by René, Dani
“He does.” I have to agree. I’ve seen what Victor can do. And even though he hasn’t changed very much with regards to his ruthless nature, he’s the man I love, and he shows me the reasons for my feelings every day.
He’s gentle in the way he conducts himself around the children within his compound, and he’s rigid in the rules he sets, but he’s fair.
“Welcome to the kingdom.” Javier smiles, rising from his seat, before pulling out a packet of the cigars he smokes. They look like cigarettes, but the paper is brown, and it offers up the sweet smell of cherries when he lights it.
“When are you going to fall in love?” I question, intrigued by the man who is always there when needed. He’s a good person, and I wish he would find happiness. It’s been a while since I first met him, and he’s seemed to have accepted me being in Victor’s life.
“Perhaps one day. Who knows what the future will bring us? We certainly didn’t know you would arrive and turn Victor into a pussy.” He chuckles, teasing his best friend, just as Victor walks through the door.
“I can still take your ass down in combat,” Victor reminds Javi with a grin. He passes him, giving him a slap on the back, before making his way toward me. His eyes locked on me in his chair, and he smiles.
“Yeah, sure you can, old man,” Javi taunts, causing me to laugh because they’re the same age. I know they grew up together and learning about their friendship has been eye opening.
“Yeah? Old? I’m only as old as the woman who’s going to one day soon give me lots of babies,” he informs Javi, as he wraps his arms around my middle, his large hand planted on my belly, rubbing it gently as if I’m already growing life inside me.
“I’m heading out if you don’t need me for anything else?” Javi says, as he glances at his wristwatch. He lifts his gaze, meets Victor’s, and he waits. I can tell he’s got somewhere he needs to be because there’s tension tightening his jaw.
“We’re all good,” Victor tells him. “See you tomorrow?”
He nods, offering a salute to us both, before leaving us in the office. Victor’s stubble tickles my cheek as he kisses me, his lips warm and soft against my neck.
“What are we doing tonight?” I ask.
“Practicing for that family I want so badly,” he murmurs, sending hot sparks of electricity through me right down to my core. His low, gravelly tone spikes the desire that’s flaring through me like a wildfire.
“Can we eat dinner first? I’m starving,” I tell him, as I spin in his arms. He nods, placing two fingers on my chest, right near my heart. When I was wheeled into surgery, he told me he’d never been so scared in all his life. I now bear the scar, and every night, Victor places soft kisses along the mark where I was cut open, where my new heart now resides, giving me a new lease on life.
“Anything you want to do. We will do it. I will never say no to you,” he vows. After the journey we took to get here, I feel like I’m finally at my happily ever after. The books I would get lost in when I was growing up weren’t as dark or as dangerous as my own fairytale; the princesses never fell in love with the villains, but I did, and I couldn’t be happier.
“Then we should return to Cancun for a week. Take time off from your meetings and take me to paradise,” I tell him, before leaning up on my tiptoes to place a kiss on his cheek.
“I can take you to paradise right here on the desk,” Victor murmurs into my neck, nuzzling against me, making me laugh out loud at the way he tickles my sensitive column.
“You know I didn’t mean sex.”
“Of course, but a man in love can try. Can’t he? The joys of being with a woman you love is getting to have sex with her every day, at least twice a day.” His tone drops to a seductive drawl, and his accent thickens, just the way his cock is now pressing against my core.
“I have to agree with you, Mr. Cordero,” I whisper in his ear, my teeth catching the lobe and biting it hard. “Perhaps it’s time you showed me what a bad girl I am and fuck me on your desk.”
Victor doesn’t waste any time in lifting me up and setting me on the cool, smooth surface. He steps back, admires me for a moment, before he starts unbuttoning his shirt. The material falls open, and I’m met with the smooth, tanned skin of his toned torso.
The dips and peaks of his muscles have my mouth watering for a taste, but I’m not in charge right now, and the way he’s watching me like a hunter, while I sit on his desk as his prey.
