Primitivo

by Croft, Rose

  “To bed, Tito, I’m tired. It’s been a rough few days.”

  He had one of his honeys who worshipped him draped over his shoulder. Tito was not a handsome man. He was pushing six foot tall and stocky. He had muscles from working out his upper body. East Coast workout. His face was a mixed bag of crazy with his intense, almost insane looking eyes, his shaved head, tattooed covered face, and that long scar he was so proud of. Dude had no qualms about his flaws. He wore them like medals. Like he earned it. To these girls, it didn’t suck that he touted himself as the leader of Los Malos in this area.

  He winked and lowered his weapon. “Go to bed, Gatita. You earned your stripes.” He blew a kiss in the air, and I thought I would throw up.

  I went to my room as quick as I could. Leaning against the door, I had a déjà vu moment about another party years ago when I was attacked by my uncle. The memories of that night ran around in my head more frequently, the longer I was around Tito. Debilitating. Paralyzing. Shameful. Closing my eyes, I started thinking about my brother. Emilio. Eric. My mother. Everyone I loved was taken away like I was cursed. I fell on the bed wishing I had my sock monkey, but my baby boy still had it. There was some kind of bittersweet comfort in knowing Eric still had a piece of me although he didn’t know it. God, I missed him so much. One day Eric, I will make everything right.

  My eyes grew heavy despite the loud party raging on outside my walls. I had barely slept a wink for the past two days. I snuggled into my pillow and touched my lips. I’d kissed Emilio. It’d been so long, but I still felt it. Although he pushed me away, I could feel the unleashed need in him. Please love me, again, Emilio, my mind screamed. I fell asleep with the lingering memory of Emilio’s dark eyes watching me with all the passion and love in the world he once had for me.

  It’d been a long, stressful day after taking my finals and working an afternoon shift at El Volcán. “What’s wrong, baby?” Emilio took my hand in his pulling me into his lap. We’d been together for six months. Been inseparable since he asked me on a date after the first night I met him.

  “I’m late.”

  “Late for what?” He caressed my chin. “Today was your last day of classes, right?”

  “I’m not late for an engagement. I’m late. I haven’t had my period in over a week.”

  “Okay,” he began with care. “You want me to run to the store and get a pregnancy test?” He didn’t seem angry or shocked.

  “I’m sorry. I don’t know what to say.” I’d been nervous for a few days since my period was always on time like clockwork. “We haven’t been together that long, and…”

  “What? You thought I’d be disappointed?” He wrapped his arms around me, tucking my head under his chin. “If we’re gonna have a baby, I’m gonna be there every step of the way. I own up to my responsibilities, and Sofí, you know what we got is special. I’ve never felt like this in my life.”

  I smiled and nestled into his hard body. When I was in his arms, I felt like I was protected from anything. Even my ghosts from the past. He had my attention the first night I met him, and I’m sure he had my heart after the second date. “Whatever happens, we do this together, right?”

  “Always, muñeca, ya tienes mi corazón.” You already have my heart.

  “Te quiero, Papi.” I love you. I kissed his chest feeling his heartbeat pulse strongly against my lips.

  He groaned and lifted me up carrying me to the door. “Let’s go get that test before we get off task.” He set me down gently and cupped my face. “Whatever happens we’ll make it work.”

  “I love you, Emilio.”

  I love you, Emilio…

  I love you…

  “You dreaming about me?” I heard a familiar voice. “You even lie in your sleep.”

  Sofía

  I opened my eyes to see a huge, shadowy figure sitting in my chair by the window. I shot up and reached for the lamp next to me.

  “Leave it off.”

  “Emilio?” My eyes were adjusting to the room’s darkness kissed by moonlight, and I could tell by the way he filled the chair with his legs spread wide it had to be him.

  “Were you dreaming about me?” His words were slow and the deep timbre of his voice vibrated in my ears.

  I shifted my legs over the edge of the bed.

  “No. Don’t get up.” He held out a hand. “Stay where you are.”

  “How did you get in here?”

