Guarded (Calavera Hotels #3)

21. Nero

Chapter 21

Nero

F ive words.

Five fucking words, and my cock has grown to its full length in Ari’s hands.

“I want to taste you.” She whispers, her lips inches from mine.

I stand up, causing her to fall forward. She catches herself on her hands in front of her. When she looks up at me, the view is immaculate. Her on all fours at my feet.

Marks of all shapes and sizes cover her nude body. My marks. My testimony that I had came, saw, and conquered Ariella Reyes. I had cum in her and came again, and it still wasn’t enough.

I grab a fist full of her wet hair and yank her head back.

“You want me to fuck this pretty little throat?” I growl, and she nods.

“Sit back on your knees,” I command.

She pushes up and falls back to sit on her knees. Her hands rest on her thighs, and her eyes beam up at me. Fuck. She’s never looked more beautiful than the way she looks right now.

Her pouty lips beg to be violated, and her big, innocent eyes are filled with anticipation. I fist my cock, desperate to dominate her. Not yet. Waiting was a part of the fun.

“Is this what you want?” I say, stroking my swollen cock in front of her.

She stares at it, her lips parting.

“Beg me for it, Princess,” I say, and her eyes look up at me.

“Please let me taste you.” She says.

“You can do better than that.” I slap her across the cheek with my cock.

Her eyes widen, and her mouth falls open. I slap her across the other cheek.

“Tell me the slutty things you want to do,” I say, my voice low and authoritative.

She purses her lips to the side, and her hands fidget slightly in her lap.

“Please, Sir, let me suck your cock?” she says, her voice shaking. I slap her with my cock again with more force than before.

“Say it with more confidence,” I demand.

“Please, please, Sir, if you let me suck your cock, I promise to be a good girl.”

Fuck me.

I grab her hair and force her to look up at me.

“You’re so beautiful begging on your knees.” I rub my crown over her parted lips. My precum covering them like lipstick.

“Stick out your tongue.”

She sticks her tongue out and licks the precum off her lips. I push my crown to her lips, and she opens her mouth for me. My whole body ripples with pleasure when she licks down the shaft and peppers kisses on her way back up to my crown.

When she looks up, I loosen my grip around her hair and stroke her cheek. My doll is a slut for praise. It’s all the encouragement she needs. She continues to run her tongue up and down my shaft, the sensation making me want to cum right then and there.

She pulls back and stares down my shaft. There’s a familiar glimmer in her eyes- the one where she’s about to challenge herself. I’d seen her do this in the gym a dozen times. Her hand grips me at the base, and she opens wide, taking me in.

“That’s it. Hollow your cheeks and unclench your jaw.” I instruct her as I ease in and out of her mouth gently.

Within minutes, she’s perfected the skill. I groan at the divine sensation.

“Your mouth was made for my cock Princess.”

She continues to swallow the length of me, gaining confidence with each thrust. The sensation of her wet mouth has me gripping her hair tighter in my fist. She’s lost in the act, her eyes shut closed and drool falling from her mouth. I yank her head back and stop thrusting.

“Mirame,” I growl.

Her green eyes open, and she looks up. Those green embers awaken the sadist beast in me. The way my cock fills that mouth.

I thrust in farther until I reach the back of her throat. She chokes and splutters around me as I thrust in and out of her with full force. Tears and saliva cover her face, but she keeps her eyes open.

My rage is triggered by a single fucking thought. Everything I’ve taught my little slut will be enjoyed by another man. The thought consumes me with anger as I ram into her mouth violently.

Over and over again.

Unwilling to take it easy on her.

I could never tell her how much of a hold she has on my emotions. Not when I promised her praise and pleasure. Her mouth takes all my frustration, and when my balls tighten, I let out a loud groan.

I release my grip on her and pull out my cock to paint her chest with my cum. Her face is flushed and red as she looks down at my release.

“You look so fucking beautiful with cum all over your chest.” I run a finger over her chest, then coat her lips with my semen.

“Abre.” I softly command, and she opens her mouth.

I stick my finger inside, feeling the warmth of her mouth as she wraps her lips around my index finger. Her eyes stay glued to mine while she sucks the digit clean.

“Such a good girl, Maniká,” I affirm, slowly moving my finger from her mouth.

I lean down and pick her up. She wraps her arms around me, and I carry her into my bedroom.

“Let’s clean you up,” I say, lowering her to the bed.

“No. Don’t. I- I want to sleep with it on me.” She says sheepishly.

Fuck Me.

Her growing confidence in her own perversion is the sexiest thing I have ever seen.

“Your wish is my command, Princess.” I reach into the closet to grab her one of my T-shirts. She lifts her hands so I can pull it over her exposed body.

“Nero.” She whispers.

“Yes.”

“Can you lay down with me?” she asks innocently.

I want to tell her no, but something about her plea tugs at me. I don’t operate like that. Everyone knows cuddling is the gateway drug to love. An emotion I was incapable of feeling.

Looking down, I see her eyes still pleading for me to take the space next to her. It’s fucking torture because if this were any other woman, my top mission would be to get myself out as quickly as possible. To run out of anywhere that wasn’t my home and lose all contact. But I couldn’t with Ariella.

