13. Chapter 13
Chapter 13
Emilio
O ver the last two weeks, I've been in Columbia. My father's health has taken a turn for the worse. Not having spoken to him since my mother told me who my birth father really was, I am flabbergasted when he requests me by his bedside.
The stress of seeing the man who I despise has aggravated my insomnia, and I'm desperate for sleep. I need to get back home so I can sleep holding my wife. It's the only way I can get any rest these days.
Growing up, my father acted like I was an inconvenience at the best of times and an abomination at the worst. I despise the man for the way he treated my mother.
At first, I was going to just ignore his request that I come home, but after hearing him out and finding out that he only has days to live, I wanted to know why he wants to see me.
Upon walking into my childhood home, it smells dusty, like the house hasn’t been lived in for years. My father is lying in his bedroom in a hospital bed. There is medical equipment on both sides of the bed that he appears to be hooked up to. The room is dimly lit with the curtains closed.
Approaching my father's bed, I see how small and frail he has become; his skin, paper-thin and translucent, is stretched taut over his bones. The smell of antiseptic fills the air. A shadow of his former self, he is a much-diminished man compared to the one I remember from my childhood.
"Manuel."
"So, you no longer call me Papa? I guess you know you're a bastard," he says in a weak, raspy voice.
I flinch at the derogatory term, even though I expect no less from him.
"Mama told me on her deathbed. At the time, I was stunned and needed time to process it. Now I know why you treated me as poorly as you did. You hated me."
"I did. Every time I looked at you, I was reminded of your mother’s infidelity."
I nod, not knowing what else to say.
"I wanted an heir, a son to pass my legacy to. The older you got, the more you looked like a stranger. Your mother finally came clean and begged me not to tell you. When I learned of her betrayal, I wanted to kill her."
My jaw clinches in anger. Being a small child, I was innocent. How could a grown man treat an innocent child the way this man treated me? The things he subjected me to… I shake my head, trying to dispel the memories that threaten to surface.
"Your mother was unable to get pregnant again, so I'm leaving my empire to you."
"I have my own business and don't need your charity," I snap.
"It's not charity. You earned it through enduring my treatment of you over the years."
I don't thank the man because he doesn't deserve my gratitude. All I manage is a chin nod, before walking away without looking back. He set up an appointment with his attorneys to finalize the paperwork. That's all I need to know from him.
He's leaving everything, including his drug cartel empire, to me. Obviously, the legal paperwork refers to the transfer of ownership of his warehouses, businesses, docks, and waterways. It’s merely a flimsy guise of legitimacy, which shields the business’s true function—the manufacturing and sale of guns and drugs.
While I’m in Columbia, I plan to get things in order. There are several meetings I need to have with associates, lawyers, and men I intend to delegate the management of the businesses to.
Although I agreed to a temporary separation and allowed Serena to leave our home, I keep tabs on her through Josephine and Antonio. I hate being apart from her, but there's a lot of work to do in Columbia, and there is no reason to take her away from her own life while I am getting mine in order.
The cravings I have for her are crippling. Sleep deprivation and feelings of intense longing are taking their toll on me. Sure, I have cameras installed in her home and could watch her whenever I want to, but I don't have time. My business dealings here in Colombia require all my attention. The sharks are circling, men who pray on the weak, so I have to watch my back. Revealing my affection for my wife to these men could endanger her, so I rely on Josephine and Antonio’s reports of her activities.
I hate that she thinks I’m whoring myself out, and I wish I could tell her the truth behind my absence. Little does she know all I can think about is her and being with her again. It's not supposed to be this way. She was supposed to be a means to an end. Revenge for what was stolen from me. Instead, I just want to go home and hold my wife and treat her like the queen she is. That's not possible. She said she will never give me her heart, and since I went into this by kidnapping her, I know she won't ever forgive me. Though, I can't deny that I'm enjoying her jealousy. Maybe there’s hope for us yet.
Since I own my private jet, I'm able to take time every few days to fly home and check on my wife before flying back to Columbia. While I'm visiting, I usually stand outside her house and wait for her to come home. Like tonight, she's inside now, getting ready for bed. Once she's asleep, I use the spare key I received when I purchased the property.
My Little Storm is sleeping in her bed, alone. That's good; it means I don't have to murder her or anyone else. To my knowledge, since I’ve been away, she hasn’t broken any of my rules. I left explicit instructions with the men who I hired to follow her, that if they see her with a man, they are to let me know immediately. There is nothing that will stop me from demolishing anyone and anything that comes between Serena and me.
The thought of someone else putting their hands on my wife makes me tremble. I can't even stomach the thought. Looking down at her beautiful body, I know I can't resist touching her any longer. It's been weeks since I've had my hands on her. I instructed Antonio to sneak into her home while she was out and drug her water. She always takes a bottle to bed with her at night. The empty bottle sitting on her bedside table gives me the confidence to do whatever I want to her. Plus, her birth control pills were switched to a placebo weeks ago.
After I took her, she threw a fit to have them brought to her, which I obliged, so she thinks she's been taking them all this time. There's no reason to tell her otherwise. Getting my wife pregnant is not something I’m prepared to compromise on.
