Chapter 9 Sorry Not Sorry

• Angelina
• What the fuck was wrong with her?
• But El Patrón looked so delicious without his shirt on, muscles hard, glistening, and flexing, she had to do something to end the incessant torture. Watching his movements had been more painful than his occasional jabs and kicks. Arousal crawled on every part of her sensitized skin, he was driving her crazy. The only solution her addled brain offered was to kiss him. Which she did. Which they both enjoyed. Too much. If only they weren't interrupted. The frustration she felt when he stopped- she felt like screaming.