Chapter 24 Cortez
Chapter twenty-four
Cortez
Before I can think, I move, acting on the urge in my chest. I don’t know why I’m doing this. Perhaps it’s the softness of her voice as her perfect little mouth rambles. Or how she begs for the lives she barely knows. Or how swollen my damn dick is at the sight of her skimpy dress.
One hand tangles into her hair as I cup her face and crash my lips against hers. The kiss is not gentle. It’s a demand, a claim. She opens for me, my hungry grunts swallowing her gasp.
The ice pack clatters from her hands as she angles her head, pushing herself impossibly closer to me. One of her hands tangles in my hair, the other one roaming my chest and sliding underneath my shirt.
Oh, fuck! My muscles tense under her soft touch.
When I break the kiss, her lips are swollen. Her pupils are wide. She looks dazed and pleased at the same time.
“My room!” I grunt against her lips, carrying her bridal style out of the kitchen. The two guards are no longer there. I sent them away when I came home a couple of minutes ago.
All of a sudden, she pulls back and gasps. “Maria! S-She fell and I need to—”
“She’ll survive. I won’t,” I rasp, catching her lips back in mine.
We reach my room, and I set her down gently. Her eyes are hooded with lust just like mine.
“Strip,” I command with a groan. The word lands with weight. But she doesn’t move right away. She bites her lips, holds my gaze for a beat, then slowly lifts her short dress up.
I step back, crossing my arms, watching her with heavy eyes and a cock so hard and engorged it is uncomfortable to stand.
Her movements are slow and deliberate as they continue to tease and reveal her flesh. A rumble falls from my chest. She wants me to watch her while she takes her time.
The moment the last piece of clothing falls, I make her kneel.
“Down,” I rumble.
She drops. Submissive, naked, and needy before me.
“Good girl,” I say, already walking into my closet to bring out my tools.
When I return, I bind her wrists. She watches me, and I make her walk, hands bound, to the bed with a single gesture of my finger.
I follow behind her, watching her ass jiggle. Fuck. I want nothing more than to spread those cheeks and bury myself in her, but not so fast.
I want her to be aware of every second. Every command. Every flick of my fingers against her body. I need her to feel my full control over her.
She drops onto the edge of the bed, sitting and biting her lips sultrily as her eyes fall to my boner.
“Don’t make this harder, Princess,” I groan, standing between her thighs that she slowly opens. She looks at me for a split second, then her eyes fall back to the tent in my pants.
“What?” She licks her lips. I catch her humor. Naughty girl.
Releasing a growl, I take out the blindfold and gently cover her eyes.
Her nipples, now pearled, are the first things I touch—light at first, but I gradually apply pressure as she bites back a moan. Slowly, I trail my hands down her stomach until I get to her pussy. The flood in between her thighs makes me suck in a sharp breath.
Pausing for a moment, I sweep my gaze over her form. She’s needy, shivering…whimpering.
Lowering my head to her sex, I whisper against it. “Where do you want me to touch you, baby girl?”
She grinds her hips. “Here,” she breathes.
I grab the soft flogger from where I’d tossed it on the bed and wipe it across her perky tits. She moans, and my mouth and hand quickly latch onto both of them, pleasuring her simultaneously. I bite her nipple while my other hand softly kneads her other breast.
She moves her hips desperately, looking for more friction. “Words,” I whisper against her chest.
She arches her back, gasping. “Please just fuck me already.”
I lose it. I push her to the middle of the bed so that she’s lying on her back and immediately take my position above her. In one swift movement, my clothes come off, and my cock, which is now gleaming with precum, springs out. And then I just slam into her like my life depends on it.
Her moans are loud as I keep ramming into her wet cunt, feeling her tight muscles around my cock. Damn, she is so painfully young and so deliciously tight!
“Fuck! You’re built for sin, baby girl!” I groan.
As she rocks back and forth against my length, I enjoy how her luscious breasts bounce. Our bodies slam against each other, writhing and groaning; I feel her pussy erupt around me. The feeling damn near drives me over the edge.
“Not yet,” I growl. Hanging her legs over my shoulders, I slam into her fully—every last inch of my immense and girthy hard cock.
Fuck. It feels so damn good to admit that I can barely fit inside her because of how tight she is.
“Cortez!” She screams loudly. Damn! I slap her ass with a growl.
“That’s ‘Daddy’ to you!”
She doesn’t hesitate. “Daddy!”
