Punished (Calavera Hotels #1)

Chapter Thirty-Two Adrian

Thalia is on edge when Patricio and I find her on the south end of the estate. She is ordering men to go through all the trucks to see if anything was taken or left behind. This is our first attempt at running guns for the Russians over the border, and we are certain it was Los Bandoleros who had ambushed us. There were motorcycle tire tracks at the site of the attack, and yet there were no guns taken. Patricio is convinced it was a scare tactic, but Thalia is shaken up nonetheless.

Mireya fell asleep as soon as we got in the car. Don Chente gave her some homemade moonshine, and they started talking about all the hotel chisme. I just watched them from afar while drinking a beer. I wasn’t sure what had happened tonight, announcing her as my girlfriend. Maybe it was the possessiveness that consumed me while watching her work. I hated to see her touching a bunch of men. I knew most of them were horny sons of bitches. The way they looked at her. I wanted to slice their heads off. Part of me is set on making this woman switch professions when I marry her. But it’s the marrying her part that’s fucked with my head. I am envisioning forever with her, but I haven’t even had time to figure out when these feelings surfaced or how to tell her about them.

I carry Mireya up from the car when we get to the hotel and put her in bed. We are all worn out from the night. I have a feeling Patricio is ready to declare war on Los Bandoleros, but we have to meet with the Russians first. I’m sorting through why they would leave behind the guns, while enjoying my 4AM snack, when I hear the sliding door open. I grab my gun and inch to the back, but stop when I see Mireya walking to the patio. Naked.

“Mireya,” I say bluntly, as I walk toward her, but I can tell by her movement she is caught in her sleepwalking trance. I move to the front of her to block her way to the pool, her nipples hardened by the cool night’s breeze. I slightly touch her, still afraid she’ll punch me if I wake her up, but as soon as I touch her arm, she reaches out and grabs my dick. I stop and suck in a breath. Her grip is tight around me, and I can feel as my erection grows in her palm.

“Fuck me, Adrian,” she whispers.

We’ve already talked about this, and at first, I thought the idea was creepy as hell, but I did some Google research on sexsomnia, and it’s more common than I thought. Most people who have sexsomnia have to go to therapy with their partners because they were violating them in their sleep. I look down at her hand, where she’s violating me right now, and I am too eager to let her; therapy the furthest thing from my mind. If her sex demons want to come out to play, then I’ll let mine come out to join them.

She still has my dick in her left hand when her right one reaches to rub her nipples.

I gently remove my dick from her grip and move her to the nearest patio chair. She’s compliant as she sits down on the reclining patio chair behind her. I run my hand over her face and trace the outline of her lips, my eyes fixated on the way the moonlight shines on her. Una diosa. I drop to my knees in front of her as my hands roam over her breasts and in between her thighs, memorizing every part of her.

“Adrian,” she moans.

“No, mija, it’s the Sandman, and I’m here to bring you a dream,” I whisper into her ear.

I gently move her back on the chair and open her legs wide before I glide myself between them. She locks her ankles around my back, and her back arches as I push in deeper. She moans the moment she feels the fullness of me inside her. In her semi-conscious state, she continues to repeat my name over and over again. I know she needs pain to fully release, so I suck in one of her nipples and bite down on it.

Her body jolts, and her eyes open wide. She takes in the view, her eyes flaring as she digs her nails into my back.

“Your sex demons wanted to play.”

Her cheeks flush as she tries to regain consciousness. She knew we’d get into this position at some point. Judging by how wet she is, I know she’s excited to be fulfilling her wildest fantasy. I readjust the chair so it’s only slightly reclined. I don’t give her time to fully adjust to her waking state before I flip her around, setting her on her knees.

“Grab the top of the chair.”

She does as I say, pushing her ass toward me. I spread her ass cheeks and massage them gently before I slam into her tight pussy. I spank her hard, and she lets out a cry. I pick up my pace and spank her harder. Her ass is red as it bounces with each thrust. Her breathing accelerates as she rocks back and forth to meet my thrusts from behind. My thumb finds her clit, and I stroke around the swollen nub. She’s panting, her hands clutching the top of the chair, but she moves into me. I rub my hand over her ass, and then I slap it one last time, as hard as I can.

She yelps and her pussy clenches on to me.

“Yes. Harder,” she moans.

I pinch her clit. The chair squeaks with the pressure of our bodies slapping against each other. Her pussy is soaking and making its own sounds as I thrust into her. Her knuckles whiten around her grip at the top of the chair. I am not too sure the chair is going to hold much longer, but then again, neither am I. I pinch down on her clit again, and she lets out a loud scream. She squirts all over my dick, and I cum inside her, filling her up. I stay inside her as I savor every last bit of her orgasm. Then, all at once, the wooden patio chair breaks beneath us.

I grab her before she falls with it to the floor. We roll to the ground, breathless, as we chase our orgasms. We turn to look at each other and then back at the pieces of broken wood around us.

“Enrique’s going to kill me.”

I look to Mireya to make sure she’s not hurt, but I’m met with her laughter as she looks back at me. I stand and help her up. Once she’s on her feet, I throw her over my shoulder and spank her ass. “Let’s see what other furniture we can break.”