“Pour me a shot, princess.”
I let out a sharp laugh under my breath.
Oh, I’ll pour him a shot, alright.
Vas a ver, pendejo.
Grabbing a shot glass, I fill it to the brim, the golden liquid sloshing slightly as I carry it over to him. He leans back in his chair, arms sprawled wide, legs spread even wider, like he was inviting me to come closer. The corner of his mouth tilts up again when I stop in front of him, but I lift my chin higher.
I set the shot glass down beside him on the table, my heart thundering in my ears as I climbed onto his lap, straddling him with my knees bracketing his hips. The second I settle against him, I feel it—his cock already thick and hard beneath me. His hands move instinctively, gripping my hips tightly enough to bruise.
“Open your mouth,” I order.
He looks at me for half a second, confusion etched on his features, but then, the cocky bastard parts his lips anyway. I throw back the shot, the whiskey burning down my throat, and before he could blink, I grab his throat with both hands, leaning in close, and spit the whiskey into his mouth.
“Swallow,” I command.
His eyes flashed molten hot as he obeyed, the muscles in his throat working as he gulped it down without breaking eye contact.
He grips my thighs and stands, tossing me over his shoulder. I shriek, pounding my fists against his back, but all it does is make him chuckle darkly, the vibration of it rolling through his chest.
He carries me back to the bar, his grip punishing and possessive. He bends me over the polished wood counter,my palms slapping flat against it, and before I could even catch my breath, his palm comes down hard on my ass. The sharpsmackechoes through the empty bar, knocking the air right out of me.
“Didn’t I tell you,” he growls, his mouth brushing the shell of my ear, “that I was gonna fuck that bad attitude right out of you?”
I glance back over my shoulder, a sly smile curling my lips. “You keep talking about it,” I taunt, “fucking do it already.”
He rips at my jeans without hesitation, tearing them down my legs with rough, determined hands. The cool air kisses my thighs, but I barely register it; I’m too focused on the pure, hungry look burning in his blue eyes.
My red lace panties are the only thing left, thin and pointless. With one swift tug, he rips them clean off, the lace snapping apart like it’s nothing.
I nearly moan at the sheer violence of it.
At this rate, I’m going to fucking run out of underwear.
His calloused hands clamp onto my hips, holding me in place, keeping me bent over the bar. His voice is a rough growl against my ear. “Now,” he rasps, “you’re gonna sit there like a good fucking girl and take it.”
The sharp sting of his hand spanking my ass sends a jolt straight through my core. He grips the base of his cock, dragging the swollen head against my dripping entrance, teasing me mercilessly. He thrusts into me hard, stretching me open with a single, brutal stroke. I gasp, my nails claw at the smooth bar counter.
Carter moans, his chest brushing against my back as he presses deeper inside me.
“I’ll fucking kill anyone who evenlooksat you, Catalina,”he growls, his breath hot and ragged in my ear. “You fucking hear me?”
I grin, even as my body quivers under the force of him. “Am I allowed to speak, or…?”
A dark sound rumbles from his chest as he slaps his hand over my mouth, his palm rough against my skin, pinning me even more firmly against the bar.
“No, baby,” he grits out, “you’re just gonna take my cock like the good little thing you are.”
He starts to move, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back into me so hard the bar creaks beneath us. I whimper against his hand, the pressure inside me building, coiling tighter with every devastating thrust.
Sweat beads on my forehead, and my vision blurs as I clutch the bar. His hips snap against my ass, claiming every inch of me. I can hear him panting, feeling the strain of his muscles caging me in.
“You feel that, darlin’?” he rasps, his mouth hot against the side of my neck. “Feel how fucking deep I am inside this sweet little pussy?”
I moan against his hand, my body starting to tremble uncontrollably.
“I feel you squeezing me, baby,” he grunts, “you gonna come for me? Gonna soak my cock?”
