23. Chapter 20 - Hillary
“ I f you have any news on our son’s whereabouts, please reach out to our hotline.”
Veronica’s simpering appeal blared through my phone speaker, interrupted by Vicente’s soothing baritone. “A reward will be offered to anyone bringing forth accurate information. We just want our son back.”
The two of them stood at the mayor’s podium, the public plea for their only son’s return the biggest farce I’d heard this year. Veronica wore a long, fitted black dress, a netted covering over her face like a 1930s damsel in mourning, and Vicente completed the picture with a tailored black suit and red-rimmed eyes.
I choked on a bitter scoff as I shut off my phone, shifting my gaze to the missing man in question.
“Laying it on thick, aren’t they?”
I caught Aaron’s eye across the living room; he was splayed out on the couch opposite me, laying on his back with his nose in an art history book. I hadn’t even known he liked art.
He snapped the book shut and shifted in his seat. Rolling his long body to the side to face me, his dark eyes seared into mine.
“They are dutiful parents, yes?” he deadpanned, his emotionless stare betraying nothing, as if we were discussing something as demure as the weather. “Ensuring I am fully dead before planning my funeral.”
“They’re vile humans,” I spat, my wrath at the Rodriguez pair no longer hidden. “The only good thing to come from them is you.”
“Oh?” His lips quirked up the tiniest fraction. “Is Mi Reina plotting revenge on my behalf? I believe your torture palace is no longer an option.”
He was teasing me. Maybe Lucky was right; despite the chaos surrounding us at every turn, Aaron was discovering his sense of humor.
I liked it.
“One day, Aaron, I will show your parents exactly what I think of them,” I declared vehemently, the words now a solemn pact between us. “Although your methods seem to be far more effective than mine.”
I quirked a challenging eyebrow, calling him out on his Sweeney Todd impersonation for the first time. His eyes blazed at the mention of it, a tempting mix of power and pleasure.
“It is unfortunate that I learned that method from my father. Unfortunate for him, since that will be the way he enters his coffin.”
The words sent a toe-curling shiver down my spine, but not out of fear.
Fuck, had Aaron always been this sexy? He’d always been devastatingly handsome—tall, dark, and dreamy in fitted suits with fantastic hair—but something about the dangerous demon within him made me wetter than his sweet words ever could.
I wasn’t going to spend any time analyzing that realization right now. I had enough problems to worry about if I had a sociopath fetish.
“Your hate for them is personal, Mi Reina . I am flattered to think you are protecting me, but there is more. What is it?”
Well, that took a ninety-degree turn. My face flushed hot at the memory; a silly insignificant moment that shouldn’t have any bearing over my adult feelings, but it did.
“There are many reasons to hate your parents without any personal feelings whatsoever, Aaron.” I waved dismissively, as if him bringing up the possibility of more hadn’t caused a visible reaction on my cheeks. “Their involvement in the flesh trade, for one.”
“This is true.” His stare penetrated through me like a caramel laser beam. “But then you would hate Antonio with the same passion, yes? Why?”
“I do hate Antonio with the same passion,” I insisted and crossed my arms like a petulant child as he pinned me to the couch with his words.
A chestnut eyebrow rose as a tendril of matching hair fell into Aaron’s face, but he did nothing to swipe it away. His gaze fixated on me like a target.
“Remember when we shared our first moment—in that closet when we were teens?”
Why was I blushing right now? I was a goddamned successful, empowered woman. That Veronica could still make m e feel this way all these years later was a testament to the power of that single moment, and I hated it.
Aaron nodded thoughtfully. “You didn’t speak to me for months afterwards. I had thought I embarrassed you.”
“I was embarrassed,” I admitted, staring down at my cream skirt and smoothing the non-existent wrinkles. “But not for the reasons you might think.
“I was a fourteen-year-old without a mother and an absent father, Aaron. Fucking lost and impressionable, with a backbone made from super-glued paperclips and papier-maché. I know I looked cultured and mature, but I was just this lost little girl who wanted someone to care about her. You made me feel that way that night.”
His impenetrable stare softened, and it made me feel less self-conscious about what I was about to share, even if only slightly.
“Veronica cornered me afterwards. She told me she forced you to do those things to me so that she had something to blackmail me with, given that Logan and I were already in an arranged relationship at that point. She told me I was a stupid, gullible girl, and how ashamed Daddy would be of his little whore. She held it over me for a solid year until I’d hardened enough to know the difference—and knew you well enough to know you would never hurt me that way.”