I walk to her side of the bed, pulling the blanket gently down to her hips. She's sleeping in a fucking football jersey. What the fuck? It's clearly a man’s, and the sight of it on her skin sends anger raging through me. Clenching my jaw so tight it hurts, I fight to keep my rage under control. The impulse to slip my hand up to her throat and pull the chain to tighten her choker until the life drains out of her is almost uncontrollable. Another man's clothing touching the skin that belongs to me makes my stomach knot.
Who does it belong to?
My thoughts are racing. An ex-boyfriend? A current boyfriend? Someone she holds feelings for?
God, I should have never let her leave my house.
Sending a text to Antonio, I instruct him to find out who she's dated or been close friends with in the past. I want that man dead!
Bending over until my nose can run alongside her neck, I smell her warm skin. The scent of vanilla is delicate and sweet. Running my tongue down her throat, tasting the slight saltiness of her skin, my dick bucks. I lift the stupid jersey she's wearing until I can see her beautiful tits. Licking one nipple and then moving to the other and sucking gently, I lose myself in the taste of my wife.
My hand runs down her chest, her abdomen, and to her pussy that is bare. I pull the sheets and blankets away from her hips so I can see her pussy better. I lightly run my fingers along her velvety skin on her hips, heading straight to her slit.
The feeling of wetness gushing from her pussy lets me know her body wants me, even though she doesn't know I'm here.
In a circular motion, I rub her pussy lips, massaging her clit until the wetness covers my fingers. I lift my fingers and place them on her lips that are open just slightly. "Taste yourself, baby. You are the sweetest thing I've ever put my mouth on."
Her body reacts on instinct, and she releases a soft moan. It provides enough opening to her lips for me to rub her taste on her tongue.
Leaning forward, I place my tongue inside her pussy and eat her like my favorite dessert. Serena's hips are moving on their own accord, trying to get the friction her body so desperately needs. Pushing two fingers inside her wet cunt, I love the feel of her soft wet heat.
Backing off, I peel away my clothes, toe off my shoes, and climb on top of her, carefully lining my cock up with her dripping pussy. The groan I release when I push in is so loud that if she wasn’t drugged, the sound would no doubt wake her. I shudder in ecstasy, knowing I could spend an eternity in her pussy and never get enough.
Over the years, I've fucked numerous women. Growing up in the cartel, whores were provided to me as early as twelve years old. I've had every kind of pussy on the planet, and nothing has ever felt like my wife feels. The intensity of the pleasure is so strong that my eyes roll back in my head, and I struggle to hold my weight up off her.
This woman is the most addictive substance I've ever consumed. Contrary to my hopes, and despite the time I’ve spent away, my obsession with her has only intensified. I have to make sure she's as addicted to my cock, so I don't lose her.
The sound of her wet pussy echoes around the room as I maintain a steady rhythm, pushing all the way inside her and pulling back out, and it only serves to intensify my arousal. I did this to my wife. She's unconscious, but her body can't resist and is just as drawn to me as I am to her.
After a few more thrusts, I pull out, turning Serena over onto her stomach and pulling her hips up, then I shove myself into her pussy from behind. It's tighter at this angle, and I can get deeper inside of her.
Thrusting in and pulling out, I can't wait until my seed takes root and grows inside of my wife's body. She's going to be pregnant with my baby soon and I can't wait. She won't ever take him or her away from me. I'll lock her in the basement until our child is born. But something tells me she’ll comply eventually; Serena isn't the kind of woman who would walk away from her child. Making a child together will ensure she can't ever leave me.
The thought of her being pregnant almost makes me come. I can't wait to suck the milk from her breast as she grows and births my heir. I've never tasted breast milk before, and I never wanted to, but the thought of drinking from her body sends me into a frenzy. Just the thought sends ropes of cum streaming out of my cock, deep into her.
Leaving my cock inside of my wife, I adjust us where I can lie with her for just a little while longer. Keeping my cock warm inside of her also plugs her pussy and keeps my cum where it belongs. Being inside of her lures me into a sleep and it's the best four hours of rest I've had in days.
Upon waking up, I get dressed. After fixing Serena back to the way she was before I fucked her, I clean her pussy so that she won't know I've been here. I don't want her to take Plan B or any other form of birth control, thinking she can protect herself from me. This way, she won't even think about it.
After walking out the door, I check her trash to see if anything leaves a clue to what she's been doing in my absence. I find old takeout containers and broken glass; however, that's not what sends rage blazing through me. It's the black roses that piss me off. Who the fuck is sending flowers to my wife?
Picking up my cell phone, I dial Antonio. "Find out who is sending flowers to my wife."
"Yes, boss."
Whoever dares to try and steal my woman will be met with a surprise they won't forget. The deafening silence hangs in the air as my eyes pierce through the darkness, scanning every shadow for any signs of another man who has been around my wife. My heart pounds in my chest, a steady rhythm that matches the intensity of my determination. No one will dare to come between us, because if I cannot have her, no one will.
Fear shoots up my spine at the thought of losing her. She’s the only thing I've ever cared about and someone else wants a piece of her. No. I can’t allow it.
My thoughts race and I know they are irrational. Is she sneaking a man into her house when her guards aren’t watching?
I don’t know what the fuck is going on, but I’m determined to find out.