Chapter 12 #2
She parts her lips obediently, and I step closer, guiding my cock to her waiting mouth. When she wraps her lips around the head, I have to grit my teeth to hold back all of my control.
"Fuck, your mouth," I groan as she begins to bob her head, taking more of me with each downward stroke. "Such a good girl, taking my cock so well."
I thread my fingers through her hair, not guiding her movements but simply holding her. She moans around my shaft, the vibration making my hips jerk forward.
"That's it, baby. Show me how much you want this."
She hollows her cheeks, sucking harder, and I nearly lose it right there. But I have other plans for tonight. Plans that involve making her scream my name until she's hoarse.
"Enough," I say, gently pulling her off me. "Get on the bed. On your hands and knees."
She moves quickly to comply, positioning herself in the center of my bed with her ass in the air and her face pressed to the mattress. The sight of her like this—submissive, waiting, completely open to me—makes my cock throb painfully.
I retrieve the rope from my nightstand, along with a bottle of lube I hadn't introduced her to yet.
"I'm going to tie you up again," I tell her, running my hands over the curves of her ass. "But this time, you're going to stay like this while I worship every inch of you."
I start with her wrists, binding them to the headboard, then I trail my fingers down her spine, watching her shiver at my touch.
"You have no idea how beautiful you look like this," I murmur, pressing kisses along her back. "So perfect. All mine."
I take my time exploring her body, using my hands and mouth to map every sensitive spot. When I finally settle between her legs, she's practically sobbing with need.
"Please," she begs. "I need you so much."
I don't give her what she wants immediately. Instead, I tease her with light touches, barely-there licks, until she's writhing and pulling against her restraints.
"Patience," I scold gently. "Good girls wait for their reward."
When I finally seal my mouth over her clit and suck hard, she screams so loudly I'm sure the neighbors hear. I don't care. Let them know who's making her feel this good.
I work her with my tongue and fingers until she's right on the edge, then pull away just before she can tumble over. She sobs in frustration.
"Please, Sir. Please let me come."
"Not yet," I say, moving up to position myself behind her. "First, I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to claim this pussy so hard that every time you move tomorrow, you'll remember who you belong to."
I slide into her in one smooth thrust, and we both groan at the sensation. She's so wet, so tight, so perfectly made for me.
"God, you feel incredible," I grunt, beginning to move. "Like you were made for my cock."
I set a punishing pace, each thrust driving her forward on the bed. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mixed with our moans and gasps.
"Is this what you wanted?" I pant, leaning over her to speak directly in her ear. "To be fucked like the dirty girl you are?"
"Yes," she cries. "Yes, Sir. Harder, please."
I comply, driving into her with enough force to make the headboard bang against the wall. She pushes back to meet each thrust, taking everything I give her.
I take a moment and untie her restraints, staring into her beautiful eyes. "Touch yourself," I command. "Make yourself come on my cock."
She reaches between her legs with shaking fingers, circling her clit as I continue to pound into her. Within seconds, she's convulsing around me, her orgasm ripping through her so violently that she nearly collapses.
But I'm not done with her yet.
I pull out, ignoring her whimper, and flip her onto her back. Her hair is wild, her skin flushed and glistening with sweat. She's never looked more beautiful.
"I'm going to come inside you," I tell her, settling between her legs again. "Going to fill you up so much that you'll be leaking me for days."
Her eyes widen as I slide back into her, this position allowing me to go even deeper. I can see myself moving inside her, can see how perfectly we fit together.
"You're mine," I growl, punctuating each word with a hard thrust. "Say it."
"I'm yours," she gasps.
"Mine to protect."
"Yours to protect."
"Mine to fuck."
"Yours to fuck."
"Mine to love."
The words slip out before I can stop them, but I don't take them back.
Because it's true. Somewhere between her showing up at the clubhouse with a bruised face and tonight, I've fallen completely in love with this woman.
Then again, I've known her for years, so is it crazy? Maybe it is, but I don't care.
"Yours to love," she whispers, tears streaming down her face. "I love you too, Santiago."
Hearing my name on her lips as she confesses her feelings pushes me over the edge. I bury myself as deep as I can go and come with a roar, filling her just like I promised.
We stay like that for a while, both of us shaking from the intensity of what just happened. When I finally pull out, I gather her into my arms.
"Did I hurt you?" I ask, noticing the rope marks on her wrists.
"No," she assures me, snuggling closer. "It was perfect. You were perfect."
"I love you," I say again, needing her to hear it when we're not in the heat of passion. "I know it's fast, but—"
"It's not too fast," she interrupts. "I've been half in love with you for years. This just made it real."
My phone buzzes on the nightstand, but I ignore it.
"You should check that," Violet says. "What if it's about Derek?"
Reluctantly, I reach for the phone. It's a text from Cruel.
Got him. Clean up on aisle Derek. Won't be bothering anyone again.
Relief floods through me. "It's over. They found Derek."
"What happened?"
I consider how much to tell her. How much she really wants to know. "Let's just say he won't be a problem anymore."
She looks like she wants to ask more questions, but settles for nodding. "Good."
We lay together in silence for a while, her head on my chest, my fingers combing through her hair. Finally, she speaks.
"I want to go back to work on Monday."
"Are you sure you'll be ready?"
"Yes. I can't hide forever. Besides, my bruise should be gone by then, and I have some things I need to take care of."
"Like what?"
She hesitates. "There's something I haven't told you about my job. About why I really took it."
"What is it?"
She takes a deep breath. "My boss, Victorio? I think he might be my father."
I sit up slightly, looking down at her in surprise. "What?"
"My mother had an affair with a journalist when she was young. She never told him she was pregnant. The timing, the location, everything fits. And next week is my birthday—I turn twenty-five—and I've been planning to tell him."
This explains so much about her reluctance to take time off from work. "Vi, that's huge. Why didn't you tell me?"
"Because I wasn't sure if I was going to go through with it. But after everything that's happened, after almost losing—" Her voice breaks. "Life's too short to live with regrets."
I pull her closer, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "Whatever you decide, I'll support you. If you want me there when you talk to him, I'll be there."
"You would do that?"
"Baby, I'd do anything for you. Haven't you figured that out by now?"
She tilts her head up to kiss me softly. "I love you, Santiago Mendes."
"I love you too, Violet Martinez. And tomorrow, we start figuring out what comes next."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean it's time to make this permanent. Time to make sure everyone knows you're not just some woman I'm seeing—you're my woman. My old lady."
Her eyes widen. In the club, being someone's old lady is a serious thing. It means protection, respect, family.
"Are you sure?"
"I've never been more sure of anything in my life."
She smiles, bright and beautiful and full of joy. "Then yes, I'll be your old lady."
As I hold her in my arms, I think about how much my life has changed in just a few days. A week ago, I was just a lawyer by day, biker by night. Now I'm a man in love with a woman who makes me want to be better, stronger, more than I ever thought possible.
Derek won't be a problem anymore. Violet is safe, and for the first time in a long time, the future looks brighter than I ever hoped.