First impressions of Ramon Cordova? He’s over the top, brash, sexist and a total jerk. An absolute asshole of the highest proportions. But keep reading and you learn that the youngest of the Cardova cartel is fiercely loyal, seriously sexy and very much enamoured with his Joy.
First impressions of Joy? She’s a spitfire in a tiny delicious body that any man would want to claim. But more than that she’s tough as nails, strong and compassionate. She’s fearless and not afraid to stand up and defend herself or her friends. It’s easy to see what Ramon sees in her and to understand the lengths that he would go to to protect her and a future they could have together.
One thing is for certain – Ann Mayburn definitely knows her way around alpha males and mafias, whether they are cartels, bratvas or MCs. She pegged Ramon brilliantly. I wanted to hate Ramon and I tried. I really did. It was the same with Leo in the first book of the series. But the more I read of Ramon, the more I fell for him and began to understand how the one act of a trusted family member’s betrayal – a woman’s betrayal – changed the dynamics of the Cordova family. Ramon is as sexy as he is sly, as loving as he is harsh and hateful. But he’s met his match in Joy. She can take as well as she can give but she knows she’s safest with Ramon. She may not like his bossy outdated ways but he makes her life make sense. They instant chemistry, even from their first disastrous meeting.
This story was wonderfully paced, full of action and suspense with twists and turns at every corner. The Cordovas grabbed me from the first page. There were jaw dropping moments as well as heartbreaking ones. I especially liked that Obession and Sweetest Obession seemed to overlap and there was more of Hannah and Leo’s story. Ramon and Joy are so sexy and so steamy. Wowzers! But have no doubt, the show stealer was definitely the very scary but even more wonderful Mrs. Cordova. Don’t cross this woman…. ever.
I’m excited for more stories from the Cordova cartel! Great job, Ann!
5 Cartel is Life Stars!
This is a STANDALONE insta-obsession erotic romance set in the Cordova Empire series (no cheating-HEA-no cliffhanger)
Ramon
In my family, there’s an old story going back generations about love at first sight. I used to think it was a fairytale, until I met my sweet Joy. The more I got to know her, the more I wanted her. But the world of the cartels is a dangerous place, so I watched her from afar, wishing things were different and I could claim her for my own. Despite my best efforts to keep her safe, evil found Joy. After she endured a savage beating at the hands of a rival cartel, I vowed to do everything in my power to make her mine and win her heart. I can only pray that when she finds out the truth about me, and the things I’ve done to bind her to me forever, that she’ll be able to love the monster I really am.
Joy
Without a doubt, Ramon Cordova is one of the biggest jerks I’ve ever met. He’s egotistical, bossy, and seems to know how to push all my buttons. Too bad he’s also sinfully handsome, utterly charming when he wants to be, and is the only man I feel safe with. After the attack, I’ve become afraid of the world outside of my home—afraid of crowds, afraid of loud noises, afraid of everything. When I’m in Ramon’s strong arms, those fears melt away. I know there’s a darkness inside of him that he tries to hide, and I’m afraid that when I finally find out the secrets he’s been keeping, he’ll destroy what’s left of my battered heart.
I wrapped my arms around him, resting my head on his chest, the steady thrum of his heart giving me something to focus on other than my growing panic, a distraction I desperately needed. “I’m sorry. I’m not usually clingy like this.”
“I know.”
“What?”
“Hannah’s talked a lot about you. Especially how strong you are, how you basically rescued her from the abusive fucks she calls parents. You were a little girl, and still you recognized she needed help and you made sure she got it.”
Blushing, I fingered the soft material of his t-shirt. “Anyone would have done that.”
“No, sweetheart. I wish that was true, ‘cause the world could use more people like you, but it’s not. Reality is, most of us are selfish fucks and assholes.”
“Which one are you?”
