Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
Liana
After dinner, we walk back to the car, but instead of heading toward the highway, Frankie drives to a small hotel at the edge of town.
"What are we doing here?" I ask, my heart suddenly racing.
"It's late," he says, not meeting my eyes. "I booked a room. We'll head back in the morning."
Inside, the receptionist smiles apologetically.
"We only had one room left, as I mentioned on the phone…a king bed.”
“Have someone move,” Frankie growls out.
“I’m sorry sir…”
He says something else so low the poor lady turns white as a sheet but before I know what’s happening, he’s grabbing my arm and directing me out of the office.
‘One room. One bed.’
My mouth goes dry as Frankie walks me towards our room, tension crackling between us like static electricity.
I can feel his eyes on me as he looks down at me before putting the keycard in the door and pushing it open.
We walk in and the door closes behind us with a soft click that sounds like a gunshot in the silence.
The room seems cozy enough minus the giant king-sized bed dominating it.
Frankie sets our overnight bags down and runs a hand through his hair, looking everywhere but at me.
‘When did he pack those?’
"I can take the floor," he says finally.
I swallow hard, gathering every ounce of courage I possess.
"Or we could share. There’s no need for you to be on the uncomfortable floor."
His eyes meet mine, dark with something that makes my skin flush hot, despite the room's cool air.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Datura.”
The nickname makes me involuntarily reach for my side, my fingers brushing across where my new tattoo lays.
His eyes snap down to the spot and I see him swallow hard.
Before I know what’s happening he is locking himself in the bathroom and I’m sitting on the bed confused.
I listen as the shower turns on and he comes out not even fifteen minutes later looking like sin incarnant.
He’s wearing only a pair of sweatpants, scowling as he searches through his bag.
He must feel me staring because his eyes slowly look up to meet mine.
“If you need to get cleaned up, the bathroom is there,” he points before dismissing me and pulling his phone out with another scowl.
The rejection stings but I have no choice but to listen, so I grab the bag he packed for me and head into the bathroom.
I take my time showering before stepping out and wrapping a towel around my body.
When I look inside my bag, my heart stops.
The sparkle of a white teddy catches my eye as I pull out the familiar piece of lingerie.
This was supposed to be something worn on my wedding night.
Why would he pack this? My stomach clenches.
Frankie wants me. Why else would he pack this?
Nervously, I pull the piece of fabric up and over my body and inspect myself in the mirror.
It fits perfectly with little cutouts all over, showing my olive skin.
The small flower peaks out perfectly through an opening at my side.
I smile as I stare at myself in the mirror.
Today I’m going to make more than one decision for myself and I’m not going to regret it… not for one minute.
I run my fingers through my hair nervously as I fluff it before taking a deep breath and walking out into the room. Frankie looks up, the scowl immediately falling off of his face and replaced with a look of raw desire. The heat coming from his eyes could melt an entire continent right now.
“?Hijo de la chingada…!” His words come out raspy as he stares at me, taking in every inch of my body.
I have no idea what he said but the way those words leave his mouth send liquid heat between my thighs, making me clench them together. After another second he seems to catch himself before straightening up.
“What the fuck are you wearing, Datura?”
I look at him in confusion.
“What you packed for me.”
“Pinche Pita,” he curses with a scowl. “Go put some damn clothes on, Liana.”
Embarrassment washes over me and I feel tears prick my eyes as I squeeze them shut and rush back into the bathroom, slamming the door.
I lean over the counter and stare at myself in the mirror.
Pita packed this? Why would she do that?
Does she know about the tension between the two of us?
Does this mean she wants something to happen between us?
Confusing thoughts run through my mind as I continue to stare at myself.
I look good. Like really good and I know Frankie thinks so too.
I saw the desire in his eyes. He wants me and I want him.
I want to give myself to someone of my own choosing, at least for my first time.
I don’t want to lose my virginity to some old man that I’ll be stuck with for the rest of my life.
When his wrinkled old body is on top of me, I want to be able to close my eyes and imagine this moment instead.
I want this and I’ll be damned if I don’t take this opportunity while I have it.
Lifting my head up, I use a tissue to wipe under my eyes before swinging the door wide open and walking back into the room where I stand with my hands on my hips. I watch Frankie pace back and forth before his body freezes and he turns back to face me.
“I thought I told you…”
“I don’t give a damn what you told me,” I say, interrupting him and making his eyes widen in surprise. I walk over and jab my finger in his chest.
“You may be my keeper but you aren’t the boss of me.”
His eyes narrow and he snatches my hand between his, gripping it hard.
“You are playing with fire.”
“Burn me then,” I whisper back.
Before I know what’s happening he spins me around and pushes me down onto the bed, pressing himself between my thighs. From this angle I can feel every hard inch of him as he leans in close.
“Is this what you wanted, Datura?” he asks as he grinds against my core, making me gasp out in surprise. I can’t feel it but I know if I stuck my fingers down there, they would be soaked right now.
“Ye…yes,” I say as I close my eyes.
He grips my side hard, causing me to wince where his fingers touch the fresh tattoo. Suddenly his hand pulls away and I open my eyes up to find he’s pulled back a little, inspecting my tattoo.
“A datura flower,” he states as his thumb grazes right underneath it.
“For my nickname…and to match yours.”
He swallows hard and I watch the petals on his tattoo ripple.