  “Wasn’t hard. Your boys are having a drunk-fest orgy in the living room.” He stood up and shoved a hand in his pocket. “Surprised you aren’t in there with your crew.”

  “I don’t hang out with them.”

  “I don’t care,” he said it like he truly didn’t care.

  “Then, why are you here?”

  He took a step closer. “Good question. I’ve asked myself the same thing at least twenty fucking times tonight.” He stalked in closer. “I’ve been thinking this through, though.” He stopped at the edge of my bed. “I’ve been thinking about everything you said today.”

  My heart pounded against my rib cage. “I meant it.”

  “Oh, I’m sure you did.” He clearly didn’t believe me as indicated in his tone. “I think I can help you out.”

  He didn’t appear to want to be helpful. He stared down at me like he couldn’t decide if he wanted to be around me or throw me out the window. “What do you mean?” My voice sounded like I’d swallowed a bucket of sand.

  “Hold your excitement, please…” He staggered and ran a hand over his forehead and mumbled, “What the fuck am I doing?” He bent down cursing to himself. Then, straightened up and pressed his lips together. “How much?”

  I tilted my head, clearly confused by his actions.

  He pulled out a wad of cash, holding it over my head. “What’s your price?” He feathered the bills out over my head. “You wanna be mine?”

  “Don’t.”

  “Did I miss something here?” His face was hard. He stepped back and glared at the door. “This was a mistake.”

  “No! Wait.” I jumped up before he made a move and clasped his arms bunched against his sides. We were so close, his musky, spiciness scent curled up my nostrils, but I also smelled alcohol on his breath. “You’re drunk.” That’s why he was here, and my heart sunk to the pits of my stomach.

  “I am.” He turned his head and scoffed. “I can’t do this…” He jerked away from me about to head out of the room.

  “No. Don’t leave.” I held him like he was my final lifeline.

  He sneered down at me. “What do you want? Did I not give you enough incentive?” He pulled out his wallet. “Here. I’ll make it rain for you up in here.” He crumbled bills between his fingers before they fluttered down on my head.

  “Stop it. You don’t mean this. This isn’t you.”

  “You don’t know me anymore.” He yanked his arms away from me with his hands up high by his head. Then, jabbed his palms into his eyes repeating again, “This was a mistake.”

  He stalked off to the door. No. No. No. I couldn’t let him walk out of here in his careless mood with Tito and all his boys here. I couldn’t let him go, period. I hurried to the door before he reached the handle and wedged myself between him and the door. “Don’t go.”

  “Why?”

  “I’ll do whatever you want.”

  He laid his palm against the door next to my head. “Is that right?” He watched me like a cheetah creeping up slowly on its prey. “So, if I ask you to get on your knees and take out my cock and suck, you will?” He leaned in closer. His breath was warm on my cheek. “Or, you’ll be good with it when I ram my dick in your pussy against this fucking door? Or, even better… maybe you’d prefer I spin you around and fuck your tight little asshole while my fingers fill your mouth and pussy. Take all your holes. Would you prefer that? We never got around to having anal, Gatita, did we?”

  Emilio’s words were dirty and made me feel filthy; regardless, I felt wetness between my thighs. I was desperate to help
him find comfort. To ease this pain I’d caused.

  “Have you let another man back there, baby?”

  I shook my head and laid my palms on his chest. I edged my lips closer to his. He chuckled and ran a hand up my neck stopping me. “Nah, I’m calling the shots this time. I’m paying a heavy price being here in more ways than one, so you’re on my time now.”

  “But…” I didn’t want his money.

  “What did you think this was? You think I came here to ask you on a date? Get back together? We both know this isn’t what it is.” He stroked the pulse at my throat.

  “Emilio, I only want to make things right.”

  His eyes were so dark in the moonlit room like the color of onyx. “I’m sure you do.” His voice was patronizing, and his mouth curled into a half-smile. “If you want to make things right, then we need to get something straight here. I’m gonna lay down the groundwork, and if you’re good with this, we can move forward.” His thumb swirled in patterns on the side of my neck.

  I swallowed slowly; his motions were lulling me into a false sense of security. “Okay.”