He grinned. “Both. You know it’s true. Think about how I was when we first met. So wrapped up in my own bullshit, I was just lashing out at anyone that came near me. Don’t tell me you weren’t pissed at me over my shit attitude.”
Leaning back in his arms, I didn’t fight him when he took the lapel of my robe and dried my tears with a gentle touch that melted me. “You were such an asshole.”
“I was, and I’m sorry. Like I said before, I was going through some shit at the time and feeling angry at the world.”
A tiny ball of hurt that I’d still carried around somewhere buried deep inside of me dissolved and I reached up, cupping his cheek and enjoying his smooth, warm skin. He’d shaved for me, and his dark skin was like rough velvet beneath my fingertips. For a moment, I simply enjoyed touching him, and Ramón seemed to revel in the attention. His full lips parted and a look of peace came over his face that nearly broke my heart.
Clearing my throat, I said, “I forgive you. But if you ever pull shit like that with me again, I’ll kidney punch you. Normally, I’d say I’d knock you out, but you’re so big I’ll have to stick with your kidney.”
“I appreciate that,” he said with a wry smile, the pine green flecks in his eyes fascinating me as he leaned closer.
Shifting on his lap so I straddled him, I tried to keep from wincing when he grabbed my hip to help steady me. He was a big man and I was stretched wide over his pelvis. It made my sore muscles ache. I had a rather spectacular deep purple and green bruise going from my hip to my ribs from where I’d been kicked repeatedly, and the area was super tender. Ramón’s grin faded and he ran his fingers down my cheek until they rested lightly on my pulse. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, just a little uncomfortable there.”
To my shock, he yanked my robe up to reveal my naked, bruised side.
He sucked in a hiss of air and started to speak, but before he could, I smacked him across the face, hard, then yanked my robe closed. “How dare you!”
Instead of getting pissed, Ramón grinned as he rubbed his jaw, and I wondered if he was seeing a therapist regularly. “Sorry, got carried away.”
I tried to get out of his arms, but he merely tightened his grip. “Get your hands off me you—you super douche.”
Our struggles made the shoulder of the overly large robe slip down, almost revealing my entire breast.
Ramón froze and let out a low, feral groan. “Fuck, you’re so pretty. You have no idea how much I want to suck on those big, chocolate nipples of yours, Joy. Will you let me do that? Let me draw as much of your luscious tit into my mouth as I can? Let me bite you, suck you, tease you?”
My mouth hung open, words failing me as he easily held both my wrists with one hand, then gently—almost reverently—lowered the robe until my breast was fully revealed. We both looked down at my exposed flesh, my already tight nipple growing even stiffer beneath our combined gaze. Another one of those sexy as hell, animalistic growls escaped Ramón, and I quivered in response.
Slowly, ever so slowly, he lowered his mouth to my breast, then paused with his lips almost brushing the tip. “Give me permission, Joy.”
My pussy pulsed to the beat of my heart, and my inner thighs were wet with my desire. If he didn’t touch me soon, I was going to go up in flames. The moist, hot air from his mouth felt better than anything I’ve ever experienced, and I wanted more of this amazing sensation. “Please.”
His tongue burned me as it brushed over the aching tip of my breast, the thundering of my heart surely audible to him. My whole body was flushed with desire, and I felt so very alive as he drew my breast into his mouth, sucking much harder than most guys usually do at first. The almost painful pressure was bliss for me, enough stimulation to actually get me off. His rhythmic sucking had my hips rocking against his shorts-covered erection. Shivers of pleasure ran through me as my clit ground down on the fly of his shorts. The thickness of his cock had me so hungry for him that I was close to orgasm just from grinding on him.
Releasing my nipple with an audible pop, he groaned. “Are you wet for me? Gonna come for me?”
I could only nod as my eyes closed fully, my body preparing for my release.
Before I could get there, Ramón flipped me onto the bed on my back, once again treating me like his little sex doll to throw around. “First time I make you cum, it’s gonna be on my face.”
