14. Sovereign #3
After showering, I put on some leggings and a Christian Dior top with matching sandals. I noticed my makeup bag was missing and had to calm myself down. I didn’t just freely walk around with the tattoos on my face showing they were intimate to me. I didn’t like people asking questions.
I walked around the big empty house for about ten minutes until I heard voices outside.
The kitchen leading to the huge backyard.
I stood at the sliding glass watching a couple of chicks dip in and out the pool chasing each other and laughing.
Malice stood shirtless with Gucci swim trunks riding low on his waist. He looked like he was in pure amazement by the fire he started on the BBQ grill.
I watched the dude that I learned was Killa stand and smoke while he chopped it up with a scary looking big dude that kept a straight face.
He sat in front of a glass table that had a container of meat with a lid on top.
As if he sensed me from across the yard. Malice turned and looked directly at me winking.
“What you waiting on chica?” I turned around and Roberto stood behind me with a bikini pink bottom on. I admired his eight pack as he fanned his face with his hands like he was burning up. The house was way cooler than my Abuela’s. Malice had the Ac on, which I greatly appreciated.
“Just woke up.” I kept it short as I turned and continued to scan the backyard. I didn’t know these people, and this wasn’t my crew.
“I’m going outside with my girls, and to catch a tan. It’s a nice hot day, I’m just happy my hermano invited me.” I wanted to ask if his brother would be pissed by him coming outside with a damn thong on but held my question and decided to ask something else.
“You and Inferno aren’t that close?” I asked as I stepped to the side leaving space for him to exit if he wanted to.
“Not really, I try to build a bond, but Malice thinks all my father’s’ children hate him.
Most of those Perra’s do but not me. I admire my hermano.
He’s smart and besides his crazy demeanor, I know he has a good heart.
” A look of sadness crossed his face before he smiled and continued.
“No matter what, I want him to know I love him, you know. Him and my father the only people that accept me for me, instead of judging. Now come outside, so I can tell you everything you need to know about your husband.” He smiled making me roll my eyes.
“I’ll be out soon. I’m going to find something to snack on.”
“Si, don’t take forever. Put on a swimsuit, I want to see how that booty looks without clothes.” We both giggled. I wasn’t that opened to doing anything of the sort. I didn’t even know how to swim and would panic if the water came up to my neck.
Opening up the pantry in the kitchen I went straight for the instant cinnamon oatmeal.
Next, I opened up the refrigerator and grabbed the uncured bacon.
Since a kid I loved eating oatmeal with bacon.
I was surprised that Malice stuck up rich ass had basic meals in his kitchen.
I imagined him having a chef and food already being prepared.
I heard the sliding glass door opening and didn’t look up, I already imagined it being Roberto coming back in to check on me. After seconds passing by and me smelling the stench of BBQ, I knew it was him. The small hairs on my skin stood up and my stomach started fluttering.
“Burna boy, what’s good?” I chuckled turning the fire low on the stove. My water was boiling and ready to put inside the bowl of oatmeal.
“Your ring, you will wear it.” I could hear his footsteps drawing near. Flipping my bacon, ignoring his statement, I remained quiet until I thought of something to say.
“This is just business between us.” I reminded.
“Last night, was passion, your tears, and the feel of that gushy ass pussy on my dick. I bet that pussy talking right now. They always do when their excellency is near.” I could hear the cockiness in his voice.
“You need something?” He pressed up against my ass, I could feel him rocking up.
“I think you need something else from me. Then we can talk about all the drugs you’re flying into the states. I don’t think that’s a good move.” I turned around facing him.
“That’s my business with my gang, it has nothing to do with you.” I snipped, eyeing him, daring him to challenge me.
“It’s cartel drugs. My father and your Abuela got the same stamp now on all drugs. She should have told you to ask me. I could have your shit transported through caskets and delivered to a mortuary in two days. You can’t move drugs that recklessly just because you have a hand me down jet.”
A look of annoyance took over his face as I shrugged.
“I guess I’m willing to take my chances.” I tried to turn around, but he placed his large hand on my shoulder.
“You won’t, now I’m telling you how the drugs will be transported.
My syndicate is now protecting your petty gang.
Free of charge since this is a union. If you don’t want to listen, then I will enjoy burning that fucking jet right on the runway.
He released my shoulder, I turned away from him and took my bacon out the skillet placing it on a paper towel to dry up the grease.
“You just need to remember that this is business, Malice.”
“And you need to remember that we work as a team rather we like each other or not. That pussy thinks other wise.” He smacked me on the ass and that was all it took for my clit to start back thumping.
I decided to fuck with him since he constantly fucked with me.
I knew my pussy was good and it had him feigning for more.
I turned around and slid my hand along his length.
Power rippled through me as I stared into those magical eyes of his.
He reached down and grabbed both ass cheeks and squeezed tight.
“Careful, Sovereign.” He warned me but I ignored him.
I planned on having some fun. Reaching into his shorts my hand slid on slick hard skin.
I could feel his dick veins on the palm of my hand.
I got lost to the feel of him, vaguely aware that we were in the kitchen, people could easily walk in here and I think the thrill of that was sending me into overdrive.
The scent of him invaded my nose, I closed my eyes briefly and allowed myself to breathe.
His thick lips pressed against my neck as his hands roamed all over my body.
Yanking my leggings down until they hit the tile floor.
I didn’t have time to stop and think on what I was doing because I didn’t know.
Our sexual chemistry was strong. I wanted to see for a second time was it even real because this marriage wasn’t.
It felt like I was melting right in front of him. The feel of his rough hard fingertips grabbing my soft fluffy breast underneath my shirt had me in a zone. A low murmur escaped my lips as he captured them into his hot mouth and explored with his tongue.
Wounding my arms around his strong neck, he lifted me effortlessly and moved us from in front of the stove. I enjoyed the way his long-muscled body flexed under me as he moved. Malice lips found my shoulder and he bit down hard then sucked.
“You need to pace yourself with the dick you receive from me. You keep this shit up and that pretty ass pussy gone hurt all the time.” He traced his tongue up my neck.
I didn’t even know when he pulled his dick out, but it was sitting right between my hot silk opening. I wrapped my legs tightly around him.
“Fuck me Malice.” I didn’t care how thirsty I sounded. His eyes flickered with lust as he thrusted inside of me. Planting his feet against the tiled floor, he bounced me slowly up and down his dick. Gripping my ass, he angled my hips down as he drove deep inside to the hilt.
He growled and a moan ripped free from me.
It felt like he belonged right here inside of me and a crazy part of me felt like I would want this feeling forever.
Sex clouded the brain; I could control and handle myself without getting lost in this situation.
Dick like this made women do crazy shit.
I already had power at the tips of my fingers and money so in my mind it wouldn’t hurt to get some good dick on the side.
In the back of my mind though, I knew something more complicated was brewing between Malice and me.