Wrecking the Homewrecker (BOOK 2) EDITING

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Adora

I smiled as Santiago and I walked into the bar, his arm wound around my neck tightly.

"It feels nice to legally drink with you, have I mentioned that?"

I giggled and looked up at him, pressing a kiss to his jaw.

We were earning stares, but they didn't bother Santiago or me. We were just stuck in the moment with eachother.

"You know how to play pool?" He asked, grabbing a pool stick.

I smiled and leaned against the pool table, folding my arms over my chest. I watched him smile and lean down.

"Wow," I said, raising my eyebrows, "good one."

He smiled and leaned up, holding the stick out to me. "Want to try? I'll teach you."

I grinned and grabbed it from his hand, smiling as I slid in between him and the table.

"I'd love for you to know," I began, leaning down, my backside pressed against his groin, "I'm the queen of pool."

His hands settled on my hips and I shot, leaning back up as I bit my lip with a smile.

"Wow," he whispered in my ear, "good one."

I smiled back at him but my eyebrows furrowed together when I saw a guy staring at me, an eyebrow cocked up with a smirk on his face.

He looked arrogant, and for no reason.

I smiled back up at Santiago and pursed my lips together, making Santiago's eyes dart over to where mine went.

"It's not a big deal," I whispered, shaking my head. I watched his jaw muscle flex and he looked back down at me, smiling.

"I'm going to go get another stick, alright?"

He shot the guy another glare and let go of me, making me watch as he walked over to the rack.

I uncomfortably stood against the pool table, my eyes on Santiago the whole time.

"Hey, baby."

I closed my eyes and sighed, before looking over at the man beside me.

"I'm not your baby," I said, folding my arms over my chest.

"Well you could be," he muttered, his hand lightly grazing my hip, "if you say the magic word."

"Pass," I muttered, scooting away from him, "I'm taken."

"Oh," he muttered, "you don't get off that easy. I know you don't belong to anyone."

He smiled and stood in front of me, his hands on my hips.

"Get off of me," I said, through gritted teeth.

"Yes, she actually does."

I pushed the guy off of me when I saw Santiago walking over to the table, and he placed his stick on the pool table.

"So she belongs to the King," he said, nodding with a smile, "with an ass like that, you better be treating her like a queen."

Santiago just smiled. "I'm sure you'd love to know what goes on after hours between us."

The guy flexed his jaw muscle and took another step towards Santiago.

"I'm not scared of you like every other person is in Seattle," he said, "bitch."

I watched Santiago's lips pull into a smile.

"How about I pick my own poison," the guy said, "how about I leave here with that bitch of yours and we're even."

Santiago's eyebrows went into a deep furrow before his hands rolled into fists. "What did you call her?"

"Did I fucking stutter?" The guy asked, his eyebrows in the same furrow.

I knew that very line had set Santiago off.

"Santiago, it's not that big of a deal," I said, grabbing his shoulder lightly.

"No, I want you to repeat yourself," Santiago said, "what did you call her?"

"I called her a bitch, p-"

I watched Santiago's fist fly at the guy's face, making my jaw drop. The guy fell against the pool table and furrowed his brows.

"You're messing with the wrong guy," he said, standing up. He threw a fist at Santiago's eye and I tried to pull Santiago away, but he pushed me back.

"Get back, Adora," he said, throwing yet another punch at the guy.

"Can someone do something?" I asked, looking around at the room full of grown men, watching the fight unfold.

I looked down and saw Santiago throwing numerous punches to the guy's face who was now on the ground, and a guy stepped in and pulled Santiago off.

"Just get outta here, King," the guy said, "I'll finish him off."

Santiago grabbed my hand and we rushed out of the bar, making me look up at him as soon as we got outside. I grasped his face and saw a few scrapes and blood dripping from one of them.

"I'm fine," he said, opening the door for me, "come on, we're going home."

~*~

Adora

Santiago was so chill about what had happened earlier. We barely spoke on the way home, his hand on my thigh as it always was.

He stuck his key in the door and I pursed my lips together, walking in before him.

"Are you okay?" I asked, hanging my jacket on the rack beside the door.

He smiled down at me. "Baby, I left him with broken bones, I'm fine."

I just looked up at him. He looked absolutely delectable beaten up, as terrible as it sounded. There was blood dripping from his eyebrow, and a small nosebleed.

"Let's get you cleaned up," I said, biting down on my bottom lip as I finally looked away from him.

"What the fuck happened to you?"

I jumped and turned around.

"What the fuck are you doing here, Toni?" Santiago asked.

"I thought you were here," he said, furrowed brows, "you didn't answer my question."

"He got into a fight at the bar," I said, making Toni's eyes dart over to me.

"Hey, Adora," he greeted, a smile on my face.

The three of us walked into the kitchen, and I bent down to grab the first aid kid out from under the sink.

Santiago just folded his arms over his chest, leaning against the counter.

There was a silence between the three of us, so I walked over to Santiago. "Look down for me."

I wiped the blood away from his nose and his eyebrow, making Toni smile.

"So I'm assuming this fight broke out because of you?"

I slightly looked over at him, my lips parted.

"Thanks for making me feel terrible," I muttered.

"Don't feel terrible, babe," Santiago said, "but yes. I think the guy was drunk, or either he has no fucking manners."