“Too late now!” I growl as I pull out of her swollen pussy in a sudden move.
For a moment, she stills before begging me, “D-Daddy, please! Please, I can’t t—”
“Shhhh!” I quiet her and slide two fingers inside her dripping cunt. She writhes and tries to make more contact. I move my fingers inside her, against her walls, making sure to catch a lot of her juices. Then I pull them out and pull down her blindfold. “Look at me!”
She opens her eyes, too dazed and desperate from me pulling out of her again, and the sudden freedom of her eyes.
“Open your mouth baby girl, I want you to taste yourself!” I whisper against her neck and then I put one of the fingers I had inside her into her mouth. She doesn’t disappoint and closes her mouth around my finger, sucking on it while keeping my gaze. The move drives me insane.
“My turn! And I want you to watch me as I taste you,” I say as I put the other finger I had inside her pussy into my own mouth and suck it hard.
“So fucking sweet! Just as I thought!” I say, staring into her desperate eyes.
“Now tell me what you want, baby girl?”
“You, please. I…I want you to fill me up! Pl-Please-e-e!” The way she says it—begs it—is as if she is in a trance.
The sight of her waiting for me with those expectant eyes, and her long legs wide open for me, sends a surge of adrenaline through my body. As I get even harder, if at all possible, I adjust my position right in front of her pussy.
“Music to my ears, Princess! Take all of me like the good girl you are!” And with that, I ram back into her, making sure I bury my full length inside her.
She follows the movement, and we rock back and forth in tandem like two starved people just feasting on each other.
The view of her bouncing tits and the sound of my balls slapping against her cunt does things to my sanity.
As she struggles to reach for my chest, she begins to convulse with pleasure.
“Let me feel your essence on my cock.” My voice is rough as I feel my own release drawing near. In a few more thrusts, she’s screaming, and I’m groaning as we release together.
***
The ray of light from the window falls on the side of her face, giving her an ethereal look. I watch her chest rise and fall as her eyes remain shut in slumber.
Slowly, my eyes fall to her body, and I feel my dick twitch yet again. The swell of her breasts, the curve of her hips, and my fingerprints still imprinted in red marks on her ass. It’s all too beautiful.
I drink in her form until she stirs a little, her lips pouting, and I shake my head. I’ve fucked girls, yes, but what is it about her that keeps me enthralled? What is it about her that makes me falter with my rules?
Letting a girl in my room isn’t something I’ve ever done. It’s a privilege I’ve never allowed anyone access to…not even Mallory.
No. I quickly catch myself. What am I doing, comparing?
Clenching my teeth together, I rise from the bed and start to put on my clothes.
Knowing breeds feelings. Feelings breed…love. And love is betrayal, vulnerability. It’s a forbidden territory for me…enjoyed by only those who are worthy.
And I? I’m unworthy. It’s a fact I’ve long established since Mallory…and since I was abandoned as a child.
They say everything has a reason…and so does my past. Without it, I wouldn’t be the man I am today. I wouldn’t be Cortez Donatelli.
“Maria!” Her sharp gasp whirls me around, and I arch a brow at her. Her cheeks bloom red as she scampers messily for the duvet, covering her body. I arch another brow.
“I went downstairs to bring an ice pack because she hurt her back and—”
“It’s sorted,” I say. One of the guards found her, and Alej had called the doctor.
“But how? I mean, we were…” My eyes follow the heat that spreads to her neck.
I wonder why she’s blushing this much. We’ve had sex several times.
“Alej found her,” I say, then add to ease her worry, “Her daughter will replace her at work for now.”
Her brows furrow, and she shoots me a questioning stare. “Daughter?”
I nod. Maria and her family owe me after I saved Maria many years ago. “She owes me.”
“Oh, okay,” she bites her lips, averting her gaze with a deep breath. Then she asks, “Does she live here?”
“All the staff do.” I don’t know why I’m still here, attending to her questions, when I should simply walk away.
“Look, I feel guilty…responsible for her. Could you allow me to visit her in her room until she heals?”
Her gaze is soft as she lifts it to mine. Something about it tugs at my heart, and of course…my dick. I could never get tired of fucking her. I shove my hands into my pants pockets.
“Three days. You’re only allowed to visit her for three days.”
With that, I head out, only one thought in mind. I’m allowing her too much freedom…and I fear how closely correlated that is to trust.