  “You will be available at my beck and call whenever I need you. You will be exclusive to me. Only. So, all the good time fucks with your punk-ass thugs ends now. Got it?”

  “I’m not sleeping with them.”

  “If you say so, and I don’t give a damn whether you did or didn’t, but if you want to be with me, you better keep your shit on lock.”

  I cocked my head dying of curiosity. “You and Belinda?”

  He shook his head. “Over.”

  Relief flowed through me although I wondered if there’d been anyone else. “Are there any others?”

  He scoffed. “I’m sorry, did I say this was a negotiation? It’s not. I’m setting the terms, and you can either agree or call this off before it gets started.”

  “Go on.”

  “This also includes no more fucking with my business. I better not find out your boys are trying to mess with my properties.”

  “I told you, I’d handle it.”

  “Good.”

  “What about Eric? I—”

  He pressed into me hard and my back dug into the wood of the door. His erection jabbed against my stomach. “Don’t even mention his name. He’s not in this equation for you.” His hand on my neck drifted down to my collarbone. “Now. I’m going to pay you one thousand a week, cash for your services. That’s fair, don’t you think?”

  I closed my eyes fighting against the waves of pain inflicted by each word he said. “Emilio… you don’t have to pay me.”

  He gripped my thigh and wrapped it around his hip. He pulsed into me and I gasped. “Yes, I do. That’s the only way this happens.” He nosed into my neck and his teeth scraped my skin. “Do we have a deal?”

  “Yes,” I breathed out.

  “Good.” He bit into my neck and sucked. I cried out.

  “Keep it down, unless you want your boys to hear you,” he growled into my skin and soon fingers were slipping under the elastic of my pajama shorts strumming my clit through my cotton panties. “Christ, you’re already soaked.”

  I dug my hands into his thick black hair as his mouth trailed down my neck until he hovered over my breast. His tongue circled around my nipple under my tank top. “Yes,” I whispered holding his head tight. My sanity had crept away the moment he mentioned his proposal, and now as his fingers slipped into my panties and breached my core, I knew it wouldn’t take long for me to combust. “Oh, yes, it feels so good.”

  “I know.” His voice rumbled and now three fingers thrust into me hard and furious like he wanted to drive me into orgasmic insanity. And for the life of me did I ever want to chase that high.

  “Ohhhh…” I moaned and soon a large hand was over my mouth, fingers digging into my lips smothering my voice. I had no choice but to swirl my lips around him as I clenched and convulsed.

  My legs felt rubbery when I came back to reality. Emilio stood back and lifted his hand to his mouth and licked his fingers leisurely. “Strip.”

  I raised my eyes at his harsh command still trying to come to grips with this situation. In the past, he was always considerate when he gave me an orgasm, and there was usually a lot of cuddling and kissing involved. Love words murmured. Now, he seemed detached and cold as though this was only a business transaction. Which it was. That’s all it was to him.

  “Are we doing this or not?” He motioned to me impatiently.

  I gripped the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head and dropped it to the floor. My nipples budded from the cool air and Emilio’s intense gaze. He crossed his arms and licked his bottom lip. My fingers lingered at the elastic band of my shorts. “Go on, Gatita. It’s not like I’ve never seen you naked before.” His words were casual, but his breaths were slow and heavy.

  I kept my eyes on his as I pushed my shorts and panties down my thighs. Once past my knees, the clothing slithered down my legs to pile at my feet.

  He stepped closer with his hand at the flap of his jeans while his other hand reached behind him and soon a Glock was clenched between his fingers that he laid down on a nearby shelf. My eyes widened in surprise, but he wasn’t concerned as he unbuttoned his jeans and yanked down the zipper. He leaned in, his forehead touched mine as he gazed down between us and pulled out his cock. Our breaths mingled together with the only other sound being the slight rustling of skin on skin as his hand moved up and down his shaft. “It’s been so long. Too fucking long.” The words were angry, laced in desperation, and his tip pressed against my pelvis, leaving a wet trail up and down as he stroked himself. He continued to drag his thick mushroom head over my clit.

  “Emilio,” I mewled like a cat. He was long and so hard. “Oh God.”

