Primitivo

by Croft, Rose

  However, anytime we’d been together in public, it was a whole different story. They were well-loved in their social circles. Both were quick to let everyone know they were passionate about helping the less fortunate, and how they’d wanted to give me a better life. In private, they didn’t hesitate to let me know how ungrateful I acted, although I constantly told them how fortunate I was. I even questioned myself. Was I really ungrateful and selfish?

  The Coronas looked down on me when I moved in with Emilio and found out I was pregnant. “Typical of a girl like you,” Betina had said to me and shook her head in disappointment. “Trying to trap a man who has money is not who we are. Then again, you were always lazy and unmotivated. Heaven knows we’ve given you every opportunity in the world, and this is how you repay us?” That was one of the last conversations I had with my adopted family. They essentially washed their hands of me.

  Despite, the rocky relationship, I never spoke a bad word about the Corona’s because, at the end of the day, they had given me a somewhat stable life. Again, I never wanted to portray anything other than a sense of gratitude.

  “We’ve missed you so much, Sofía,” Betina said and dabbed her napkin under her dry eye. “You’ve been very selfish to not come see us all this time.”

  I wrapped my arms around her stiffly. “I’m sorry.” The words choked out of me, and I could feel the awkward pat at my back. All those self-doubts drifted through me. Maybe, they did care, and I was too obtuse to see.

  When we pulled apart, Betina glanced down at her daughter. “Emilio, I was hoping you and Belinda would get back together. I know our daughter is stubborn and you are too, but I would hate to see you settle for something short of what you deserve because of your pride.” She flashed a bitchy smile at me. “That would be like opting for bean dip when you could’ve had caviar.”

  I rolled my eyes closed and told myself to breathe calmly. The mantra of turn the other cheek came to mind. However, the pent-up anger surged higher batting that mantra to the side, wagging a finger and screaming, “not in my house!.”

  Emilio’s hand tightened around my hip, despite his anger, he was giving me his support. Somehow, his masked protectiveness gave me the strength to say the words I’d held in for too damn long.

  I faced the three people who sat with an air of privilege. “I may not be perfect, come from the right background, or ever be as successful as you, Belinda. However, what I do have is more valuable to me than all the money in the world. Love for my family. My greatest success is the little boy who you once labeled as a mistake and were too preoccupied with your phone to notice as he ran out to the street.”

  Belinda’s bored expression transitioned into mild shock. Emilio even twitched in surprise, too, but kept silent. “Eric and Emilio are worth everything to me. Maybe one day, you will experience true, unconditional love.” I gave my attention to my foster parents, and despite the edginess deep in my nerves, I glanced calmly between them. “I was fortunate that you gave me a home when I was alone as a young teen. I can never repay you. However, I will never again allow you to speak to me disrespectfully. If you ever address me again, it will be with respect or not at all.” The table was not surprisingly quiet because Belinda’s parents would never cause a scene in public.

  Adrian raised his eyes in mild amusement and started a slow clap. “I couldn’t have said it any better.” Who was this man? Mr. social etiquette had a demented side to him.

  Emilio’s brows were drawn in distaste as he scanned the table. He plastered a wolfish smile on his face. Regardless of what he felt about the situation, he seemed to be seeing Belinda and her family’s true colors for the first time. “By the way, give me bean dip any day. I’ve tried caviar…” He scrunched his face like Eric did when he smelled coffee. “And it sucks.” He bowed over dramatically. “Enjoy the rest of your meal.” He led me away while I hid a smile over the small victory I felt I’d just won.

  Sofía

  “We need to talk about this.” I sat on the edge of his bed in his room. I thought after today he would shut down with what had happened, but he’d defended me. However, the ride home was silent, but as soon as we entered the house, he led me to his room. Yovani had taken Eric out for pizza, again. Wasn’t even going to think about how he’d eaten too much junk food the past few days.

  “Talk about what?” He stepped closer, unbuttoning the top button on his shirt and stared down at me.

  “That day. What happened with Eric. You. Belinda.”