I couldn’t even take a moment to become self-conscious before he spread my robe open and shoved his broad shoulders between my thighs. It was during moments like this that I was reminded of how much bigger he was than me, how I must look like a curvy version of Tinkerbell in his presence. My legs had to stretch wide to accommodate him, and the muscles along his neck flexed as he snarled at me.
Seriously, he fucking snarled, and it was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
Grasping healthy handfuls of my generous ass with a firm grip, he lifted my pussy to his mouth and gave my slit a nice, long lick. Then another. Tingles raced up and down my spine, sending sparkles of pleasure through me. Gasping, I gave into temptation and plunged my hands into his long hair, loving the way it felt between my fingers as I fisted it.
Tugging slightly against my grip, he leaned up enough to meet my gaze over the generous curves of my body.
More tingles this time, bigger sparkles that threatened to turn into all out flames.
After giving the well-trimmed dark blonde hair on my mound a kiss, he said, “Love how big your clit is, how it’s sticking out and begging for me to give it a nice suck.”
I couldn’t respond, struck dumb by the sound of his deep, accented voice telling me such deliciously dirty things. His breath warmed my already hot flesh and the very tip of his tongue brushed lightly over my nub. Normally, oral sex wasn’t all that exciting for me. It was rare that I was able to get off from having my pussy eaten, something I’d always felt weird about. I mean, what woman said ‘meh’ to being kissed between her legs? My friends would talk about how many times their guys had made them come, and I’d just smile and pretend I knew exactly what they were talking about. I often found myself too worried about how I looked, smelled, and tasted to get into a guy slobbering around down there.
With Ramón’s gifted mouth between my legs, I got it.
As he suckled my clit, stars burst behind my eyes, and I let out a choked sound of pleasure.
He was amazing. A master at working me up quicker than anyone ever had before. But he wasn’t rushing me. Oh no, he was being exquisitely gentle, making me focus on every nuance of his touch, making me ache for him. He licked around the entrance of my body, penetrating it just enough with his tongue to tease me. Evidently, I loved being teased. It wasn’t something any other lover of mine had done before. At least not successfully. Teasing took time, it took paying attention to your partner, and it took skill. Ramón had all three in spades, and I think I might have told him I loved his tongue as he began to slowly fuck me with it.
Never had I been with a man who was so focused on me, and I found the attention utterly blissful.
His nose brushed my clit with each thrust. I began to make grunting noises that I would have found embarrassing in normal circumstances. With Ramón’s massive shoulders stretching me wide, his big hands massaging my ass as he fucked my body on his face, I couldn’t find a single fuck to give about how crazy I sounded.
My gasps and the wet sound of Ramón licking between the folds of my labia filled my world as my eyes closed and my head rolled on my neck like I was drunk. He took the swollen bud of my clitoris into his mouth before ever so gently flicking his tongue over the tip.
I cried out then sat up enough to bury my hands deeper in his hair, holding him to me as my body flushed with heat and the tension built inside of me. Thankfully, Ramón didn’t pull away, instead increasing his suction until my whole body tensed, harder, harder still, then everything inside of me shattered. Waves of euphoric bliss washed through me and I knew I was babbling something that sounded like thank you to Ramón’s spectacular lips, but I didn’t care what the hell I was saying. This orgasm was better than anything I’d ever experienced, his erotic teasing making the release exceptionally strong, and I rode his face hard as he held me tight.
Hypersensitive now, I tried to push his head away but he kept licking me, toying with me as I begged him to stop, that it was too much. Oversensitive pain mixed with pleasure confused my mind, and I gave up tugging at his head, instead falling back on the bed fully and grasping handfuls of the bunched up comforter. Ramón made a pleased sound and threw my shaking legs over his shoulders as he opened me further to his mouth. He was a man on a mission. As he began to fuck me with his tongue again, that wonderful heat coiled tighter in my pelvis, letting me know I might get my first chance at having multiple orgasms with a man. My body twisted in his hard grasp, driven higher by the sounds of him licking and sucking at my sopping wet pussy. I’m naturally a well-lubed girl, and men in the past had been put off by it, but Ramón seemed to love literally licking me clean.