He drops his shirt, unbuttons his slacks, and leans back against the windowsill. He crosses his arms in front of his chest, his muscles bulging from the position. He leans his chin on the knuckles of his left hand as dark eyes regard me.
“Spread your legs, get your cunt wet for me,” he orders in a growl. I obey him, slowly opening my thighs, I flash him my pussy, which is bare of any panties. His gaze burns me from the inside out as he watches my fingers dip between my folds. The arousal that’s already slick coats my fingers, and I use it to circle my clit.
A deep rumble vibrates in Victor’s chest, which spurs me to continue. My skirt is bunched up to my hips, and I plant my feet on the desk, opening myself to him. My fingers slide easily through my wetness, and when I push them into my heat, I cry out as pleasure shoots through me. It feels as if I’m being electrocuted.
Victor grins when he reaches behind him, pulling out the blade he keeps in a sheath on his belt. He takes a step toward me, and my heart gallops in my chest like a wild horse. He takes the handle, spins it around so that it’s facing me, and lowers it between my legs.
My chest tightens, sending cold trickles of fear through my veins, and I meet Victor’s gaze with a worried one of my own. “Why?”
“Because you’re mine. I want you to see this and see me. Nobody else. Look into my eyes, juguete,” he speaks softly, the gentle timber of his tone is calming, but the coolness of the weapon against my heated flesh makes me shiver. “Don’t look down, my face is the only one you see.”
He gently pushes it into me. Out, then in. Back and forth. Over my lips, into my cunt, and I lie back, enjoying the danger that courses through my veins. My blood turns hot, and even though fear still holds me hostage, it’s not debilitating. And I breathe through the panic before Victor’s lips take mine in one of the softest, sweetest kisses he’s ever given me.
He continues fucking me with the knife, the handle slick and slippery with my arousal drenching it. His grin is manic, feral, and his eyes are dark and hooded as they look right into my very soul.
“Come for me, juguete,” he orders, and my body obeys the command. I cry out, my nails digging into my palms, and I recall the first day he made me come without so much as a fight from me. I wanted him then, and I hunger for him now.
“Fuck me, please, diablo,” I plead. His hands move swiftly, and he hands me the knife, which I hold onto, my tongue darting out to lick at the slickness, which causes him to go wild. His cock is at my entrance, and he slams into me, without warning, filling me to the hilt. My body is stretched beyond comprehension as his thickness opens me wide.
Our bodies move in sync, Victor’s mouth steals my essence from the weapon in my hand, and we share it in a kiss. I taste myself on him, on his tongue and lips, where I was always meant to be.
“You were born for me, made for me,” he murmurs, his words falling freely as he fucks me violently, and my body is so close to orgasm that I feel the flutter around his shaft. He doesn’t stop, he doesn’t relent his attack on me, and I welcome it.
His hand slides up my body, over my breasts, moving higher, after he tweaks my nipples. His fingers grasp at my neck, wrapping around the delicate column, and he tightens his hold. His other hand is on my hip, his fingers digging into the flesh, marking me, bruising me.
His hips slam into me, the desk shaking with the exertion of our love making, as he bottoms out, his body deep within mine. We’re connected. One person. One soul. He growls as his free hand, which had a harsh hold on my hips, finds my clit, and he circles the harde
ned bundle of nerves with his thumb, pushing me over the edge, and I fly into oblivion with him as I feel him empty his release inside me.
Victor collapses on me, sweat slicking his skin, and I find purchase on his shoulder, my mouth latching onto his smooth flesh, and I bite down gently, feeling him shudder as I taunt him with my teeth.
“Mine, juguete,” he mumbles into my hair.
“Yours, diablo,” I promise.
Epilogue
Sofía
Six months later
I watch from the window of our bedroom to see Victor and Javier attempting to set up the wedding decorations, which consist of a large, ornate archway. Even though I told them I’d have the men do it, Victor was adamant that he wanted to do something special. I still can’t believe he’s down there, wearing a wife beater, and a pair of shorts, while he lifts a gazebo along with his best friend.
