Miami Connections: Secrets & Lies: Part One: Miami Connections, #1

By C. M. Kent

Billionaire CEO Enrique Cruz has it all. Living in a custom-built penthouse in one of the most luxurious locations in Miami, dream cars, boats, designer clothes, and perfect good looks, from the outside, it appears that he has everything. But this impressive lifestyle is merely a facade, and behind it all, Enrique is battling with the demons of his past, including the death of his mother and the loss of the only woman he ever really loved, Kristie Carrington. And when Enrique's philanthropist father is kidnapped, suddenly this law-abiding citizen has his world thrown further into turmoil and sets him on a path that will finally expose the truth about decades of secrets and lies. 

As Enrique delves deep into a murky underworld that threatens to destroy his perfect existence, he embarks on a mission that will test his courage to the limits and make him question everything he knows. He slowly realizes that the lies he has told to keep Kristie safe are what could cost him the most.

Can he find a way to tell her the truth about his family's past, while still rescuing his father from the clutches of his abductors that will do anything to protect themselves?

Readers discretion is advised.
This book contains strong language, violence, and scenes of a sexual nature from the very beginning.

This is part of a series.

The Miami Connections Novel Series
1. Miami Connections: Secrets and Lies. Part One
2. Miami Connections: Secrets and Lies. Part Two
3. Miami Connections: The Domino Effect. Part One
4. Miami Connections: The Domino Effect. Part Two
5. Miami Connections: Redemption. Part One
6. Miami Connections: Redemption. Part Two
7. Miami Connections: Liberation. Part One
8. Miami Connections: Liberation. Part Two
9. Miami Connections: Peace, Love, & Retribution. Part One
10. Miami Connections: Peace, Love, & Retribution. Part Two

Also by C. M. Kent

The Love Novel Series
Float away with the dreamy romantic prequel to the Miami Connections series. 
1. Love & Destiny
2. Falling
3. Truly, Madly, Deeply
4. Heavenly
5. Love & Heartbreak
6. Bound 2 Love
7. Crazy in Love
8. Just Us
9. Love & Devastation
10. Torn Apart
 

• Language: English
• Publisher: C. M. Kent
• Release date: Mar 14, 2023
• ISBN: 9781790469055

Book preview

Miami

Connections:

Secrets and Lies

Part One

By

C. M. Kent

Also by C. M. Kent

Miami Connections Novel Series

Miami Connections: Secrets and Lies. Part One

Miami Connections: Secrets and Lies. Part Two

Miami Connections: The Domino Effect. Part One

Miami Connections: The Domino Effect. Part Two

Miami Connections: Redemption. Part One

Miami Connections: Redemption. Part Two

Miami Connections: Liberation. Part One

Miami Connections: Liberation. Part Two

Miami Connections: Peace, Love, & Retribution. Part One

Miami Connections: Peace, Love, & Retribution. Part Two

Love Novel Series

Love & Destiny

Falling

Truly, Madly, Deeply

Heavenly

Love & Heartbreak

Bound 2 Love

Crazy in Love

Just Us

Love & Devastation

Torn Apart

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C. M. Kent (Author)

Dedicated to

The Magic City

Chapter 1

Tilting his head back in pure ecstasy, Enrique opens his eyes for a second. Stars. Stars are all he can see in the dark sky above them. This is one of the advantages of living in the penthouse of the tallest building on Brickell Avenue. Kristie, the love of his life, is kneeling before him on their stylish private rooftop pool deck. With her glossy brunette hair wrapped around one hand, and the other holding her head in place, he watches himself disappear into her mouth; the ultimate turn-on. She is sensational.

They have just been out for the most amazing meal and had a little too much champagne. In the car on the way home, they were so lost in each other; they forgot that their driver could see and hear everything. In the elevator up to the penthouse, they nearly fucked against the wall but managed to control themselves until they were behind closed doors. This is very normal for Kristie and Enrique. They just can’t keep their hands off each other, and being the hottest couple in Miami, who can blame them?

Enrique loves watching Kristie go down on him, it drives him to the point of insanity, and he knows he isn’t going to last long. They’ve been flirting and teasing each other all night. This drives him crazy: crazy for her. As his grip on her hair tightens, his dark- tanned, sculpted body tenses. Fuck; he’s going to come. She tightens her grip with her mouth and takes him deeper as she looks up at him with her espresso-colored eyes filled with blazing desire. This is his undoing. He comes hard.