  “What the fuck, Sofía? You wanna play therapist now?”

  I gasped and cocked my head, puzzled.

  “What do you want to know? How I was a broken man because my son almost died? Or how furious I was when I found out you were there? I wanted to fucking kill you that’s how angry I was.” I closed my eyes letting his words sink in. I knew he’d been devastated because I was too. “You really want to go there?”

  “Yes. You have to hear me out. It hurt when you and Belinda…”

  “Oh, you were hurt? You were fucking hurt?” He glared at me with shoulders bunched and arms spread wide.

  “Why? Of all people, did it have to be her?”

  He gripped the back of his neck. “Because you fucking left me. And she seemed just as distraught as me and we sought comfort in each other. Don’t you dare judge me for this.”

  “I don’t.” I fisted my mouth trying to keep from sobbing. It seemed like every time I was around Emilio, the water works commenced.

  He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly dropping down beside me. “It obviously didn’t work out.”

  I looked down at his strong pant-clad thigh grazing mine. Finally, he broke the silence. “Do you know why it didn’t work out?” My head shot up, and his lips twisted in pain. “Come on, Sofí… you want to know, don’t you?”

  He pierced me with his gaze. “She lied about that day,” I said.

  “I don’t want to fucking hear it.”

  He could be as furious as he wanted to be, but I was going to tell him whether he wanted to hear or not. “Eric was outside by himself. She wasn’t watching him. She was on her phone… I grabbed Eric before he ran out to the street.”

  “What the fuck were you doing there in the first place?”

  “I had to see him. See you. I was going to escape Tito and, ask you for help, but Belinda showed me the engagement ring. I knew I was too late. For everything.”

  Emilio cursed in Spanish scrubbing a hand over his face. Finally, he sighed, “What happened next? How did the accident happen? Why was he in the goddamn street?”

  “Belinda saw me and came at me. She was taunting me, telling me that although you’d fucked me, she was the girl you were marrying. She told me I was trash and jealous and how you’d loved her all along, and told me she’d call the police and have me arrested for threatening her. I saw Eric walking out to the street, and I made a move to grab him, but Belinda pulled me back and continued her tirade about how you’d never look at me again because you hated me so much.” I closed my eyes hearing the sound of squealed tires again. “I couldn’t get to him in time.”

  “Then, you took off?”

  “No. We were both kneeling beside Eric and I called nine-one-one. I checked his pulse as Belinda screamed at me that this was all my fault. He was alive, and I stayed with him until the ambulance came. However, Belinda threatened me again saying she was going to turn me in for trying to kidnap Eric if I didn’t leave.”

  “Dammit,” Emilio growled, clearly battling what he thought he knew about the situation, and what I said.

  I laid my hand on Emilio’s tense arm trying to calm him. “I was terrified but would’ve never left. All I cared about was Eric’s well-being. I stayed until the last possible second.” Everything was such a crazy blur at that time. I could’ve told him Belinda was more concerned about Emilio’s reaction when he found out, and not about Eric lying on a stretcher. However, I didn’t. What was the point? “I tried to see my baby boy at the hospital
, but I was denied access.” I couldn’t hold my tears back. “I was so distraught. I only wanted to see my son, and I couldn’t.”

  Emilio shook his head. “This would’ve never happened if you hadn’t left.”

  “I know.”

  He exhaled heavily and raked a hand through his hair. “Do you want to know why it didn’t work between Belinda and I?” he asked again, and his eyes were cold and haunted.

  “I don’t need to know.”

  He lifted his lips but the humor never met his eyes. He leaned in and ran his hand up my neck. His thumb dug into my skin like he wanted to inflict pain, but he didn’t. He wouldn’t.

  “Why? Do you think the truth would hurt too much?” He yanked me close where our lips almost touched. “Come on, Sofí, I know the curiosity is killing you.” His eyes were on my mouth. “Belinda wasn’t you. She couldn’t have my heart. I’d given my heart to you long ago, and she was a poor replacement. I hated you because you still had my goddamn heart. You still do. And that’s the fucking truth.”

