Chapter 32
thirty-two
Matias
Breathe. In. Out.
Even then, my breath comes out in ragged waves when Natalia pores over the pictures between us.
Photos of her and that police officer. The one she was supposed to be over with.
I clench my jaw shut to keep myself from blurting all the questions that have been circling in the back of my head since Toledo dropped them off a couple of hours ago.
Natalia finally meets my gaze, her lips pressed into a thin line.
“Oh, Matias.” Her eyes soften, and the affectionate look somehow makes me feel worse. Angrier. I clench my hands around the solid wood of my desk, trying very hard not to give in to the jealous monster in the back of my head.
Most men would piss themselves at the idea of crossing me. Only Natalia thinks to reach across my desk and place her hand over my own. I want to push her away, to salvage a shred of my pride and stop touching her like a desperate bastard.
I turn over my hand and clasp her hand in mine.
“I told you to pick, Natalia. Him or me.”
“It’s not how it looks.” She glances at the pictures between us and frowns. “They really got the worst angles of that hug. It wasn’t romantic at all,” she says matter-of-factly. “I was trying not to throw up on his boots.”
“I really don’t appreciate the jokes right now.”
She draws her hand away, brow arching. “Yeah, well, I don’t like being followed by your secret paparazzi.”
“Yeah? How do you think I feel looking at these?” I pick up one of the pictures and fling it between us. “I told you to stay away from him.”
Natalia rolls her eyes. “I asked him to escort me because I knew it’d be easier to talk to Papa if I had a cop next to me. That’s it! You think if I wanted to cheat on you I’d walk into a correctional facility with a cop? Don’t you think this is kind of insulting?”
I can’t think of much past the pictures, and that’s the problem.
And although Natalia’s answer should make me feel better, it doesn’t.
Because just a few weeks ago, she was kissing that man outside the police station.
Just like she used to kiss me behind her father’s back. Like she kissed me last night.
“I don’t know, Natalia. You have a history of repeating your flings.”
She glares at me. “Wow. You know what?” She opens her mouth, and then seems to think better of it. “No, never mind. This is what I get for trying to help you.”
“I’m the biggest mover in the city, I don’t need your help!” She rears back as if I’ve struck her. I pause, the red in my gaze clearing momentarily, but before I open my mouth to apologize, she launches at me first.
“You are such a fucking hypocrite!” Her voice echoes in the room, eyes flashing with fury. “You get to push your help on people whether they want it or not, but God forbid I ask around to make sure you don’t get killed during this stupid sale.” Her chest heaves as she moves towards me.
“What about when you decided to ‘help’ me by being a high-handed asshat and breaking up with me? How about that?” The silence between us makes my ears ring. She lets out a choppy breath, reaching on the ground for her bag and clambering to her feet.
“Where are you going?” Natalia says nothing, her short hair swaying as she whirls on one foot and strides towards the door. “Hey—we’re not done here.”
“Speak for yourself. I’m out of here.” I fly across the room, holding the door shut when she tries prying it open. Natalia tenses in the cage of my arms, breathing heavily under her breath, the heat of our bodies mingling between us.
“Move, Matias.”
“Where are you going?” I grip her arm with the intention of coaxing her to face me, dread rising in my stomach when she pulls away from me.
“Are you going to see him?” My voice sounds tense to my own ears, and I hate it.
I hate that under the anger, there’s something else.
A desperate ache, a slithering in the pit of my stomach when I think of another man knowing her the same way I do.
I left her. I broke up with her. I know I don’t have a foot to stand on, to reproach her, but goddamn it, the thought of another man putting his hands on her makes me want to commit homicide.
“I’m not going to see him. I’m going home. Move.”
I hold the door tighter. “I’m not moving. We need to talk about this.”
“What is there to talk about? You can’t handle the thought of me having a friend who also happens to be a man.”
“He’s your ex!” I shout, biting my lip as the cracks of my resolve fall apart.
“How am I supposed to be okay with you being around him? That there’s another man out there that knows you like I do?
That you go to for help?” I want to be the one to help her—to solve her problems. But escorting her into a correctional facility isn’t something I’d be able to do—and it kills me.