She felt like my home.

Her smiles, her moans, her laughter. They were a refugee camp for my broken soul. A faraway fairytale that I dreamed up as a kid that had manifested before me at the right time. Or, in our case, the wrong time.

Like any simple thing that brought me joy as a child, she would be taken away from me. Like the toys Tatay brought and the comfort of having Tala. I couldn’t let myself feel anything for her, but I wanted to enjoy the short time I had left with her.

Savor every kiss like it’s the last bite and replay every smile she was willing to offer me. I want to do all this because for the first time in- the first time ever- I feel happy.

I slide into the bed next to her. She smiles at me, her long hair falling over the pillows. We stare into each other’s eyes before I feel her restless leg shaking, and I stretch mine out to cover her anxious behavior.

She smiles at me, and I add it to the collection. I reach out to find her cold hands and bring them to my lips to blow on them.

“ Manos frías, amor para un día, manos caliente, amor para siempre.” I whisper.

“Don’t be cheesy. It turns me on.” She laughs.

“That’s fine. We can wake the sleeping giant.” I pull her hand to my hardening erection, and her cheeks flush pink.

“My Abuela used to say that,” she says.

“You’re Abuelita said, ‘We can wake the sleeping giant’?”

“No manches.” She laughs playfully, hitting me with her pillow. “No, the hand thing.”

“My sister used to say that to me.” I reminisce, thinking of where she had heard the phrase. Thinking of how she had seen Evangeline at her best before Tatay left for his trips.

“Do you still talk to your sister?”

“No. I haven’t seen her since we were eight years old. She escaped my mom a long time ago. The plan was we would go together.” I explain.

“What happened?”

“The house caught on fire that night. She never came back, and my mom found me hiding in our clubhouse.” I give her the simple story, not another heart-wrenching one.

“Oh no. Nero, I’m sorry.” Ari pushes herself up onto her elbows, studying me intently. “Have you tried looking for her?”

“Axel gave me an address. That’s where I was the day you went to the dog groomer.” I say dog groomer sarcastically.

“Maybe I can ask Alfonso about the address?” she offers.

Fuck no.

“No. I don’t want you going back there. Promise me right now you won’t get involved with it, Ariella.”

“Okay, okay, calm down. I promise I won’t go back there.”

There’s a moment of silence, and I close my eyes, assuming she will do the same, but I should know better by now.

“Did you know gray wolves only have one mate for life?” Ari says.

I tug one eye open and look at her.

“Sometimes I remember random facts, and I just remembered that. I have to blurt things out, or they just kind of wind up everywhere.” She laughs nervously.

I roll to my side to look at her.

“What’s really bothering you, Ari?”

“I don’t know. Something about you just intimidates me.” She bites down on her bottom lip.

“Why would you be intimidated by me? I’m just a man.”

“I thought you were mad at me.” She whispers.

“Why would I be mad at you?” I say, my brows pinching together.

“Maybe it’s just my insecurities.” She admits.

“What do you have to be insecure about?”

“I don’t know how to do this, Nero. How to be vulnerable with you.”

“Stop avoiding the question and explain it to me. What do you have to be insecure about?”

“I don’t want to trauma dump on you.” She says.

“It’s not trauma dumping. I’m here for you. All of you.” I run my hand over her hair and watch her chest expand with a deep breath.

“I know on the outside looking in, it seems like I have everything. But I struggle with abandonment issues. It’s easier for me to be avoidant than to risk being vulnerable with someone. This, the sex, is easy, and I like it. But I feel in the barren, abandoned parts of my soul that I need to be loved. And I’m not asking you to love me. I’m just saying it’s a desire, and it scares me. What if I never get that?”

“You can trust me, Ari. I may not be able to give you love, but I understand your desire for it.”

“I know. I just- I thought maybe you were mad at me? That my dad said something to make you change your mind. It triggered the whole abandonment thing. I know he went to the hospital to talk to you.”

“He did talk to me, but I wouldn’t make an impulsive decision because of that,” I say, gently stroking her cheek.

Aurelio Reyes was blunt in asking me about my relationship with Ari and my intentions. I told him the same thing I was trying to convince myself. That this was a client-employee relationship.

She was ten years younger than me, and even though she was engaged to a man my age, I made Aurelio think I thought of her as nothing more than a young girl I had to look out for. I feel guilty that I even put her in the same light the rest of her family did, but I said what I needed to so I could stay with her.

“I don’t want to complicate your life, Ari. I want to be the one to give your body what it craves. When you’re with me, I want you to be yourself, and I want you to be happy. Your world is complicated, and mine is messy. What we’re doing here is a much-needed distraction for both of us.”

She smiles before letting out a small yawn. With her thumb and index finger pinched together, she crosses herself, then reaches and crosses me.

Once I realize what she’s doing, I quickly grab her hand before it drops and kiss her pinched fingers and thumb. I wasn’t sure where I stood with God, but I’d never pass on a blessing from an angel- especially not from the one that would be lying in my arms tonight.