  He chuckled while he continued to tease me. “My little kitten’s hungry.” He pinned me against the door and gripped my ass wrapping my legs around his hips. “You want this, baby?”

  “Uh-huh.”

  He put the head at my entrance and pushed. “Papiii,” I gasped as he stretched me.

  “Fuck!” He jerked away, breathing hard and dropped my legs. “I almost forgot.” He reached in his wallet and pulled out a foil wrapper. “Not ever making that mistake again.” He ripped the foil and rolled on the condom.

  Before I could respond, he had me clinging around him like a koala bear as he knifed into me. “Emilio,” I moaned again feeling the familiar fullness that made me want to weep to the heavens.

  “Jesus. You’re so tight,” he groaned and pulled out and pushed in. Over. And, over. Each time was a little bit deeper and faster like a pendulum picking up speed.

  He was going so hard my head hit the door before he reached up and covered the back of my head with his hand. “So good.” He mixed curse words with sexual words in Spanish, and my mind was spinning with sensations that only I’d ever experienced when we were joined together.

  His body was wound tight and muscles constricted beneath my hands.

  “Yo, Sofía!” I heard Tito’s voice as he banged on the door.

  My eyes widened as I gripped Emilio’s shoulders. Emilio kept moving against me.

  “You up, girl?”

  Emilio leaned into my ear as he kept thrusting into me with enough force to barrel the door over. As though the threat of a ruthless killer a hair’s breadth away was of no importance. “You wanna invite him in here, so he can watch me fuck you? Then, I’ll kill that piece of shit with my bare hands,” he whispered cruelly in my ear before biting my lobe.

  My nails burrowed into his shoulders. We were crazy, animalistic. “Go away, Scar. I’m tired.” I tried to keep my voice level, but my eyes rolled back when Emilio hit that I’m-about-to-spiral-off-into-oblivion spot. The mixture of fear and pleasure was too much, and I was lost in the sensations.

  I heard the handle rattle. “The fuck you doin’ in there?”

  Emilio dug his fingers into my ass and I bit my lip as my potential orgasm built up with each thrust. “Getting… ge
tting ready for bed. Leave me alone. We’ll talk…” My jaw dropped as my thighs tightened up. “Later.”

  As the pleasure grew like a tidal wave between us my fears that a messed-up Tito could’ve powered into my room dissipated. I was consumed by Emilio who burrowed his fingers into my hair and stared intently into my eyes as we moved as one. Nothing else mattered but this moment.

  Through my haze, I heard laughing behind me. “All right, girl, we’ll talk in the morning.” Tito slapped the door for good measure. His voice faded away as he called out, “Good night.”

  “You fucking him?” Emilio growled while his teeth scraped over my shoulder.

  I exhaled sharply. “No. Never.” I knew I was going to have marks on my neck, shoulders, and ass from his rough handling.

  “I will kill him,” Emilio ground out as he drove so deep, I could almost feel it in my stomach, and his balls slapped against my skin. “I will kill any man who touches you.” Another thrust. “I swear to God.” Thrust. “No man touches what’s mine.”

  “I’m gonna…” I moaned as I felt my toes curl and tingling ran up my legs as the most intense orgasm I’d had in a long time rolled through me. I bucked my hips into him, riding out my climax.

  My damp forehead rested against his as he kept pumping, and his motions were jerkier. He, too, was about to go over the edge. He hissed and released me pulling out and ripping off the condom. Two pumps later, ropes of cum were shooting out over my stomach and pussy making his final mark on me.

  He pulsed until there was nothing left. His shoulders heaved as he gazed dispassionately at his handiwork, leaving us standing like two strangers in the night, both exhaling heavy like we’d finished a boot camp session. There were no sweet words murmured or gentle caresses or kisses. Emilio’s jaw was clenched tight; his mouth was pressed firmly together in a thin line. I dropped my eyes to the floor—sad, devastated even, that he seemed to hate me so much. Ashamed that I agreed to his proposal. Vulnerable because I was naked, and he’d only lowered his pants and underwear enough to release his cock.