Chapter 30 #2
“You can end this, and we can begin our life together, chica, if that’s what you want.”
She turns in my arms and despite the mess, she’s still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.
“I want nothing more, Daddy.”
The relief that courses through my body overwhelms me. I swallow and nod, choked up for the first time since I was a child and learned what happened to Tío Esteban, my cousins’ dead papá.
“Chica, you know there’s a reckoning coming your way.”
“I never doubted that.”
As we gaze at each other, I see the hesitation in her eyes.
“You knew a punishment was inevitable, but you doubt my forgiveness.”
“How could I not, Jandro?”
“I’m angry at your methods, and I won’t deny a sense of betrayal.
However, I understand it. There’ll be more times than I can count where you won’t want me to go on a mission, and I’ll do it anyway.
You’ll have no say in it. Whereas I insisted upon deciding for you, putting you in a position where you felt backed into a corner.
Rather than working with you, I worked against you.
That’s not what I wanted, so I see my fault in all of this.
Considering you wanted to kill me, my forgiveness is unconditional.
Once given, we move on. A good nap seems not so bad. ”
She releases a strangled laugh, not appreciating my glib humor.
I turn my earpiece back on and let my cousins know we’re ready for the cleaners to come.
They’ll strip away any evidence of what happened here.
Despite the gazebo’s lighting, it’s dark now.
If they’d met any earlier in the day, we wouldn’t have had the luxury of such privacy.
The crew will need it to disguise their activities.
Javier agrees to follow Vita and me in my Porsche and leave it in the garage before a town car picks him up to meet Madeline when her shift at the hospital ends.
Vita and I make our way to my Mercedes where I pop the trunk and open my go bag.
I have wipes to remove camouflage paint and blood easily.
I shield her as she strips off her outer layers and drops them into a black trash bag. The cleaners will destroy them, so she leaves none of Patrick’s bio-waste behind. She dons the sweatshirt and sweatpants I keep in the bag. Before donning the pants, she holds them up and shakes them.
“Not a fucking chance you’re wearing these again in public.”
I chuckle. She’s genuinely opposed to me in gray sweatpants. The last time she mentioned them wasn’t the first time I’d heard them referred to as male lingerie. I don’t get it, but I’ll take her word for it.
Our ride home is quiet. We hold hands the entire way back. Once we’re in the condo, we head directly to the bathroom. I turn on the shower to let the water heat.
“Let me help you, little one.”
With the worst of the mess already wiped off her hands, face, and neck, the sweatsuit can go in the laundry rather than me disposing of it. I strip it off her and put it on the counter before giving her a hand into the shower. I practically rip my clothes off before joining her.
I love my shower.
It has two showerheads, so water can beat down on my back after a hard workout or long day while I wash my hair and scrub the rest of me.
I love it even more now.
Neither Vita nor I need to freeze while waiting for a turn under the water. The grazes on my back sting, but considering how much worse my injuries could be, they’re little more than an annoyance. At least, that’s what I tell myself.
She lifts her face and lets the stream pour over her before running the water over her hair. I indulge and gorge myself on the view of her shapely body. I see the same things many would consider imperfections as I did in the hotel. But to me, they make her perfect.
She’s real.
I run the backs of my fingers from her collarbones down to her nipples, tweaking them before sweeping my palms over her ribs, waist, and ass.
I ditched the bandages on my hands while making dinner since they got in the way.
I peeled the dressings off my cheek and back at the same time.
As my abuela would say, I’ll let the air get to them.
I grab her and pull her onto her toes. Our lips fuse, and I lift her to wrap her legs around my waist. My bruises ache all over, but I didn’t lie when I told her before that I’ve been in worse shape. Nothing is keeping me from making love to my soon-to-be wife.
“God, I want you, Daddy.”
“Then take me.”
I slide her cunt down my cock.
“Fuck! That feels amazing, Jandro.”
“I agree.”
I nip at her lower lip as I press her back against the wall.
Our kisses are sloppy and passionate. We cover each other’s faces, necks, and shoulders—anywhere we can reach before returning to each other’s mouths.
