Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
Vita
Oh, fuck!
Oh, shit!
Oh, fucking shit!
Why did I scream that?!
Why?!
I want to shrivel up and hide in the tiniest hole ever made.
I’m unprepared for Alejandro to roll us yet again.
I’m not the lightest woman in the world, but he moves me around like I weigh nothing.
His entire body pins me to the bed. I fear his reaction.
I want to cringe, but I refuse to show my fear.
That was enough vulnerability to last me a lifetime.
“That’s fucking right, chiquita. Who’s promised to take care of you? Who’s protecting you right now? Who’s going to make sure no one ever fucking touches you again?”
By the end of that last sentence, the protectiveness in his voice demands my agreement. I’ve never felt so fucking cherished in all my life.
“You.”
“Whose cock do you have buried inside your tight little pussy? Whose cum is filling you right now? Who belongs to you to serve and protect?”
“You.”
I can’t keep my lips from twitching. I don’t want to ruin the moment, but a leading Cartel man just used a police slogan. A bit ironic, don’t you think?
“You looked shocked by what you called me.”
I want to crawl into that hole.
I stay quiet and let him keep going.
“You did it because the answer to all those questions is the same. Me.”
“Is that what you like from your subs?”
His expression darkens, and his face lowers inches from mine.
“No woman has ever called me that. I would never allow it. I’m not a Daddy Dom and never want to be.
I am not your Dom, and you are not my sub.
No woman but you has the right to any terms of affection.
Not to me and not from me. Do not doubt that, little girl.
Your cunt and your ass will regret it if you do. ”
“Regret it?”
“Because I’ll keep them sore from fucking you until you understand.”
That sounds like a solemn pledge. I believe he means it to his very marrow.
“Hmm. Maybe you don’t mean—”
His hips drive him into me, and I feel him harden. I know he’d almost withdrawn, his dick done with my cunt. But now, not so much. He pinches and pulls my right nipple until I’m ready to beg him to stop. He lets go, cupping my jaw and holding it in place instead.
“Only play that game if you’re prepared to lose. I don’t make idle threats, and my promises are few and far between. The ones I make I never break.”
Not threats and not promises.
He leaves that unsaid, but I know it.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.”
He thrusts twice more before pulling out and sitting up. He swings his legs over the bed and rises. I stare with my mouth open, then I squeak when he turns around and lifts me into his arms. He carries me into the bathroom and puts me back on my feet by the shower.
“Wait.”
I step around him until I can see in the mirror.
I check the medicine cabinets and luckily find some rubbing alcohol swabs in a first aid kit.
This is hardly going to be fast or sexy.
I rub the alcohol pad along my hairline from ear to ear.
Alejandro patiently watches—naked and confident because why wouldn’t he when he has a body like Adonis?
I move on to going over my hairline with warm soapy water and my fingers.
I break the adhesive seal from the wig glue and ease it off.
Then I work the same process to detach the skull cap.
He steps forward as my nearly waist-length chestnut hair tumbles down my back.
It’s hardly at its finest from being folded and tucked into the cap.
I’ve considered cutting it super short to make it easier, but my hair is the one thing about my appearance that makes me feel like me when I’m not pretending to be someone else.
I pop out my contacts and rinse them down the drain.
Sorry, Mother Nature, but I can’t leave any evidence. I don’t want anyone to have to change the trash bag for something so small. He steps forward and draws my hair over my left shoulder. He places his hands on the outside of my shoulders before kissing my right one.
“You are so fucking beautiful no matter what your hair or eye color is. But seeing you like this… You take my breath away.”
We step into the shower, and he pulls the door shut. He shields me from the spray until he has the temperature right. Then he shifts and allows me to enjoy the warm water. He’ll brave the cold rather than let me.
I tilt my head back to get my hair wet, and he kisses my collarbones and up my neck.
He smatters kisses over my face before dropping to his knees.
His lips nip then suck over my left hip bone.
I look down and know he’s marking me. He moves to the inside of my left thigh, leaving two love bites before repeating his actions on my right hip and thigh.
He moves to the center of my mound that was waxed just two days ago. He leaves four there.
“I will never mark you where someone else could see. I won’t humiliate you like that. But I will mark you any and everywhere else.”