Natalia slows and then turns to face me. The fire has faded from her eyes a bit, and when she takes a deep breath, the heat in my stomach cools.
“We went on one date, Matias. We met after Sylvia’s case, and his grandmother owns the duplex where I live. We’re not that close.” She says quietly, biting her lip. “He doesn’t…Dom doesn’t know me the way you do. No one does.”
The crude relief that slams into me would make a grown man laugh.
I’m helpless, at her mercy, pushing out a deep breath when she gives me a furtive smile.
Like the angry fist around my chest suddenly decided to let go.
I reach up, smoothing a hand down her hair, tugging her towards me until her face is pressed into my chest.
“Don’t talk to him again.” I say hoarsely, biting back a frustrated noise when she rolls her eyes.
Natalia will always do what she pleases. And damn her, I’m not going to do a damn thing to stop her.
“Or what?” Her voice drops, the warmth of her hand coming up and stroking my jaw. “What will you do? Kill him?”
“Maybe.”
What greets me is the sound of a temptress laughing in my face.
“No, you won’t.” She presses a kiss against my jaw, her lips peppering a warm, soft trail until she’s whispering in my ear.
“I’m yours. More than you know.” Her eyes are heavy, pulling me in with a gravitational pull I can’t figure out—but it doesn’t matter. None of that matters right now.
Nothing matters when Natalia gives me a heated look and turns the lock on the office door, sealing us inside.
There’s nothing on this planet like kissing my girl.
Especially when she’s waiting for me, soft lips greeting me as soon as I lean down, the sigh from her lips mingling between us.
She’s so pretty it hurts when she’s fired up like this.
When she fights back and throws my own bullshit in my face, and still wraps her arms around me, faults and all.
Her thighs wrap around my hips as I lift her off the ground, the delicate skate of her fingers on my shoulder blades shooting like lightning through my limbs.
The floral pink wrap dress rides up her thighs, and when I place her on the center of my desk, it feels like I’m about to unwrap a present I’ve been waiting for my entire life.
The warmth between her legs seeps against my dick, and the sensation makes it hard to focus on anything—even the words coming out of her mouth.
I shake my head. “What did you say?”
“I said, I finally put some of that money of yours to use.” She says, and I’m sure those twinkling eyes of hers are laughing at me. “I got myself something nice. Sit down.” And then her bare foot comes up, pretty manicured toes pushing me into my chair.
I’m not ready for the moment she stands before me and brings my hand to the ties holding her dress together.
The only sounds in the room are our labored breaths. Natalia watches me, and I stare up at her, the dainty scrap of fabric coming undone at the slightest tug.
My throat bobs when the dress slides down her shoulders.
Natalia glances down at herself, her hair forming a curtain across her face.
“Do…do you like it?” By it, she’s referring to the barely-there scraps of fabric holding up those glorious tits of hers.
The pink lace is delicate against her honey skin, a little constellation of freckles trailing from her chest to the soft sloping lines of her belly.
The lingerie is delicate, feminine, and absolutely brings me to my knees. Just like the woman wearing it. I have trouble finding the right words, and then Natalia turns around and gives me a glimpse of the matching thongs.
“Bend over the desk.” I say immediately, stroking the gorgeous curve of her ass.
She giggles, the sound making me horny and warm with something I can’t place at the same time.
“Not yet.”
“Please.” I don’t care if it sounds like I’m begging, I’ll sell my soul for one more night with her if I have to.
“Hm. I like it when you say that.” I know someone in the universe made her just for me. Her smile, her voice, her kisses, that body…is all for me. There’s no separating us. I was made for her. She was made for me.
It’s really that simple.
That’s the only coherent thought I’m able to form. Because Natalia turns around to face me, her eyes smiling and heated, and then she kneels between my legs.
All the blood goes straight to my dick.
“I want to hear you begging again.” She whispers, cocking her head.
There’s an embarrassing tent in front of my jeans, and when Natalia smooths her small hand over my jeans, I almost come off my seat.
I move clumsily, undoing my belt and easing my pants off before she changes her mind.
I’m not sure which God I’ve got to thank for this, but I’ll never turn down a blowjob.