Suddenly, he pulls her to her feet and kisses her, kicking off his shoes and stepping out of his jeans at the same time. Holding her closely, he lifts her to him; her dress rides up enough for her to wrap her legs around his waist. Then he carries her over to the dining table and sits her on the edge.

Enrique holds her face in his hands and kisses her deeply; their tongues are teasing and tormenting each other. Slowly, he glides his hands down over her shoulders and reaches his right hand to the zipper of her black form-fitted dress and pulls it down. The dress flows effortlessly down over her delicious curves, revealing a black lace basque, which accentuates her beautifully full breasts. Gazing deeply into her eyes, he guides her to lay her down on the table, away from the candles, and lifts her slightly so he can pull the rest of her dress off.

Wow, he says, admiring her as she lays before him. You’re the most beautiful lady I have ever seen.

Thank you, my handsome man. Kristie smiles at him.

He smiles back, looking at her with blue eyes full of burning passion. Hovering over her, he kisses her lips hard before trailing them down her throat. Hmmm... you smell absolutely incredible. He breathes.

As his lips meet her full breasts, he moves down her body and kisses over the black lace of her basque until he reaches the junction of her thighs. Kneeling in between her legs, he kisses her clitoris through the black lace of her thong; she is drenched. Fuck! This is so fucking sexy, he thinks to himself. He loves how aroused she gets.

With her legs draped over the edge of the table, he reaches his hand up to her tiny thong and pulls it to one side. He can’t wait a second longer; he has to taste her.

With one hand holding her thong to the side, he teases her with his tongue, while reaching the other up to her left breast and squeezing it first gently, then a little more firmly. Then he brushes his thumb over her erect nipple as it pushes through the lace. Kristie cries out with pleasure. Her body begins to shimmer on the table before him; Christ, she has the most beautiful figure, he thinks to himself, watching her every move as her body ignites with ecstasy.

Enrique finds this so sensual and erotic. He loves going down on his girl as much as she loves going down on him. As her orgasm nears, Kristie wraps her legs around his neck, pulling him closer to her.

He slips his tongue inside of her and closes his eyes as he devours her; she tastes amazing, he can’t get enough of her. As Kristie’s body rises, she grips her hands on the edge of the table and moans loudly through her rapid breathing. Enrique loves it when she’s been drinking as she really lets loose—well, slightly more than usual. Kristie doesn’t need to drink to be a freak in the bedroom, that’s for sure; she’s everything beyond his wildest dreams and more.

As Enrique sucks and licks her clitoris, her upper body arches off the table in a way that he always finds so seductive and arousing. She looks so fucking sexy this way, with her head tipped back and her breasts rising and falling with every breath she takes. With her moans getting louder and louder, suddenly she screams his name as her orgasm rips through her, making her entire body shudder and shake.

As she catches her breath, he picks her up while holding her to him. With her arms around his neck, she wraps her legs around his waist. With his hands holding the back of her thighs, he carries her to one of the double loungers; kissing her with fervor as he walks. Kristie rubs herself against his rock-hard erection as it presses into her; she has to feel him inside of her.

As they reach the lounger, he lays her down and climbs on top of her, kissing her lips. Then he pulls one breast out of the cup of the basque and sucks, then bites her nipple hard, just the way she likes it. She lets out a loud moan, gripping his perfectly styled jet-black hair as she does, and then he does the same to the other.

Ahhhh! She cries.

Kristie likes it rough, as well as sensual and tender, and Enrique is more than happy to oblige either way. Quickly, he turns her over onto her front and pulls her up onto all fours by her hips. He leans forward, takes both of her hands, and pulls them behind her back. Holding her wrists with his right hand, he pulls her thong to one side with the other. Then he thrusts inside of her; slamming into her hard and fast.

FUCK! She screams through her breathlessness; this is what she’s needed all night. Fuck me! Please! Fuck me harder! She begs.

He gives her what she wants and needs. With his thumb holding her thong to the side, he rests his left hand on the left cheek of her behind, causing indentations as his fingers press against her skin. He releases her hands, and she rests on her elbows. Reaching his right hand up to her neck, then to her hair, he grabs a handful of her glorious tresses, and pulls her head back; he wants to be as far inside of her as possible, so he pulls her down onto him further.