Energy crackled between us as Aaron’s fury bled out from his body into the surrounding air. It was so potent I could breathe it in and taste its fiery sting.
“That was just the start of a long stint of punitive power plays.” I shrugged, as if an incident sixteen years ago really wasn’t of any consequence, when I had castrated men and stabbed real rapists to death in the time since, but it was a lie.
The scathing words of other women when they weaponized morality against the innocent sexual exploration of youth were scarring; the mottle d tissue embedded in an adolescent’s vision of themselves. It was no different for me—Veronica’s words had made me believe I was someone dirty, only worthy of one thing. She was wrong.
It was toxic, manipulative, and intentional; words she had used to control my definition of my own power and body. A man could call me a whore at fourteen or at forty, and I’d laugh it off every time—but Veronica choosing the same words? Veronica choosing those words to an impressionable teenage girl, who at the time was falling deeply in love with her son?
The scar had never healed.
Aaron didn’t buy what I was selling. He rose from his spot on the couch as quickly as a striking snake, lifted me from my seat and resumed my place, pulling me down into his lap, banding his arms tightly around my waist.
“I am sorry, Mi Reina . She is a terrible woman who was jealous of you even then.”
He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of my head and I snuggled into his warmth, no longer interested in pretending I was too strong to have my feelings hurt once upon a time.
A soothing palm stroked down my back and upward into the base of my neck, over and over until I was a melted puddle within his grip.
For the last several years, I’d deprived myself of a real romantic connection with anyone, mistaking the need to have someone as a weakness instead of a strength, determined to never have my chest ripped out of my body ever again.
My stupidity was a shining light now; I drew strength from Aaron’s solid hold, the simple action far more powerful than I’d ever given credit.
An overwhelming need to show him how much he meant to me swept through my spine, and I rose from my cuddled perch in his lap, pressing a desperate kiss to his lips.
The re was no softness, no romance, despite what I was trying to convey with that simple touch of skin. I wanted to devour him, to get inside his body; to tattoo myself on his soul, so no matter what happened in the coming weeks, we’d never be apart.
I loved this man so definitively, so purposefully. mi cabellero oscuro .
The abrupt shift in mood didn’t stop Aaron from returning my kiss just as fiercely, his tongue seeking entrance as if he’d never once tasted my skin. I shifted in his arms, turning toward him to straddle his waist. I locked my thighs with his in a tight grip, needing to be as close to his heat as possible.
His hands rose to my hips, shifting me to slide over his hardening length. He groaned deep in his throat at the contact; the masculine sound shot sparks of heat from the base of my spine to the swelling hood of my clit.
Our lips, our tongues, fused together, unable to stop to breathe in our desperation to become one being. He loosened his grip on my hip and shoved my skirt up to my waist, toying with the damp fabric of my pantyhose as I wriggled above him, encouraging his touch with light bucks of my pelvis.
His cock was now steel, jutting out of the loose sweatpants fabric; the engorged head draped in cotton and teasing me like a too-small dildo.
Aaron broke away from our kiss with a light curse. He looked down at the junction between my thighs with a frown. Then he reached two hands down and ripped the pantyhose in two, right at the crotch.
Impressive, since they were the no-run kind. They probably hadn’t been tested by horny killers, though.
Then he lifted me slightly, shoving down his sweats and boxers with one hand. His deliciously swollen and seeping cock was exposed right where I needed it.
His lips were on mine again and he yanked me down on top of him, sheathing himself inside me in one hard pull.
I moaned at the stretch of him inside me. The thickness of his shaft filled me so deeply I’d feel the memory of him tomorrow.
We stayed there for a moment, lost in another depthless kiss of longing and love, our bodies held together like a lock and its proper key.
I became wet to the point of soaking while we held ourselves still in a silent promise; mind, body, and heart. When I attempted to move, to ride him so desperately, he gripped my hips tightly and held me immobile.
“We have a visitor,” he whispered against the shell of my ear. I stiffened, my pussy clenching around him as I did so, and he let out another irresistible moan that had my insides quaking.
Before I could turn around to see which of the wayward men had shown up unannounced, Aaron broke the silence.
“Are you joining us, companero ?”
His question was as smooth and heated as melted butter, seductively influenced by his desire. I turned my head to see Kellan’s navy blue eyes fixed on the crease of my ass where our bodies joined, and the outline of his own desire was fighting against his pants.