He licked up every drop of pleasure my body had to offer with an enthusiasm that bordered on animalistic. Stretching my legs wider, I relaxed and sighed as his soft, fluttering tongue strummed my clit. It was so nice to have full confidence that he was enjoying himself, that he wasn’t just doing this to make me happy. The way he rubbed his pelvis against the bed, as if fucking it, sent tingles of pleasure down my spine.
“Show me your clit,” he whispered against my wet labia, “Pull those pretty butterfly lips of yours apart.”
While some women had a nice, neat pussy with everything tucked up inside, my inner lips extended past my outer labia, and I had some body issues in the past with the way my inner labia was longer than what seemed to be normal. Some of the guys in my school in Junior High, during sex ed, had made fun of the drawing of a vagina in our sex ed text book, talking to each other in hushed whispers about meaty flaps and other offensive shit like that. Intellectually, I know all women’s bodies are beautiful, but part of me will be forever scared by those guy’s careless words.
Except with Ramón. I wanted to show myself to him. To watch him enjoy my body.
Slipping my fingers between his mouth and my sex, I held both my outer and inner labia open, showing him how my pussy went from soft brown on the outside, to bright pink within. He smiled down at me, then began to lap at my exposed clit before grasping it between his teeth by the base, hard. I gasped, the pain strong enough that I let my pussy go and grabbed his hair instead.
“Ow!”
He began to gently nibble on my clit and I cried out his name as my hips bucked, feeling incredibly empty.
“Please, Ramón, more.”
“Beg me.”
“What?”
“You want more, you tell me what you want and beg me for it.” He returned to tormenting me, holding me still and forcing me to endure his sharp bites and blissfully gentle kisses. “Tell me what you need, Joy, and I’ll give it to you—always. But in my own time. You won’t rush my enjoyment of you. I know it’s hard for you to understand, but I need to do this for you. I need to know I’m makin’ you happy. Tell me what you want, and I’ll do it.”
“I need your fingers inside of me.”
“Ask nicely.”
“What?” I groaned out as he rimmed the entrance to my body with one thick finger.
“Ask me nicely.”
I wanted to strangle him, but I was so horny I wasn’t above pleading for release. The idea actually turned me on—asking him for pleasure knowing he’d give it to me. Plus, I think he liked it when I gave in to his sensual demands.
“Please, Ramón, will you put two of your fingers inside my pussy and fuck me with them?”
My request lit a fire in his eyes that made my pussy clench. Oh yeah, he liked it when I did what he wanted. I wanted him to be as crazy with lust as I was, to know I wasn’t alone in this bizarre, overwhelming attraction. He consumed me and the strength of my attraction to him was like nothing I’d ever experienced. Electric, amazing, and totally addictive.
Being shy in bed has never been one of my issues. I admit, it’s hard to make me orgasm on the first, second, or even third date. If I didn’t tell men right out the gate what I liked, we’d play a guessing game that usually ended with me sexually frustrated and them sweating like they’d just run a marathon. That also meant I appreciated it when a man was upfront with me with what he liked. I got off on making whoever I was with feel good. I loved my partner having an orgasm almost as much as I liked them myself. I wanted to blow their mind. To be the best they’d ever had.
Things didn’t always work out that way, but I needed Ramón to want me as much as I wanted him. This pull between us was far too strong to resist, and I shuddered as he kissed my inner thigh while whispering something appreciative against my skin. He was saying something about the kind of softness that made him hard. I think he was talking about my more than ample, dimpled thighs, but the man was totally enthralled by my body. That in itself wasn’t unusual. See, a lot of guys have a secret—or not so secret—desire for very curvy girls. If the way he was worshiping my body was any indication, Ramón was one of those men, for sure. He squeezed my thigh with his hard grip, and the heat, the lust coming off him overwhelmed me.