As he fucks her hard, his eyes sweep over her sensual curves; fuck, she looks so incredible. Wrapped in black silk and lace, mink-colored silk stockings skim her long legs, and she’s still wearing her black Louboutin heels; fuck! Have I died and gone to heaven?

Fuck me harder, Enrique! She cries out, Give it to me. I love it when you do this to me!! Kristie is almost shouting her plea. She doesn’t give a damn that anyone could hear her.

Fuck! I love doing this... you... taking everything I give you... fuck... baby; you’re so damn beautiful and sexy! I can’t get enough of you! Enrique replies through gritted teeth as every muscle tenses beneath his dark-tanned skin; his body is rigid.

Then he...

Enrique Cruz wakes suddenly. What the fuck? What the fuck just happened? Where the fuck am I? Why am I not by the pool with Kristie? What the fuck is going on? Questions flood his mind. Then reality hits him. He’s alone in his bed. Alone, after yet another night out. This has become his modus operandi since the love of his life, Kristie Carrington, left him six weeks ago. His phone is buzzing like crazy on the edge of his nightstand and is about to fall off. To his surprise, he catches it just in time.

Raúl’s name is lit up across the screen, his father’s security guard at his mansion. What the fuck could he possibly want from me at 5:18 in the morning, Enrique asks to himself. He answers it just before the voicemail kicks in.

Yeah? Enrique grunts into his phone, rubbing his hand across his face in an attempt to focus and wake himself up after only two hours of sleep. Sorry, Raúl, is everything OK? Enrique attempts to check his attitude. There’s no need to speak to Raúl like that, even if he has just been woken after next to no sleep, but what comes next wakes him up quicker than a triple shot of cafécito.

Mr. Cruz. It’s your father. He’s been taken, Raúl says nervously.

What do you mean he’s been taken? Taken where? Enrique sits bolt upright. His blood runs cold and his head starts to spin.

Rushing out of his bed, Enrique puts his phone on speaker, grabs his clothes off the floor from the night before, and gets dressed; there’s no time for worrying about looking good right now. Once dressed, he presses a button on the iPad to inform the residential valet to bring his car around. He accompanies his request with a message asking for his blue Ferrari 488. Twenty-four-hour valet service is one of the many benefits of living in the Alta Vita Residences.

Raúl spends the next few minutes explaining that Enrique’s father was having his usual morning Cuban coffee on the dock of his Star Island home when a black and white powerboat had pulled up to the dock. Three men in black boiler suits and balaclavas had jumped out, grabbed him, threw him from the dock into the back of the boat, and sped off toward North Bay Village.

Fuck! Enrique exclaims. Raúl, I’m out the door—I’ll be there in five, He states confidently. Call the police! Have them meet me at the house.

OK, Sir! Oh... uhh.... Raúl pauses. They left a note... it says NO COPS.

What? No Cops? Fuck! Bile rises in his throat as he tries to process what he’s hearing. We’ll have to figure it out when I get there!

OK, Sir.

As Enrique ends the call, he’s glad that he didn’t overdo it last night and kept his drinking to a minimum, although it was a late one. It was a business dinner that went on a little later than he had expected. Right now, he doesn’t have time to wait for his driver, he needs to get to Star Island as quickly as possible, plus he prefers to drive himself. His chauffeur, Emilio, has the easiest job in town as Enrique hardly ever asks him to drive him anywhere unless he’s been drinking.

Of course, Enrique’s love of driving goes hand in hand with his love of cars, and he has the ever-changing collection to show for it. Not only does he have the blue Ferrari 488 Spider convertible, but he also has a white Rolls Royce Wraith Black Badge, a blue Audi R8 Spyder V10 Plus convertible, a white Bentley GT Continental convertible, a classic white Ferrari Testarossa, a blue Aston Martin Vanquish S, and a black Range Rover Sport SVR.

As he approaches the front door to his penthouse, he hits the call button for the elevator and it dings its arrival. Once inside, the doors close, and he travels down to the lobby. As he stands and waits, fear mixed with anger begins to wash over him. Why the fuck would anybody take my father? Where the hell is he? What’s happened to him? Is he still alive? Why my dad? None of this makes any sense at all to Enrique.

As his mind races, the few seconds it takes