Shaking all thoughts of her loose, I turn down the corridor. That bastard Ramirez managed to escape again. Slipped through the window when he saw all his men were dead.
Fucking coward. He can’t run for long. I have men looking for him.
I enter my office and walk briskly to my seat, slamming the door shut behind my back. Alej and the team have been working on getting anything on Vasquez’s pipelines while Selene finds out whatever she can.
Fuck. I hate having no choice but to stay still and wait. If only those cowards would attack with their full chest.
Smacking my lips, I take out my laptop, turning it on as I adjust in my seat. The mousepad feels soft beneath my fingers as I navigate to the documents and check the stocks.
My jaw ticks, eyes scanning the charts. As usual, everything is thriving. The real estate company, restaurants, hotels, and even casinos. But not the mafia.
If this keeps going on, our profits will reduce by forty percent in weeks. Fuck. Tugging the drawer open, I dive in for a smoke when the door flings open.
Alej walks in hastily, and I straighten myself.
“Boss,” he bows curtly. “We’ve found something.”
I throw the cigar back in the drawer, already knowing what it’s about. “What?”
I’d told him to reverse the logic. Instead of looking for what Vasquez left behind, we find what he made disappear. Compare records and find anything that links to him.
“We ran records like you asked. Compared the power grid with official land records. We found something.”
He drops the tablet on the table, pointing at a red location mark on the screen. “It’s a large warehouse on the outskirts, just by a lake. Draws power but seems like a ghost. No listed owner, tax payment, or other relevant dues.”
He lifts his head towards mine. “I’m not sure it’s Vasquez’s, but it’s worth checking out.”
My muscles tense as I pop my knuckles, holding his anticipating gaze. “Gather the men. Let’s go.”
***
I assess the building as Alej and I crouch hurriedly towards it. The warehouse looks abandoned, with parts of the roof barely hanging on top of the building and multiple dents from natural wear and tear in the structure. Where the walls are without dents, a long crack runs through.
Then something catches my attention. Flickering lights.
“Boss,” Alej calls out, and I nod.
“I see it.”
We get to the door, and Alej pushes it open. I quickly enter, drawing my gun, but I’m met with the most surprising sight I’ve ever seen.
A group of kids, no older than ten, is running around a stack of crates playing whatever game. They look like they have no clue about anything other than their game. I almost think we have the wrong location.
But the stack of crates and stale smell of drugs tell me we’re right where we should be. I lower my gun when one boy with messy hair and a faded T-shirt turns to me. His eyes widen.
“Somebody’s here!” he screams obnoxiously. They all scamper around, some hiding while others find whatever they can use as a weapon—pieces of wood, broken parts of crates…and even nylon.
What the hell is this?
Alej walks past me and crouches before a small girl.
“What are you doing here?” he asks her softly.
The girl bursts into tears.
He grunts and turns to another. “Who asked you to be here?”
The girl coils into herself, and the same boy who had noticed us steps in front of her. I cock a brow.
“Don’t scare my girlfriend like that.” He puffs his chest.
This has to be a joke.
I spot a girl sitting by herself in a corner and walk up to her, putting my gun away.
“Hello,” I say. She looks at me. Blonde hair, blue eyes. She must be somewhere between six and eight years old.
“You don’t look like Mr. Hendrix.” She tilts her head, eyes narrowing at me. “Who are you? Are you a cop?”
“Yes,” I answer, hoping she’s not as smart as she looks.
She shrugs, fiddling with something between her fingers. It looks to be a card—an ace of spades—folded into a dart. Kids!
“Who is Mr. Hendrix?”
“The guy who gives us all our money after we deliver powder.” Her voice is plain, her attention now on the dart she’s fiddling.
I crouch to her eye level. “What are you doing here?”
“We’re waiting for our money.” She stops playing with the card, then sighs. “We’ve already given the powder to the men and are waiting for money now.”
Money. That means someone’s coming.
I shoot a glance at Alej, who’s already tense, drawing his gun. My eyes do a quick scan of the warehouse again. Seems we’ll be waiting for Mr. Hendrix, too.
Turning to her, I ask, “Why this place?”
Her eyebrows arch, and she scrunches her face weirdly. “I don’t know. Ask Mr. Hendrix, dumb dumb.”
Kids and their big mouths!
Suddenly, a phone rings and my head snaps back at Alej’s. He listens for a while before turning to me.
“Boss. Two of our establishments have been hit. Five of our men are dead. Los Hierros are waging war.”