My father is behind them, shouting orders, which makes me laugh. Even though our start wasn’t one of those epic romances most girls dream about, Victor gave me back my father, along with a love that I wouldn’t change for anything in this world.
The three men are at odds over something, but I turn to Valentina and smile when I notice her shaking her head at their antics. “Men.”
She nods. “He loves you so dearly,” Valentina speaks from behind me. I turn to regard her. She’s dressed in a simple black shift. She’s much older than me, by a number of years, and I know she’s worked for Victor almost all his life.
“What was he like as a child?” I finally ask the question that’s been burning on my tongue for months. Victor has told me about his years growing up on the compound, learning from his father, but I want to hear it from one of the women in his life who was like a mother to him.
“Bad boy through and through,” she smiles fondly, looking down at him. “He was always following Luis around. His father enjoyed it, though, he liked having a little part of him around after his wife died. But Victor learned quickly. The business would always be his, and when he finally stepped into his father’s shoes, I knew he would be as good a man as Luis was.”
“He doesn’t talk much about his mother,” I observe, and I notice the flicker in Valentina’s eye. There are so many secrets, but I need to learn about them before I marry him.
“She wasn’t a good woman. Strangely enough, you’d think his father being the leader of a Cartel would be the evil one, but she was something else.” There’s anger lacing her words, and I’m even more intrigued. “She was never in love with Luis. She wanted the protection this life could offer, but when he found out she was still whoring herself out, he took her life in a fit of anger.”
“Like Gaia did to Victor?” I gasp, recalling the story of how he found his fiancée with another man. I shudder when I remember what he did to her.
Valentina nods. “Much the same.” She sounds so sad. “But now that he has a good woman to set him right, I’m happy.” This time, she pulls me into a hug that feels warm and affectionate, and I embrace her.
“Thank you for telling me.”
“I’m sorry to have heard what happened to you,” she whispers, as she holds onto me. The reminder of my time in captivity with Rodrigo spills free, and I have to blink back the tears. Thankfully, nothing more than bad memories came of it.
The fear I had of him impregnating me burst free when Victor found me. I cried and begged him to save me, to help me. And it was when I was healed, and once more his juguete, did he pull out a goddamned ring when we were in his office, drop to his knees, and tell me to marry him.
Yes, he didn’t ask.
He commanded it.
And how can I deny a man who gave me not just a new life, but a new heart.
* * *
Victor
Two years later
I watch Sofía alongside her father as they walk down the garden, behind her are our two-year-old twins. A boy and a girl, who are perfect, just like their mother. I never thought I would want a family, but the moment I realized I loved Sofía, I knew the moment I could, I would fill her belly with babies.
We stopped at the two, even though I wouldn’t mind seeing her swollen with more kids. Even though I know she’s healthy, and her heart is strong, I wanted her to be here until we’re both old and gray. The fear of losing her suddenly is always there, at the back of my mind. And I would much rather have her here, than have a brood of children without their mother.
They look up at my office window, as if she knew I was watching, and they offer me a happy wave. Sofía and I are magnets. It doesn’t matter where I am, I feel her nearness, and she feels mine.
“You’re a lucky man,” Javier says behind me. The kids love him to pieces, and every time he’s around, they climb up his leg and into his arms.
“I am.” I turn to regard him, there’s something bothering him, and I wonder if it has anything to do with our new shipments coming in. “What is it?”
“I wanted to ask you if I could travel to America to meet with Monaghan,” he asks. I was meant to travel in a couple of days to see our newest client in Los Angeles, and while there, I wanted to see Franco Moretti.
“Alone?”
“If you trust me,” he says with a smile. “You should be here for the twins’ birthday.”
“And what are they going to do without their Uncle Javi?” I chuckle.
He laughs, his eyes crinkling at the corners, but there’s still something he’s hiding from me. I can read him better than any book in my overstocked library, and I know when my best friend is hiding something from me.