Especially from her.
After years of only having my hand for relief, the sight of her small hand wrapped around my shaft makes my heart stumble.
She strokes up and down, seemingly taking a perverse amount of pleasure when I tense up to meet her strokes.
“Remember when you taught me how to do this?” How could I not? Teaching her how I liked to be sucked was one of the hottest moments of my life. The whispers between us, the doe-eyed looks she gave me with my cock in her mouth…
I jerk in her mouth at the memory.
And goddamn it, she was always a quick study. Natalia’s head bobs up and down, her hot tongue sliding against my undershaft, full lips sucking around my head at the end of every up-stroke.
“Fuck.” I mutter under my breath, winding my fingers in her hair and setting the speed. Easy. Firm. Not too hard—I don’t like the look on her face when she chokes. I hate it.
“My princess.” I whisper, stroking her beautiful face when she challenges herself to take me deeper, to hollow out her cheeks more, to stare at me through watery eyes. “You are so fucking beautiful.”
I moan lowly, fighting the urge to buck into her mouth. “Let me see your tongue, baby. Please.” Natalia releases me with a quiet pop and sticks out her pink tongue, eyes full of love and need. The look goes straight to my balls, and when I slap my dick against her mouth, I realize how close I am.
“Don’t come.” She warns. “I want you to come inside of me.”
I grip my dick roughly, to remind myself of who’s in charge. “Then bend over the desk. I’m going to come in your mouth if you don’t move.”
We move at the same time. I clear all the shit off my desk in one fell swoop, and Natalia rips her poor excuse for panties down her legs. Slick moisture glistens between her thighs, and I test her where I need her the most, sliding two fingers in her pussy as she leans over the desk.
She’s so fucking perfect, it’s like she was made for me.
I slide my length between her legs, the sound of her slick pussy parting for me downright obscene in the silence of the office. The light of the banked fire washes over her, shadows dancing over the lines of her abdomen as she braces herself against the desk.
I place one hand over her hip to steady her and use the other to guide myself inside. To slide home.
It takes a minute, of pushing slowly, caressing her ass, and playing with her clit, but in time she warms up to me.
“You’re a fucking angel, you know that?” I caress the small of her back, groaning when I slide in all the way, her heat searing me from the inside out. “My angel.” I groan. “Can I move, Florecita? Please tell me I can fuck you.”
She glances at me over her shoulder, her eyes unfocused and lust-glazed. “Say that again. Ask me nicely.”
And damn her, I do. “Please let me fuck you, baby. I need you. I go crazy without you.”
Natalia responds by leaning against the desk and thrusting back against me. The movement is the only permission I need to move, thrusting in and out in steady strokes.
Her moans are buried against my desk, her voice chopping when I speed up. The beautiful globes of her ass bounce with each thrust, and I reach down, cupping the soft flesh before spanking her until she’s nice and pink all over.
She moans with each strike, the soft lines of her back tensing with each thrust. She’s close. She’s almost there.
And I know exactly what will send her over the edge.
“Do you remember when I taught you how to take me here?” My voice is raw, barely holding it together when I wet my thumb with her own juices and slide it up, up, up to her puckered hole. The one she used to be so scared of.
“Do you remember how hard you came, baby?” Natalia’s only answer is a garbled whimper, her tits bouncing, ass slapping against my hips with each snap of my hips.
So good. So tight.
I circle that secret place, smiling perversely when I feel her quickening around me. Not long now. Finally, when I work my thumb inside, I ease her back up and brush the hair out of her face.
“I missed this so much.” I tell her quietly, deepening my thrusts to push her closer to her orgasm. “I missed the way you always took me like a fucking queen. All mine. Eres mia.” I loved teaching everything she wanted to learn about.
Every perverse game we played in the dark.
Was it really so perverse if we both loved every second of it?
“Whose pussy is this?” I use my free hand to circle her clit, pausing to listen to her speak. “Who, baby?”
“Yours.” She moans. “Only you.” And then she falls over the edge, her pussy clenching around me, pulling me so deeply I have no choice but to follow her over the edge.
And when the haze finally clears, I realize there aren’t any dark corners I’m not willing to follow her into.