I waited until he looked up at me, his skin so dark against my golden tan, and my hips lifted to his mouth involuntarily as I took in the pure need in his gaze. We were on fire together, and I loved the fact that I could make him burn. I wanted more, wanted to see him lose control, but I had a feeling he never allowed that to happen. Knowing this only made me want to tease him more.
“Ramón…” I made sure to roll the r in his name, turning it into a purr. “I need two of your big fingers inside my pussy, please. I feel so empty, so tight. I need you to stretch me open while you lick my clit and make up to it for being so rough.”
His dark eyebrows rose, and I had about a second to read the pleased shock in his expression before it turned to fierce pleasure. “Anything for my woman.”
Once again, Ramón was perfect.
The slow, scissoring thrust of his fingers, the feeling of his thumb rubbing against my clit with unhurried strokes, tore a moan from me that was shockingly loud.
Ramón laughed, the jerk, but his voice was strained as he said, “You make being good so very, very difficult.”
“I…never understand you.”
My words came out in breathy pants, and I could feel the flush of heat moving from my chest and up my neck. The need to cum quickly became a physical ache, and I sobbed his name as he replaced his thumb with his lips on my distended clit. I had no shame as I rode his face and fingers, screaming when he began to rub my g-spot. I’ve had super wet orgasms because of g-spot play before, and I knew some guys were freaked out by it, so I tried to warn him.
“Wait, Ramón, I’m going—”
“To squirt in my mouth? I know.”
I could only moan in reply.
Dirty, he is so wonderfully dirty.
Shivers ran from the pit of my belly all the way to my scalp as I felt both frozen and burning alive. I was so sensitive, so aware and in the moment, wrapped up in his open adoration of my body. Remembering he was a sexist asshole was impossible when he began to curl his fingers inside my pussy while he flicked his tongue over my clit.
“You sure?”
His gaze lifted to mine and my breath caught in my throat at the pure dominance shining deep within his hazel eyes. This was the man that lay beneath the civilized surface he projected to the world. This was the animal that really ruled his spirit. It was a crazy thought, but didn’t seem any less true as I felt my body submit to him. The strength left my limbs, and I felt strangely relaxed, yet so incredibly turned on. He smiled at me with genuine happiness as I let my hands fall back to the soft, cool sheets.
“I’m a man of my word, Joy. When I say something, I mean it. This is all new to you, I get it, but you’ll learn that when I give you my word, I keep it. Now, I promise you, I’d fucking love to have you soak my face in your cum. Give it to me.”
“Okay.”
“No, say ‘Yes, Ramón.’”
That tingle like glitter in my blood raced through me again. “Yes, Ramón.”
“Fuck, sweetheart, you have no idea the terrible, nasty things I want to do to you.” He gave my pussy a soft kiss then whispered, “I’m thirsty, give me your sweet cum to drink down.”
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With over forty published books, Ann is Queen of the Castle to her husband and three sons in the mountains of West Virginia. In her past lives she’s been an Import Broker, a Communications Specialist, a US Navy Civilian Contractor, a Bartender/Waitress, and an actor at the Michigan Renaissance Festival. She also spent a summer touring with the Grateful Dead-though she will deny to her children that it ever happened.
From a young Ann has had a love affair with books would read everything she could get her hands on. As Ann grew older, and her hormones kicked in, she discovered bodice ripping Fabio-esque romance novels. They were great at first, but she soon grew tired of the endless stories with a big wonderful emotional buildup to really short and crappy sex. Never a big fan of purple prose, throbbing spears of fleshy pleasure and wet honey pots make her giggle, she sought out books that gave the sex scenes in the story just as muchd etail and plot as everything else-without using cringe worthy euphemisms. This led her to the wonderful world of Erotic Romance, and she’s never looked back.
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