  His lips crashed down on mine. Harsh and desperate. I melded against him and gladly took his punishment. He bit and nibbled his way down my neck, feasting on me like an animal, and I threaded my hands through his hair holding him close.

  His fingers dipped into my cleavage while he hooked the hem of my bodice and dragged it down. Emilio panted as his heavy lids stared at my breasts. His large hands ran up my sides, and he clutched the underside of my boobs squeezing hard, pushing them together. His fingers pressed into my skin. “So beautiful, so perfect.” His words were soft, and he spoke as if he were alone talking to himself. He leaned in as his tongue circled one of my pebbled nipples and then bit down. I cried out, and he sucked lapping his tongue around it. His words vibrated against me. “What have you done to me? What kind of spell have you put on me?”

  Emilio

  It was a rhetorical question pushed out unwillingly, and she didn’t respond with words. Instead, Sofía curled a finger under my chin lifting my face to hers and placed her lips on mine in a gentle kiss. Her hands caressed my cheeks as she offered her mouth, pouring her brand of sweet comfort in me, easing me amidst my chaotic emotions. I wanted to tame her, control her, use her, protect her, and put her on a goddamn pedestal. Then ruin her again and be her hero when I fucked her into salvation. I couldn’t understand how all of those conflicting thoughts pulsed through me when I was around her.

  “You okay with this?” I had the wherewithal to ask, needing to know since we’d had a heavy night of dark confessions.

  She cupped my face. “I’ve never been afraid of you. Of what we do together. I trust you. I feel safe with you. You’re the only man I’ve ever been with.”

  I had to control the rapid beating of my heart. “Damn you, Sofía, you say all the right words…” I tugged her bodice down her waist as she raised her hips. “I’m taking a stupid fucking risk…” I slid the dress down her sleek legs. “If you’re playing me…” Soon, her panties were next to go.

  “I’m not—”

  I cut her off and kissed her hard and long before she could say anything else tackling her down on the bed with me. She kissed me back just as fiercely. Flammable we were. I was the charcoal, and she was lighter fluid. It only took one strike of a match to set us off. Combustible. Primitivo. Our attraction was primitive, raw, and beautiful in its savage vulnerability.

  I kissed down her body and latched onto one of her pebbled rosy nipples. I wasn’t lying when I said I could eat her up. Her skin was soft and smooth and lighter than mine. She moaned as I twirled her nipple between my teeth and licked. “Harder,” she urged and shoved her hand into my pants curling her fingers around my dick. I groaned and bit simultaneously while she cried out. Then, I licked the pain away.

  She stroked me until I thought I would come prematurely. I yanked her hand away, not wanting to blow my load before this got started. “Not like this, Sofí.” I ran my lips down her stomach, savoring her taste, her fucking perfection. When I reached the scar at her pelvis, I licked a trail over the slightly etched skin. My mind was in twisted turmoil. This was the beautiful mark that would always be a reminder she bore our son. The greatest gift she could’ve given me. I still struggled to come to grips with her leaving, but this was our history. And when we were together, it was so good. So, fucking good.

  Sofía threaded her fingers through my hair as I moved lower. She was already squirming around, while I was just getting started. I lowered myself and ran my tongue lower touching her clit and shouldered her legs wider. “Yes, baby.” She gasped.

  She smelled like hot sex, looked like every man’s dream, and gave me a warm feeling like every beautiful memory I ever wanted to hold on to. I wanted to taste my fill until I couldn’t take anymore, but that would never happen because I would never get enough of her. I spread her folds wide and dove in like a man in a food-eating contest. I tongued her to death and added a finger, too. She twisted in sweet agony beneath me because, like muscle memory, I knew what set her off.

  “Oh God, Emilio…” Yeah, baby, I will have you crying to the heavens. I could brag, but my ass was humping the bed like a pre-adolescent who discovered playing with your dick felt really good.

  I shoved her thighs back until her hips were nearly off the bed. Her feet dangled in the air. I was going to destroy her. I had to temper my raw emotions because there was still a part of me that wanted to extract my pain on her. I knew deep down I never would, but she made me lose control, and I didn’t welcome that feeling. However, I was already high on reaching nirvana, and it was too late to stop.