“And if I wish to do the same.”
“Then the men in my family will smirk and roll their eyes.”
My brow furrows as he stands.
“You know things get messy. Sometimes I work without a shirt, and sometimes I have to change my clothes. It’s not like we parade around with our dicks swinging in the breeze, but neither are we so modest that we can’t see each other get changed.”
“I guess I’ll have to stick with sucking your cock to be on the safe side.”
He crowds me until I’m pressed against the shower wall.
He wraps my hand around his semi-hard cock and makes me stroke.
It takes little to get him ready for me to suck or for him to fuck me.
He spins me around, and my right cheek presses against the tile.
His body leans against mine while his hands spread my ass cheeks.
His cock slips along the valley before it presses at my backdoor.
“Do you want me here?”
“I want you everywhere.”
“Can you take it? Or should I train it first?”
“I’ll wear a plug if you want me to, but I don’t need it.”
“Mmm. There’s a store in Parsippany we need to visit.”
“A store where?”
“New Jersey.”
“Why would we go there?”
“Because I own it. I have a fantastic employee discount on anything we want to enjoy together. We’re definitely getting a vibrator I can control from anywhere. Even when I’m not nearby, I will control your pussy.”
The thought excites me so much I close my eyes. I picture what that would be like.
Fucking hot.
“I might text my men and tell them you weren’t feeling well that morning. Ask them how you’re doing.”
“You wouldn’t dare! You wouldn’t make me come in front of them, would you?”
“How would I know what’s happening without me there to see it?”
“You wouldn’t.”
“I told you I don’t make idle threats, and my promises are few and far between.”
“Is that a threat or a promise?”
“Oh, little girl. It’s most definitely a promise.”
He kisses between my shoulder blades before turning me to face him again. He pumps shampoo into his hand and nudges me so that my body is under the showerhead, but my head isn’t.
“Let me take care of something besides making you come.”
His fingers are like magic. Even better than when my stylist cuts my hair.
I let my head drop to rest my forehead against his chest. It might make it awkward for him, but it’s heaven for me.
He takes a step forward, and I shuffle one backward until my hair’s under the water.
He rinses the suds clean, and I spot a face cleanser that’ll wash off my makeup without leaving me like a racoon. I hurry to scrub my face then rinse it.
“That was divine.”
“Happy to help, chica.”
I pump a dollop of shampoo into my palm and point down.
He grins and lowers himself to his knees.
It’s the only way I can easily reach all of his hair.
While I return the favor, he returns to marking me along the inside of my thighs.
He hooks one over his shoulder, bracing me tightly.
When he’s left another five or six on one leg, he switches to the other.
His hair doesn’t need nearly as long to wash as mine, but it takes twice the time to do it since he refuses to rush his feast.
“I’m saving the rest of you, little girl, for dessert.”
“I look forward to a cannolo later.”
“You can suck the cream out anytime.”
We rub each other’s bodies with shower gel and poofs I can tell have never been used before.
This whole process from watching me remove my wig to washing each other is so intimate.
Something a legit couple would do. We’re both aroused the entire time.
We both want to give and get oral as well as fuck, but we don’t.
We’re normal for a few minutes—not a narcotrafficker or a mercenary, not predator or prey.
When there’s nothing left to wash, we embrace. He felt how wet I am for him even after wiping the cum from between my legs. I see and feel how hard he is. But it’s still not about sex. He’s so fucking gentle with me, even when he’s leaving love bites.
“Let me hold you, chiquita. Just a little while longer.”
“Yes, please, Daddy.”
I test the word I cried out as he made me come. It doesn’t feel weird to say it outside sex, but I’m still unsure whether he likes it or tolerates it.
“I like that, mi chica.” My little girl.
The difference one word makes to an already possessive term of endearment. He’s making me fall for him harder and harder. At first, it was just sex appeal. I wanted to fuck him on the yacht. I would’ve done it for pure enjoyment.
I could’ve followed him to his hotel and killed him on his way to his room. I could’ve been a sniper and taken him out any of the days I followed him. I could’ve shot him and Pablo after the window shattered and Pablo was already injured, and Alejandro was distracted.
“Don’t let go.”
How fucking needy can I sound?
“I won’t.”