11. Chapter 8 - Aaron
“ I s the blindfold necessary, Mi Reina ? Should I not know where I am being taken?”
I tugged in amusement at the silk scarf Hillary had tied around my face as her driver drove us to her secret apartment. She’d picked me up from the lowest level of my office tower’s parking garage. The dull gray concrete walls were my last view before I welcomed the darkness of the eye covering.
How appropriate I would enter my new life as a blinded man. Perhaps I would be granted the gift of new sight—a revised lens to regard my empire from atop my crumbled throne .
“It’s just a precaution, Aaron.” Her tone was blunt, laced with exasperation. “We need to keep this location contained.”
I didn’t point out the fallacy of this plan, when Kellan and inevitably our Irish tagalong would likely end up within the confines of the building as well. The two men were magnets to my beautiful companion; wherever she was, they would follow.
As I followed now.
Nodding absently and entertaining the mediocre attempts at subterfuge, my thoughts turned to the many plans we’d already put into play.
Our paperwork was signed and sealed. I’d relinquished full control of the assets in my name and the decision-making power of my companies to Lane Enterprises, specifically Hillary Lane, thanks to her lawyer’s expedient delivery.
I had packed nothing but the few pieces of casual clothing I owned, some trinkets of value, and a selection of books that had long lived on my nightstand with the best of intentions. There was nothing more I wanted.
Kellan was to bring me an untraceable replacement phone and laptop, but it wouldn’t be today. The annoying Irishman was also helping my cause, securing a new identity and passport from a series of his contacts.
I was about to wipe my existence from this earth, and the only three people who knew my heart still beat were the woman who made it so, the man who had been supposed to halt it from pumping, and the meddling irritant somehow providing the illegal documents to keep me hidden.
I had my own connections to provide such a thing—my family’s counterfeiting side of the business ranged from government documents to famous artwork, but dead men had no allies, and to be clear, I was very much a dead man.
Kellan was going to fake my demise in a car accident off a gorge outside of Cascade Falls, under the guise that my body d isappeared down the river, never to be found. When I’d handed over the keys to my Mercedes for the ruse, regret swirled in the recesses of my heart. Jacques loved that car, and it had been my intention to gift it to him. I’d opted to leave him a different one in my will.
My newly renovated building had also been left to Hillary, for whatever purpose she deemed fit. I’d had so many plans for my empire with that space. Another pain to my heart.
The timing of these changes was questionable. Sebastien was instructed to manipulate the will notes to thwart any suspicion my death was faked or planned. I could only hope client confidentiality would hold and he wouldn’t betray my confidence. Under Kellan’s watchful eyes, perhaps he wouldn’t.
The Cartel man’s loyalty to me was surprising, and yet, I trusted him entirely. He’d spared my life. Then he had revealed a damning secret I hadn’t earned, and was now taking serious risks to protect me.
It was not me he was ultimately trying to serve, though; every glimpse of Mi Reina in his gaze told me he was as besotted by her as I was. His motivations were not my concern; his actions kept me under a powerful shield until I could sharpen my sword—the least I could do was offer the man my trust in return.
Once the new laptop was in my hands, I would enlist my dark-web connections to contribute; to turn on my parents and their agenda—the online evil powers that did not know my real name or purpose.
Perhaps in that regard, the techy Irishman could offer something useful.
“Aaron?” Hillary’s soft voice and touch brushed against the back of my hand.
“Apologies.” I groped for her hand, threading her delicate fingers through my own and squeezing for good measure. “My mind is elsewhere.”
She clicked her tongue but remained silent, her smooth skin growing warm beneath my palm. It was a new sensation, holding her hand with no other motive; her comfort soothed the collection of thoughts and I tucked them away for examination later.
I traced the lines of her palm with the pad of my thumb, the lack of sight heightening the sensation of her touch. Pinpricks of awareness tiptoed up my spine; I longed to touch her like this everywhere—to explore her body in ways I’d never appreciated before.
Dead men were romantics, it would seem.
“We’re here.” Hillary tore her hand from mine before I could think of another damning thought. The vehicle came to an abrupt halt, jolting me forward. A blast of chilled air hit the uncovered parts of my face before slender, deft fingers gently removed my blindfold.