"You left him banged up, yeah?"

I nodded. "Yeah, I can vouch for that."

"Hey," Toni said, shrugging, "God help anyone who ever even thought about messing with the King's queen."

I couldn't help my eyebrows from going into a furrow, and I laughed as I looked down to try and hide my blush from the two men in the same room as me.

"Why are you blushing?" Santiago asked, a smile on his face as he looked down at me.

"I'm not," I answered, quickly changing the subject, "your eye is already bruising."

I grabbed a bottle of frozen water from the freezer, chunking it at him.

"I'm going to go change," I said, smiling as I exited the kitchen, a goofy smile on my face as I rushed upstairs.

I could get used to being the King's queen.

~*~

Adora

I rested my chin in my palm as I admired Santiago from across the counter.

He looked so delectable. His eye was slightly bruised, his cuts highly noticeable now.

"Why do you keep looking at me like that?" He asked, smiling as he pulled me out of my thoughts.

I felt his arms wrap around my waist, his hands resting at the bottom of my back.

"Like what?" I asked, furrowed brows.

"Like you want to eat me," he whispered, diving his face down to my neck. I giggled and grasped the back of his neck, smiling.

"You just look really good beaten up," I said.

He furrowed his brows together down at me, chuckling.

"You do!" I exclaimed, "I mean, why did you even go into such a tizzy anyways?"

He sighed, puckering his lips out. "You heard Toni. God help anyone who ever even thinks about messing with the King's queen."

My cheeks turned red as beets, making me smile.

He smiled down at me and I rested my chin on his chest, looking up at him.

"You're such a beautiful man," I whispered.

"I believe you told me that five years ago, so let me respond with something a little more rational this time," he said, looking up at the ceiling and back down at me with a smile, "you are such a beautiful woman."

I smiled and bit down on my bottom lip. I pulled myself away from him and pressed my lips against his, wrapping an arm around his neck.

His hands bunched up the fabric of my satin nightdress. "Wanna go upstairs?"

I nodded erratically and he boosted me up into his arms. It had officially been a week since Santiago and I had sex last, and I couldn't go that long without him, I'd come to the conclusion.

He carried me upstairs and into his bedroom, ripping off his shirt first. I trailed my hands down his abdomen, biting down on my bottom lip. I noticed a bruise and I sighed, but he cut my sigh off with a kiss.

His lips moved down to my neck and I closed my eyes, my top teeth sinking into my bottom lip as I played in his hair.

"Remind me to never go a week without fucking you again," he whispered against my neck, his large hands lifting the material of my skimpy nightgown.

His fingertips trailed up my sides and to my brazier, making me sit up. His skilled fingers unclipped it in less than a second, his lips still moving against my neck.

I slipped out of my bra and nightgown, my underwear the only article of clothing covering me.

I slipped my hands down to his belt, unbuckling it and pulling it out of the loops of his jeans. I unbuttoned his jeans for him and slid them down, revealing his gray Calvin Klein boxers.

I grasped his manhood and he smiled against my neck. He pulled away from me and stood up, pushing his jeans off of his legs before grabbing a condom from the drawer beside him.

My eyes trailed up to his tattoos, a smile forming on my face.

I'm so lucky.

"You ready?" He asked, and I hadn't even noticed him already on top of me again.

I nodded and he slipped inside me, a moan escaping from my lips.

"You tightened up after a week," he said, "let loose on me, baby."

"Papi," I whispered, biting down on his earlobe.

He growled against my neck and I dug my fingernails into his muscular back, biting down on my bottom lip.

"Can you be any sexier," he groaned out, his stubble prickling against my neck.

And why that was such a turn on for me was beyond me.

I let out his favorite sound and he chuckled, looking down at me. "You know that makes me rock solid, always."

I giggled and brushed my fingers through his hair, pulling his lips down to mine. His hands rested on my hips and he ground his hips harder into my own, making more loud moans escape from my mouth.

"Quien es la chica de Papi?" He whispered.

"Oh!" I yelled, "yo soy."

He smirked down at me and continued to grind his hips into mine, the movements of his hips so smooth and skilled.

"God," I groaned out, "you look so good."

"Igualmente," he whispered, his hand grasping one of my breasts.

His mouth moved down to my chest and his tongue flicked against one of my nipples, making me let out an even louder moan than before.

"Fuck," he groaned out, "fuck, baby, you feel so good."

I arched my back as soon as my release hit me like a train. My lips parted as sounds escaped me, one after the other.

My release triggered his, as it always did, and I dug my fingers into his back as he shuddered against me with a release.

"You," he whispered, against my chest, "are a fucking revelation, Adora Franklin, you know that?"

I smiled and dug my fingers in his hair. "Igualmente."

~*~

Hey guys! So I decided to add in some hot as fuk sex since it's been a while since we've seen any.

how did u guys feel about Papi getting in a fight?!?!? I wanted to punch the other guy no lie guys

Also... how do we feel about Adora's new title as the King's queen bc I love it... so punny

Ahah. But anyways. I rlly hope u guys enjoyed this chapter!! I liked writing it 😌😌

leave me some comments on how ur vibing with Santy and Adora being cute as hell. do u stan it orrrrr ???

ahaha. Ok. I love u guys!!