  I licked her tight hole and fingered her pussy. “You like that, baby?”

  “Yes!” She gasped with fingers digging into my skull. She seemed on board with anything I did. That alone made me hard as fuck.

  I pressed into her asshole with the tip of my tongue and curled my fingers inside her dripping pussy. Hitting her G-spot.

  That was the spot I knew would set her off. “I’m coming.” She was crying out so loud I thought she might shatter a window. Then again, it made me want to beat my chest and take pride in what I did to her.

  I suctioned my mouth to her pussy wanting to lap up every drop of her sweet orgasm. Her breaths expelled hastily, and I watched her as her wound-up body relaxed and fell against me. I sat back on my haunches and swiped the back of my hand over my mouth. “You still on birth control?”

  Through her haze, Sofía seemed embarrassed, but she didn’t look away. “No.”

  My fingers clenched around her thighs letting the one word sink in. I wanted to fuck her raw. I knew it was a stupid decision. It hadn’t taken much for her to get pregnant the first time we were together. It was an honest mistake, then. I never ever had regrets about getting her pregnant. However, now… I didn’t want to risk it.

  I didn’t need to risk it.

  Anyone with half a brain would’ve wrapped that shit up.

  Anyone with half a brain wouldn’t have gotten back with the woman who supposedly fucked over their significant other.

  And… anyone with half a brain would’ve never considered fucking her again.

  “I’ll come in your mouth.” My brain was on silent, while my dick was doing all the reasoning. I’d officially lost my flipping marbles.

  Giving zero shits that I was making a bonehead mistake, I stood up shrugged out of my shirt and yanked down my pants and underwear as she watched. Now, would’ve been the time to reconsider and pull out the latex. But I didn’t. Again, that damn muscle memory was flashing through my mind. I remembered how it felt when there were no barriers between us.

  I slid into my bed and pulled her on top of me. “Put it in.”

  She grabbed my cock and positioned it under her pussy. Sofí lowered herself slowly as she watched me. I squeezed her hips as my tip breached her, savoring this moment, fighting a battle to grip her shoulders and push her down, hard and desperate. She was my obsession. She was my fucking downfall.

  I gave h
er the time to feel like she was in control. Let her take from me for once because lately, all I wanted to do was command, destroy, take, and take more.

  I had to fight my hips from bucking up against her as she slowly sunk down on me. Her eyes widened as she clawed into my chest. “It feels so good, baby.” Her breathy voice and tight pussy were about to make me reconsider giving her time to reacquaint with my dick. She was sex on a stick, and my stick was about to voice his opinion like someone pressing the lever on a whipped cream bottle.

  “I know.” I gritted my teeth, allowing her to get her feel and move up and down slowly on me. Her exquisite tits jiggled in front of my eyes, tantalizing me. I’d never been one to savor moments in sex, but with Sofía, I was a living camera who wanted to take a picture of every action she did, capture every second, and then splice all the moments together. Replay it forever. Her shit was more potent than any drug I’d ever taken. My weakness. My demise.

  She leaned in as her nails curled into my chest. “I love you.” Sofía placed a kiss on my neck, while she rode me harder. “I love you,” she repeated and ran her lips over my cheek. My mind was thumping furiously, adrenaline fueled, with my cock shoved deep in her walls, and the words she kept professing. “I love you,” she repeated and kissed me like I was her savior, and the world was falling apart around us.

  I struggled to accept her words. My brain short-wired, but my dick was pushing forward, reaching for the prize. The white ribbon was there—the finish line. So fucking close. So goddamn close my toes started to curl, and I could feel a cramp in my calf from how tightly wound I was.

  “Get ready.” My voice wasn’t even mine as I lifted her off me, and she leaned over and closed her mouth over my cock. I growled out her name as she sucked my cum. She took it all as I kept pulsing like a boy who’d had sex for the first time with his ultimate fantasy.