He licked his pouty lips like he was a lion stalking his next meal, and my pussy clenched again. The idea of being sandwiched between them, with nothing between us but sweat and skin more arousing than anything I’d ever pictured.
“She likes that idea.” Aaron chuckled darkly against my neck, and abruptly thrust up, pulling a sharp cry of ecstasy from my lips. “If we are to share her, we can share her, no?”
My gaze flitted between the burning caramel of Aaron’s to the stormy blues of Kellan’s; their lust-filled stares speaking in a code I didn’t need to decipher.
“ Kellan?” My voice dripped with want, my arousal soaking Aaron’s thighs. I shifted on top of him, rising upward, only to fall back down on his cock once more as a desperate shudder filled me.
With a growl, my fierce Viking protector was suddenly behind me, the heat of his chest against my shoulders. His coarse palms gripped my neck, tilting my head back to claim my mouth in a ravenous kiss, his tongue forcing my mouth open to submit to his exploration.
I lifted my hips and slowly rode Aaron’s cock, basking in the waves of pleasure at each filling pass. My clit deliciously rubbed against his pelvic bone as he let me take control of him, while Kellan took control of me.
Too quickly, he broke our kiss and turned on his heel, heading to my bedroom. I watched the retreat curiously while Aaron took control of my body, slamming me back down on him more insistently; an orgasm was building in me so fast it was about to blind me with its ferocity.
“Not yet,” Aaron tutted. His hand gripped my chin and turned my attention back solely on him. “Let him see it.”
His eyes gleamed with a feral hunger I’d never seen, and I realized he was getting off on this, too. Did he enjoy watching me with the hot blonde Viking, or was it more than a voyeuristic kink?
It really didn’t matter. That Aaron was willing for this, willing to love me and share me with another man who held my heart, was more than I could have ever dreamed, and I wasn’t going to question his motivations.
He continued to tease me, gyrating my hips over his cock while increasing the pressure of my clit against his skin. I was trapped in a sea of endless tantalizing bliss and the desperate need to let the bliss explode from my core.
“Now, Mi Reina ,” he commanded and, with a sharp thrust upward, he pulled me down hard. I came with a strangled cry, the explosion of pleasure ripping through me and I dissolved into a puddle of goo in his hold.
“ Wasn’t that beautiful, companero ?” My dark knight’s taunt was soft and his eyes shined with Lucky-like mischief. “Shall we give her this gift again?”
A deep grunt came from behind again, and before I came to all my senses, a sharp, wet sword poked against my ass.
“No,” I complained on a whimper, rocking against Aaron’s still very hard dick, greedy for the two of them. “I want to face you.”
Aaron guided my spent body, slowly maneuvering me around with his cock still inside me, until I faced Kellan’s pants-less form. His thick, slick cock protruded proudly and ready for me. I reached for it, biting my lip as I considered what I was about to ask.
He quirked a bushy blonde eyebrow at me, no doubt questioning where I was leading the two of them. I guided him to my pussy, where Aaron’s cock was still very much buried within me.
“Fuck us both,” I challenged, holding the tip of his weeping dick to my entrance. “Make us both submit.”
My Viking’s eyes flashed with insatiable hunger before reaching down to grip his shaft, placing his hand over mine. He licked his lips again, before flicking his gaze quickly to Aaron.
“Go on, companero ,” was his answering reply. “Yours will not be the first dick I’ve touched. Make us submit,” he echoed.
Whether he knew that was the exact challenge that would turn Kellan into a feral beast, I didn’t know, but his words did just that.
With a guttural snarl, Kellan wedged the head of his dick into my pussy. The sharp sting of the stretch melted into a mind-altering fullness that set every nerve ending in my body on fire. Aaron groaned beneath me and bucked his hips, as if seeking more of the tight sensation.
Our blond partner obliged, slowly easing into me. The slickness of his lubed shaft slid against Aaron’s cock with incredible friction. Once he bottomed out, he held us both in his grasp. We waited with bated breath for him to take us to the brink of ecstasy and beyond.
“Do you like this, Killer?” He growled and eased back out, then thrust against us with a savage jolt. “Do you like it when I fuck you, while I fuck your boyfriend?”
Holy shit, yes. Yes, I did.
