in her ear, "I'm giving you the choice, carina. I won't stop you. You want him? You want a chance at the kind of freedom you think he can give you?" Rafael's lips grazed her jaw, Isabella's entire body shivering in response, "Then go. I won't follow you. I'll tell my men to stand down. Everyone in this fucking house will stand down if I tell them to." His final words came out like a growl. The only skin to skin connection point between their bodies were his lips against her jaw.

Isabella swallowed hard, her voice breaking as she spoke, "And my other option?" Rafael stilled at her response, his eyes clenching shut before opening again, dark and molten as lava. He removed his hand from the wall and skimmed it down the side of Isabella's body, his trail burning like fire under the silk of her dress. With his other hand, he skimmed up her right thigh, pulling up the fabric of her dress as he went. Without a word, his hand found the tender skin of her inner thighs, growling at how tightly she was clenching herself together.

"Open," Rafael practically purred, his hand forcing its way between her thighs as he cupped her damp center, leaning harder into her body as she let out a feminine moan. Rafael traced his finger along the lace edge of her panties, taunting her with his motions but not with his words. He was done talking. He'd given Isabella an out. A get-out-of-jail free card with an American DEA agent. Yes, the agent would want sex and intel in return, but he'd also be Isabella's best chance for near-term freedom. And yet she'd chosen Rafael. With her question, her flushed cheeks, the way she leaned further into his every touch. She'd chosen him.

Rafael trailed his forefinger along her wet seam, the skin to skin contact causing both of them to groan as Rafael captured her mouth in his, drowning in each other. Isabella felt her thighs shake, the rhythmic feeling of Rafael's strong finger and the intimacy of his touch driving her out of her mind. The party, the secretive mission, the DEA agent...it all felt so, so far away, and farther away with each stroke. When he slid a finger fully inside of her, she dropped her head to his shoulder, her lips feeling nipped and swollen from Rafael's ruthless kisses. He wrapped a strong arm around her waist, sliding another finger inside of her and keeping her body upright as both his gun and his cock dug into her stomach, both equally large and intimidating.

"Rafael, fuuuuck," Isabella moaned into his shoulder, rolling her hips on his fingers, a wanton side of herself that she'd never seen before coming out in full display. The fact that the house was nearly all glass and that the only thing keeping a room full of high and dangerous strangers from seeing exactly what Rafael was doing to her was the way he had his body angled, almost like he was shielding her from view. Still, it was hardly discreet and far from anything Isabella had ever done before in public.

"Give it up for me, carina. Prove that you're choosing me," Rafael growled into her neck as he held her against the wall with one hand digging into her hip, the other working her inside and out, stroking her folds and lightly stretching her tight opening, his dick surging when he felt her body clamp down so hard on his fingers, her whole body trembling shortly after.

"Ohmygod," Isabella's shoulders moved with her ragged breaths as she lifted her head from his shoulder and leaned it back against the wall, her chin tilted up at him. "How did you do that?" Her cheeks were rosy with pleasure, her dress disheveled as Rafael gently removed his hand and fixed her panties before lowering the silk of her dress back down to the ground.

"We need to leave, now." Rafael's eyes reluctantly left Isabella's face, scanning the surrounding area like he was assessing an impending threat.

"Something wrong?"

"Yes," Rafael fixed her with a stare, his caramel skin and black hair giving every inch of tall, dark, and handsome. And dangerous, Isabella thought to herself, very, very dangerous.

Rafael lifted his fingers to his lips, the ones that had just been inside of her. He opened his mouth and sucked hard, never breaking eye contact with Isabella as he slid them out of his mouth and touched them to her bottom lip.

"Open, Isabella. I need all of you to open for me," Isabella felt a new rush of lust and anticipation, her body still brimming from her orgasm, but already greedy for more. Slowly, she opened her full lips, allowing Rafael to force his fingers inside and she sucked hard, hard enough to earn a wicked gleam in his eye as he stared at her mouth working.

"Let's go. I can't wait another hour to be inside of you, it'll kill me." Isabella let out a small yelp as he ripped his fingers from her mouth and grabbed her wrist, hauling her around the side of the house from the backyard before barking out some command in Spanish into what appeared to be a small speaker in his silver cufflink.

And as Isabella struggled to keep up with the handsome devil of a man who had just given her an earth-shattering orgasm with nothing but his fingers and his words, she realized the gravity of the choice she had just made. Giving up on a DEA agent, an unlikely encounter with an American who had connections, the means to get her home and to get her safe. As Rafael whisked her into the backseat of a blacked out SUV, his arm never leaving hers, the last thought she had before his lips crashed down was whether home and safe even held the same meaning anymore.