Twilight colored the dark square building in front of me a coppery gold. The air was dead quiet. Hulking mountains surrounded all sides of the nondescript outpost. A dusting of snow crunched underfoot as she led me to the side door. Her driver hovered behind us as an eye scanner and thumb print released the mechanism on the metal door to open.
She and Hillary shared a look full of significance before the driver walked in ahead of us and proceeded down a dark hallway on the main floor. We didn’t follow; instead, my escort took an immediate left and led me down a sterile stairwell to the level below.
We passed through a ballroom-sized space full of metal shelving, most of it empty, save for a few paper boxes and what appeared to be a lifetime supply of bottled water, toilet paper, and protein bars.
Another thumbprint opened access to a series of shelves along what appeared to be a concrete wall. Beyond was a small foyer with coat hooks and a welcome mat. She flicked a switch beside me, and the door swung closed behind us, leaving us in complete darkness.
“ Sorry,” she said thickly, her voice muffled in the cramped space. Another flick of plastic, and the electronic hum of tube lighting, then brilliant white flooded the interior.
She pulled me through the opening while I blinked rapidly, dazed by spots of tiny fireworks filling my vision at the abrupt change.
When my body finally shook off the assault to my senses, I took stock of my new home. It was… pleasantly surprising.
The open concept kitchen and living room area looked like any other modern apartment; warm, marble-tiled floors and white kitchen cabinets with a black quartz island made up the primary cooking area—not all that different from her setup at home. I eyed the small espresso machine sitting innocently on the counter and couldn’t stifle my chuckle. My Queen would still get her perfect coffee, even through an apocalypse.
Comfortable-looking leather furniture in creams and champagne pink filled the smaller living space on the opposite side of the room. A wall of filled bookshelves along the back held enough reading material for a two-year shut-in.
Most impressive were the beams of what appeared to be natural light coming from strategic cutouts on the ceiling and walls, as if sunlight were breaking through the thick concrete.
“Have you been preparing for the end of days, Mi Reina ? It would seem this was not designed for my comfort.” I raised an eyebrow at the coffee machine, and she smiled sweetly.
“I’m prepared, Aaron. With Daddy’s enemies and my own, you never know when you’re going to need your own little home away from home.” Her voice held a light tone, but the forced smile faltered. Her blue gaze peered into my own. “I know it’s not your home, and I know this is going to be an adjustment, but I—”
I pulled her body toward me, not allowing her to finish apologizing for offering me shelter and safety. My lips crashed down into hers, forcefully removing the words from her tongue with my own as I demanded entrance. Small hands gripped my wrists as I pushed her forward and pressed my muscles against her smaller form until her thighs hit the couch cushion behind her.
Her body melted into mine, our kiss scorching into a frantic melee of sucks and nips as my hands crept into her hair to hold her in place; I was determined to dismantle her before fucking her properly.
I pulled away only far enough to whisper as I licked a trail of fevered kisses down the column of her neck.
“I am going to fuck you, Mi Reina . I will fuck every thought out of your head until you can no longer speak such silly things. The only words on your pretty tongue are to be ‘please’, ‘yes’, and gasping my name. Tell me you understand.”
This wispy waif of a woman moved mountains and battled bears, with no hesitation—ruthless, bold, cunning, and brave. The violent need to unravel her coiled springs, to loosen every tightly wound fiber of her control, overtook all my senses. I couldn’t let her leave until I had her.
Gripping the base of her skull harder, I tilted her head upward to peer into her soul through the shades of her blue eyes, awaiting my answer.
“Yes,” she breathed. The light tone hardened my dick with its gentle caress. Tears collected in the corners of her eyes as I continued to pull on the roots of her hair, but my gaze never wavered from the beauty of her surrender. “ Please , Aaron.”
This woman used me, choked me, tortured my body into submission, but never had she begged me. Her pleading moan d issolved all manner of my control and my body succumbed to vicious, urgent need .
Releasing my hold, I let my hands fall to the zipper of her jacket and tugged it down to its base. I yanked it off her shoulders while my aching cock demanded to see her bare before me.
My hands gripped the hem of her cashmere sweater and pulled it swiftly over her head. She wore black delicate eyelet lace barely covering the erect pink of her nipples. Dropping to my knees, I buried my face between her breasts and mouthed the dainty fabric to suck on the flushed skin beneath.