“Fuck, yes.” My words were garbled, the tension in my body tight like a bowstring, ready to release any second. He slammed back into the two of us again, and again. His pace would slow, then ratchet back up to one hundred, not giving us a moment to think or to breathe while he tore our bodies apart.
His lips crashed into mine in a savage kiss, all teeth and tongue, before he pulled back to watch the two of us, his eyes alight with dark obsession as his gaze dropped from our faces to where we all joined.
I watched too, in utter fascination, as the three of us partook in the unthinkable; in any of my wildest fantasies, I could never have imagined this scenario, and now that I was literally in the middle of it, it was perfect. Raw, unpolished perfection.
“Look how pretty the two of you are, taking my cock. Tell me how much you like me fucking you,” Kellan demanded, his eyes knitted in heavy concentration. Beads of sweat formed at his brow.
He was a god in this state. Wild blonde hair in messy tangles, his blue eyes blazed with the lust of a thousand suns. His thick thigh muscles bunched and bulged with every thrust of his hips. He was a god, and I a mere mortal, desperate for his favor and affection.
Before I could get out the words, Aaron’s strangled response came from behind me. “I want to be torn apart by your cock. I want you to fill us with your cum and then use me all over again.”
My body spasmed in delicious shock at those dirty words. My orgasm was too close for comfort, my body at the point of pain in anticipation of the release to come.
The beast roaming just under the surface of Kellan’s skin raised its beautiful head before sinking its jaws into Aaron’s lips.
Their kiss was equally messy, tongues clashing beside my head, a brutal claiming of sexual tension I hadn’t even known was there. It was beautiful; two of the sexiest men I’d ever met sharing pleasure in each other’s bodies, with me the catalyst between them.
When Kellan bit Aaron’s lip in forceful dominance alongside an equally forceful thrust, I shattered, my cry piercing the heated air between us. Every molecule in my body hummed with release. All sound went muffled as I sagged between them, my brain lightheaded and fuzzy from the sheer magnitude of my orgasm.
It was as if I was TNT—Aaron shouted his own release within seconds of mine, his hot cum spilling into me and all over Kellan’s cock.
Kellan’s growl was animalistic, a rough rumble emanating from his chest as he pumped against us twice more before stilling, sweaty and sated.
For moments or minutes, we sat suspended in time, panting heavily into a dense air of desire. Kellan moved first, pushing away from us to stand. He held out a hand for me to take. I allowed him to pull me up into his arms. Then he offered his other hand to Aaron.
“Let’s get the two of you cleaned up.” His command was gruff. And he led us down the hallway to my expansive tiled shower.
He turned on the tap and then turned his attention back to me, gently twirling me to remove my blouse over my head while Aaron pulled off my ruined set of pantyhose. I slipped my skirt down over my hips as Aaron unclasped my bra. The tw o of them then spun me to enter the shower while they removed their own clothes.
We didn’t speak—we didn’t seem to need to as we stood under the hot spray to get clean. The euphoria of an incredible fuck and an awakening of sorts had untethered us from our bodies and we floated up in space for a little while longer.
My two men took turns soaping me up, paying careful attention to my very sore and swollen pussy, fluttering light kisses across my shoulders and neck as they did so.
I caught the two of them staring at each other too; apparently the sparks of the heated moment weren’t a dying flame—it looked like just the beginning sizzle of what would become a blazing bonfire.
I bit my cheek before the smile could take over my face, oddly satisfied with this little development. If these two men could find love with me, who knew what they could find in each other—even if it was just a fun fling of fucking?
After drying off, Aaron and I put on fresh clothes. Kellan left for the living room to grab his pants from the floor.
“Oy, Conan,” I heard from the next room. “Nice arse. You here to fulfill my wet dreams, or Blondie’s? How about a two-for-one?”
“Too late for that,” came Kellan’s cutting reply.
“You gotta be kiddin’ me!” came Lucky’s response, and I could just picture his childish look of disappointment. “And I missed it!?”
I snickered, then resumed a neutral mask to go greet our other roommate. This condo was becoming awfully crowded these days.
I walked out into the kitchen with Aaron in tow. I surveyed the three men I was now completely in bed with. Figuratively, and… literally.
“Good, we’re all here.”
My tone was bright, my mood considerably content after the best threesome of my life. Marco’s world was going to implod e tomorrow, and things were looking up for our little group of misfit criminals.
“I’ll order takeou t. We’ve got some planning to do.”