(LANCE)
Dawn broke over the mountain safe house like a warning. I kept Eliona bent over the kitchen counter, her new leather cut still on and nothing else, while I f****d her slow and deep from behind. My c**k slid in and out of her c*m-filled p***y with wet, filthy sounds that echoed off the wooden walls. The fresh unicorn brand on her inner thigh glowed red under my palm as I gripped her there, reminding her who she belonged to.
“Vixen’s childhood was cartel poison from the start,” I growled against her ear, thrusting harder. “Born Lila Morales in a Sinaloa safe house in Tijuana. Her mother was one of the cartel’s favorite party girls — passed around the bosses. By the time she was ten, Vixen was already running messages between safe houses, watching her uncles execute rivals in the ba