She writhed, her body so responsive to my every ministration. I continued to lavish her nipples with my mouth as my hands roamed downward to remove her tight jeans. Following the heat of her skin once the pants were properly settled on the floor, I skated my hands across her calves, her thighs, and directly to the sticky heat of her cunt. Slick desire coated my fingers when I slipped them through her folds and I relished her whimpers as she bucked against my touch.
I would never be the only one to touch her this way, but I would ensure my brand on her skin, between her thighs, inside the deepest parts of her, could never be removed by another. Mi Reina would forever carry my imprint. She was mine .
“I will taste you before I fuck you.”
The declaration made her eyes roll to the back of the head before I abandoned her nipples for the flavor of her clit. I nuzzled her swollen nub with little licks before latching my entire mouth over her cunt. She let out a ragged cry, breathlessly moaning my name while my top lip vibrated against her clit and my tongue delved in to suck every drop of her desire.
Her sweetness enveloped me, a scent and taste I would never be rid of, her ownership a proud reminder of the woman I coveted as my forever. Let the other men in her life smell her on my flesh and know they would never be rid of me.
Grabbing the plump flesh of her ass, I held her in place, her body desperately trying to let go as I continued my punishing pace. Within moments, her legs trembled and a flood of sweet cum coated my tongue—the delicious sounds of her orgasm caused my trapped cock a wealth of pain.
I stood and wrapped my arms around her before she could fall to the floor. Carrying her to a large circular reading chair on the other side of the room, I nestled her into the cushions. She looked up at me, dazed satisfaction relaxing her features.
I loved seeing Mi Reina like this—unencumbered, filled with pleasure, and free from her pain.
I needed her to be filled with my cum, myself free of the pain of loving her from afar.
The winter jacket I wore dropped to the floor, my shirt unbuttoned and trousers shucked in quick movements, before my honed body was on full display.
Dazed and beautiful storm blue eyes appraised me, her stare lingering on my swollen cock leaking pre-cum, ready to impale her.
The unfiltered trust shining through her gaze nearly broke me—my love for this woman swelled from deep within the bowels of my damaged heart.
“I will not hurt you, Mi Reina —but I am a desperate man.” I stepped closer. “I will tear you in two with my cock and glue you back together with my cum.”
She bit her lip, the pouty pink flesh taunting me at the promise. Pulling her up by her chin, I bit the taunting skin, sucked it back into my mouth to soothe it, forcing her taste onto her tongue.
Then I fucked her into two pieces.
I pulled her hips forward and thrust in without warning. Her welcoming heat held me hostage as I forced myself as deeply as she’d allow, relishing the stretch of her around my cock. Drawing back, I pounded into her again, forcing her thighs open to take more of me with every slap of skin.
The symphony of our bodies in motion was tempestuous music; haunted and soothing, possessed and depraved. I would record the sound of it next time—to remind me of the beautiful notes when the rest of our world lay in ruin.
She clung to my shoulders, nails scraping across my skin and drawing blood.
I relished her marks on my skin as I tattooed myself on her walls, claiming her just as she claimed me, our fates intertwined as if written in the stars themselves.
I was a believer in nothing—there were no gods to guide us or prophecies to provide—but I believed in her, as she believed in me.
I slowed my pace and drew her closer to my body, cradling her against my chest as I thrust in long, torturous strokes.
“I love you, Mi Reina .” I kissed the apples of her cheeks, her eyelids, and settled one final kiss to her forehead before cupping her jaw and seeking the truth in her own eyes. “You do not need to say it back, but it is the truth of my heart.”
Glazed, lustful eyes widened, but she did not shrink from my pronouncement. A silence settled between us—I continued to move languidly into her body, gently caressing her walls with my cock as her thighs wrapped around my waist to keep me there.
We fucked like this for minutes, the tension building as our gazes held, a staring contest for lovers desperate to stay in the moment. Her muscles tensed against me, seconds from her release, when she finally broke eye contact.
“Aaron, I”—she closed her eyes and drew in a shaky breath, her flushed cheeks flooding to crimson—“I...love you, too, mi caballero oscuro . ”
Her dark knight . I would cherish the endearment for the remainder of my short life.
She sobbed through her orgasm and clung to me as we bore the relief of our confessions. Grinding my hips for one last stroke, I released into her, the sweetest satisfaction of her words and her body unleashing a potent euphoria from deep within my soul.
Mi Reina . My Queen. My love.