“You know, Javi,” I turn to my desk, opening the top drawer, I pull out my cigars. Handing one to him, I place another between my lips before I light the end. Pulling deeply, I savor the fragrance of the cigar. It’s one of my favorite past times, besides fucking my wife. “I’ve known you for a long time, longer than most people in this house.”
He nods.
“And when you lie to me or omit something from me, then trust is something I would think twice about offering.” My voice is low, serious, and I keep my expression schooled with him.
“There’s someone I’d like to see while I’m up there,” he finally admits, and it’s not what I was expecting. Javier has had women and men in his bed, some who I’ve sent to him, but he’s never once given any of them a return visit and I wonder if he’ll ever find what I have with Sofía.
“Oh?” I arch a brow, waiting for him to continue, because now I’m intrigued by Javier. There’s a squeal coming from down the hall, and I know our conversation will be shelved for later.
“Papá! Papá!” The little voice of my sweet girl comes the moment she steps over the threshold. She’s wearing a pink sundress that’s swishing around her little legs as she races toward me. Not long after, we’re joined by my son who’s in a pair of dark jeans and a T-shirt with some sort of dinosaur on it. I’m not sure what Sofía buys them most times, but that has to go.
“Julio, Juliet,” I call to them as they slam into my legs, nearly knocking me off my feet. Can the King of Colombia be so soft with his heart? Certainly. Not with everyone though. “Uncle Javier was just telling me he won’t be here for your party tomorrow,” I tell them, knowing I’m causing trouble for him with the two monsters.
“Awwww,” Juliet mumbles, just before sticking out her lower lip and pouting as if it’s the end of the world. “Where are you going, Uncle Javi?” she asks him, her wide eyes locked on his. She looks just like her mother, with those beautiful green eyes that, at times, flash with gold, which I know comes from me.
“Victor,” Hector greets me as he enters the office a few minutes later, along with Sofía who’s got her hand on her stomach, which has my interest piqued.
“Good to see you, Hector,” I greet my father-in-law who settles in one of the wingback chairs opposite my desk.
“Uncle Javi,” Juliet calls to him, “Why can’t you come to my party?”
“Our party!” Julio shouts, causing us all
to chuckle.
“I’m going to visit a friend, little one,” he tells her gently, as he presses a kiss to her forehead. He’s good with her, with Julio as well. I’m thankful I have him in my life.
“Oh no,” Sofía goes to him, touching his arm. “Why? Where are you off to?”
He smiles at my wife, and my blood simmers. “There’s someone I’ll be meeting in New York. I told you about her,” he tells Sofía, and she grins.
“Yes, I’m so excited.” She turns her attention to me. “I’m so glad you’re letting him go.” My wife closes the distance between us and pulls me into a hug, before pressing her lips to my stubbled cheek.
“Yeah, I’m such a good guy,” I mumble around my cigar, before Javi picks Juliet up and takes Julio’s hand.
He offers me a wink before he takes them to the door. “We’ll go see how the birthday party set-up is going,” he tells us with mischief in his blue eyes. Asshole. Running away from me before I have time to admonish him for not telling me everything. “Come on, grandpa,” he calls to Hector who’s already on his feet. He’s been a godsend in Sofía’s world after her trauma. And being around the kids has brought us together as a family.
“It seems you’re the confidante now,” I remark once we’re alone, as I settle in my chair and pull Sofía into my lap. She straddles me easily, and I revel in her warmth.
“Jealous much?” Sofía challenges me, and I can’t help my palm from twitching with the need to spank her pretty ass.
“I am.” Nodding, I pull her closer, I steal her lips with my own and dip my tongue into her mouth. She’s warm and sweet, deliciously intoxicating. Her body shivers when I reach between us and press my fingers against her mound. “But I’m hard too, so take your clothes off, I’m fucking you on my desk.”
“You’re a caveman,” she laughs, but she obeys as she rises and pushes her panties down. The dress she’s wearing is perfectly hugging every fucking curve of her frame, and my cock appreciates it.