“Let me choose one more thing for myself, tonight,” I say as I spread my thighs a little wider and drag my hand down to the waistband of his sweatpants.
He closes his eyes tightly and looks up like he’s praying as he speaks.
“I am not a gentle man.”
“I don’t want gentle. I want real. I want something I can hold onto later when I’m forced to be with my husband.”
His eyes flash dangerously as he moves his fingers across the lace and over one of my nipples. It peaks hard, the fabric just barely covering it, and a small moan escapes me.
“You are going to hate me,” he whispers as he pulls both straps down bearing my naked breasts to him.
“I could never.”
He sucks one nipple into his warm, wet mouth before doing the same to the other. My fingers run through his hair as my body explodes with the sensation.
“Please,” I moan out, wanting more.
I don’t even know what I’m asking for but I don’t care.
I want more of whatever he is willing to give.
He pulls the rest of the fabric down my body before tossing it on the ground and lowering his head between my legs.
It happens so fast, I don’t have time to react before his mouth is on my pussy, his tongue swirling up and around my clit before heading down and pushing inside of me.
The feel of his mouth and tongue moving against me at that perfect pace send me tumbling in a matter of minutes.
My orgasm slams into me hard and fast. It’s nothing like I’ve ever felt before and it’s only then, in this moment, that I truly understand the words I’ve only ever read in my books.
Frankie’s mouth comes down hard on mine as he kisses me, allowing me to taste myself on his lips.
I’m so caught in the moment that I don’t even realize he is already naked until his long, thick cock is rubbing up and down the slit of my pussy.
He coats himself in my juices as he rubs against my sensitive clit and I shamelessly grind back against him.
His hand wraps under my neck and grips the back of my hair so tight I’m forced to open my eyes and look directly at him as he pulls my face closer to his.
“You are going to hate me,” he says again as he lines himself up with my pussy. “But right now, I don’t care as long as I get to have you like this. Just remember that I let you make this choice, Datura.”
Then he slams himself inside me in one thrust, bottoming out. I don’t know what kind of noise comes out of me or him. All I know is the sounds I hear are animalistic. The pain is sharp and deep…so deep, I swear I feel like my insides are on fire.
“Stay with me, baby,” he says as he kisses the tears streaming down my face.
He pulls out again slowly before pushing back inside again and making me wince.
His fingers come up between us, rubbing my clit as he kisses his way down to my nipple and sucks one into his mouth again.
There’s so many sensations running through me right now and my brain is on overdrive.
Every thrust feels more slick, less painful, and something else.
It’s like something is building inside me.
I rock my hips against him as he moves in and out and I hear him growl out as he presses his forehead against mine.
“That’s it, Datura. Te sientes maravilloso. This pussy was made for me. So fucking tight.”
His fingers move between us faster and the feeling inside me intensifies. It builds and builds before exploding from me in waves.
“Fr…,” I try to moan out but I’m cut off by his hot mouth on mine, swallowing my pleasure as he thrusts in and out of me harder.
I’m so blissed out I barely hear the banging of the headboard against the wall or the hard slapping sounds of his skin against mine.
I don’t care. It feels too good. It’s pleasure and pain all mixed together and I can’t get enough.
Another orgasm builds and explodes, making me clench down hard.
“Fuck, Datura,” he groans out as he slams into me one last time, pumping his seed inside me.
We are both breathing hard as he pulls himself out of me and leans back just enough to see the mess we’ve made.
I look down to see blood coating his cock, embarrassment turning my cheeks red.
When he looks back up at me, he doesn’t look grossed out at all, he looks ravenous.
He picks me up quickly, causing me to yelp, and carries me to the bathroom.
“I’m on birth control,” I say suddenly out of nowhere, wanting him to know he at least doesn’t need to worry about getting me pregnant. My uncle had me put on birth control as a precaution in case I was ever kidnapped.
“I know,” he says as he holds me with one arm while turning on the shower with the other.
I want to ask him how he knows, but I don’t have time.
The minute the water reaches the temperature he likes, he walks us straight inside the shower and presses me against the wall before sliding himself back inside of me.
It still hurts but less than it did the first time.
Now it’s more of a dull ache as he thrusts in and out of me, this time at a slower pace than before.
It’s less urgent this time, like he’s trying to savor every moment inside of me.
Like he knows that tomorrow it won’t ever happen again.
Blood and cum and water slide down our bodies and I watch them swirl down the drain in awe as he grips my hips tightly.
“You like that, Datura? Too watch your innocence slide down the drain as it mixes with our cum?”
I nod, his dirty words turning me on even more, that familiar buildup starting again deep inside of me.
“Say it,” he says, gripping my jaw as he drags himself out of me before pushing back in, slow and deep.
“I…I like it.”
“Chica muy buena. Such a good fucking girl.”
He continues to torture me slowly, as my orgasm hovers just out of reach.
“Please…I need more.”
He chuckles as he starts to move faster.
“Fuck, Datura. You can have whatever you want…but you can never leave.”
His words are feral and unhinged and I don’t care.
My orgasm hits me so hard, everything goes black.
By the time my vision returns, he’s pulling out of me and holding me up as he lowers my feet to the ground.
I can barely keep my eyes open as he washes my body and carries me to bed.
He lays me down before sliding in behind me and wrapping me in his arms. I immediately fall into a blissful sleep where for the first time in a long time, I dream of nothing.