Our tongues tangle, and she sucks mine just hard enough for my body to take over and thrust into her.
My hands on the back of her thighs guide her to rise and fall as she rides me.
It’s our simmering sexual attraction that always crackles between us when we’re close, but it’s also relief that we survived to be here together.
Hotel room shooting.
Highway shootout.
Kidnapping.
Explosion one.
Wannabe killer nurse.
Hospital shootout.
Explosion two.
Did I miss anything?
It’s utterly insane, yet a couple days in the life of a Cartel boss and a mercenary.
We’re a fine fucking pair.
“Harder, Daddy. Fuck me till I’m sore.”
“You’re going to feel me inside you long after I pull out. You’re going to ache to have me back.”
She cups my chin.
“Promise?”
Before I can answer, she swoops in for a kiss. She’s as demanding as I am. I dig my fingers into her thighs and pull her tighter against me—not that our bodies can truly get any closer.
“I’m nearly there, Daddy. May I come?”
“No.”
She shrieks in disapproval and tries to grind against me faster. I lift her off my cock and put her back on her feet.
“What’re you—”
I cut her off mid-sentence by dropping to my knees and licking her clit.
When I suck, both her hands tunnel into my hair and press my face to her pussy.
I draw her left leg over my shoulder as I plunge my tongue into her.
She moans as her nails graze my scalp. Her shoulders press against the wall as her hips undulate against my mouth.
Her free hand claws at my back—still careful of my few nicks and cuts—as her desperation grows.
When I know she’s on the brink of not holding back, I lower her leg and rise.
“Daddy?!”
I press her down to the floor, then stroke myself until I come across her chest. She stares at me, bewildered, as she rises.
“Did I forget to mention your punishment already started? Orgasm denial is the first phase.”
Her mouth hangs open as she works through what I just said.
“How many phases are there?”
“Not sure. I’ll let you know once we’re done.”
I pump shampoo into my hand before working it through her hair.
Her hands fist and pound the wall behind her as her head flops forward.
She’s pissed at me because I made her sore and achy like I promised but didn’t let her come.
She feels out of control. Rather than push me away out of anger or hurt, she leans into me, trusting me.
She accepts this dynamic: the punishment and the reward that’ll eventually come.
“Jandro, I’m sorry.”
“I know you are, baby girl.”
“I’ll accept whatever punishment you decide.”
“Good girl.”
I feel her breath against my chest when she sighs.
Her body visibly relaxes as she presses it flush to mine.
She lifts her head to make it easier for me to wash her hair.
I help her rinse the suds from it before lathering body wash on my poof and running it over her body.
I drop to the floor again, this time to wash her legs and feet.
While I lavish attention on her lower limbs, she washes my hair.
When we’re both clean, I spin her around. Rather than lean against me, she levers her body, so her shoulders, chest, and cheek are against the wall, while her hips push back. She turns her toes inward as I spread her ass cheeks.
“Your tight little ass will be mine too. I’ll fill your mouth and belly, your pussy, and your ass with my cum whenever the fuck I want, chica. You’re mine.”
“I am. I have been since we met.”
I slide my left index finger through her cream before pressing against her rosebud. She tries to clench her ass at the invasion, but she relaxes immediately.
“Should I stretch you before I fuck you here?”
“No. I want you to claim it.”
I didn’t expect that answer. It gives me pause.
How much pain does she enjoy?
“Vita, do you want it that way because you think it should be part of your punishment?”
“No. I’d say that anytime we want to do butt stuff.
I don’t need plugs to prepare me. As long as you don’t cram your dick in me, I can take it.
With you, I’d rather not wear them as preparation.
If you want me to as foreplay or punishment in their own right, then fine. But I want to take you as is.”
“You want my dominance.”
“Yes.”
“If you refuse the plugs, then I insist on lube.”
“Definitely. I want you to dominate me, not rip me apart.”
I ease my finger in and out with shallow thrusts, a hint of what it’ll be like when I fuck her there.
When I’m finished toying with her, I wash my hands, then turn off the water.
She pushes open the shower door and hands me a towel before wrapping her hair in one.
She grabs another to wrap around her body. I hate seeing it covered.