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“What’s happened to him?” Jesus asked, taking a step towards me again. I was surprised that he even wanted to know after everything Papi had done to him. Then I realized that it was me he was concerned for, not my father.
“I’m not sure. He wrote me a letter a few weeks ago. Something about his heart,” I replied, and Jesus took in a deep breath.
“So, he found you,” he said gruffly, and I didn’t respond.
“Was it a ploy to trick you into coming back? So that he could hold you prisoner?” he asked, gritting his teeth again.
“No, this wasn’t him, Jesus…Papi would never do that to me, no matter what I’ve done. He isn’t the leader of Muerte Viviente any longer since he fell sick. He owes them money,” I said, rushing towards him, but stopping in the nick of time, just inches away from his body. I wanted to be in his arms again; I wanted the warmth of our bodies to mingle, I wanted to feel his breath on my face. He was so strong and powerful and safe, but Jesus was angry. He still couldn’t wrap his head around what had happened to me. He still blamed Papi.
“So, they kidnapped you as vengeance?” he asked, in a quieter voice now and I nodded my head.
“Papi doesn’t even know I’m back; he doesn’t know that I was kidnapped. Please, Jesus, believe me, he might have been cruel and ruthless towards you, and the other boys when you were younger, but he would never do something like this to me,” I cried, and our eyes met. I was holding his gaze forcefully, hoping that he would believe me.
Jesus glared at me for a few moments longer, and then his eyes grew softer.
“Where have you been all these days, Valentina? I left you alone all these years because I wanted you to be safe. I didn’t want to lead the Muerte Viviente to you,” he said, and I could feel my lips trembling. He suddenly looked gentle, almost sad.
“In Connecticut, I trained to be a teacher…I’ve been safe, Jesus. But I had to see him, one last time. I didn’t know that the gang would be waiting for me at the airport. I had no idea what Papi has gotten himself into,” I said.
There was still a distance of a few inches between us, but I could feel his warmth and I was certain that he could hear my heart beating too.
Jesus stretched a hand towards my face, his fingers grazed the bandaged bruises on my face, on my neck, and I pressed my eyes closed. Nobody could touch me like him. Even after all these years of being apart, nobody could make me feel the way he did.
“I have you now, Valentina, you’re safe with me,” he said, and my eyes flew open. He was watching me, and I felt naked under his stare. Suddenly, my body was filled with jealousy. I didn’t want to imagine how many other women he had touched like this. But I was his first; he was mine…we would at least always have that.
“I know I am,” I replied and he lunged at me. Our lips met, and I threw my arms around his neck. Jesus’ hands found my waist, and he lifted me up. My legs instinctually wrapped around his waist as he carried me towards one of the walls of his living room.
His kiss was hungry and powerful. His tongue parted my lips and thrust into my mouth, possessing me all over again. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. My back pressed against the cold wall while he explored my mouth. With my legs wrapped around his waist, I could feel my pussy pressing against his throbbing erect cock. Our clothes separated us, but I knew how much he wanted me. I couldn’t wait to feel his bare skin under my fingertips.
When Jesus drew his lips away from me, we stared into each other’s eyes. His were dark and dangerous. I could see in them what he wanted to do to me.
“I’ve wanted you for so long, Valentina,” he growled as he ran his mouth over my face, over my neck and to the top of my breasts. The back of my head pressed against the wall as I enjoyed the thrill of his tongue on my body. It was scorching hot, leaving a blazing trail of wetness on my skin.
With his teeth, he tugged at my top, while his hands held me in position against the wall. I felt feather light in his arms. Jesus was a grown man now, not the teenager he used to be, and I could see that he was going to fuck me like a man too.
I moaned in his arms while his hands traveled down to the buttons on my jeans. I gasped when he undid them.
“Do you want this?” he asked, breaking his mouth away from my body, looking up at me with fiery expectant eyes.
“Yes…please, I want you,” I begged him, weaving my fingers through his hair.
He kept me propped up with one arm, while he used his other hand to unzip his own jeans. I gulped, licked my lips and watched as he dragged his cock out of his pants.
We were both fully dressed, but there was no time to take our clothes off. We were desperate for each other’s bodies. Not one second could be wasted.
Jesus wound his arms around me again, and I clung to him. Our jeans were pulled down, just slightly down our crotches, enough for his cock to press against my panties. I was dripping wet, my juices flooded out of me, and he hooked a finger on the elastic of my underwear, pulling it down to my jeans with one quick tug.
I pressed my thighs around him more, squeezing his waist, my breathing growing heavier by the second. Jesus’ mouth found mine again, just as he thrust his cock into me with one forceful push.
My body jerked from the force, and I moaned loudly, as I felt his cock sliding into me. Jesus grunted, peering straight into my eyes as he slid his cock out. He had his jaw clenched. There was anger in his eyes, mixed with a desperate need to be inside me. I was holding him with my hands on the back of his neck, looking back at him. He thrust into me again.
We moaned together. I could feel his cock inching deeper and deeper inside me, stroking that spot which I knew would start my wave of orgasms soon.
“Has anyone else fucked you like this?” he growled, through gritted teeth and I knew he wasn’t looking for an answer. He was aware of the truth already, he could see it in my eyes. The three guys I had slept with after I moved to Connecticut, hadn’t even come close to what Jesus was capable of doing to my body.
He slid out and plowed into me again. Our bodies were pressed together, his hands propping me up by my waist, our centers fused together and he thrust and thrust, picking up a rhythmic pattern as he pushed into me. Jesus was more powerful now, and his thrusts were more forceful. Sex with him, in those first few weeks of getting to know each other had been gentle and romantic, now it was wild and animalistic. We were hungry for each other’s bodies.
I swayed in his arms while he continued to move inside me. Letting out a raw cry of pleasure, I sank into his body, my head resting on his shoulder as he continued to pump. My breasts bounced and pressed into his chest, and he held me there. Half suspended in the air, and half pinned up against the wall. He wasn’t going to let me go till he was satisfied.
Jesus’ fingers tangled in my hair as our hips moved together. I couldn’t stop moaning. Nothing before had ever felt this good…not even sex with him. This was a starved desperation that was finally being fed, and I knew he could feel it too.
“Look at me, Valentina. Look at me when I come inside you,” I heard his voice, and I drew my face away from his shoulder. His cock was deep and big inside me, the friction it caused against the walls of my pussy was exhilarating. I felt like I was going to burst any moment. All my frustration, my fright, was going to be released with one final thrust…I could feel it bubbling up inside me.
We stared at each other, my mouth hanging open as his cock slid in and out of me. I could feel my juices trickling out, his cock sliding in it as he grunted and growled.
“Come for me, baby,” he said, and when I heard him call me that, I couldn’t hold back any longer. My orgasm took over my body, shuddering, toe tingling, and I screamed…I called out his name; I begged him not to stop as he pounded into me.
His mouth was firmly set, his eyes bloodshot as his thrusts became quicker and wilder. Then he released too, his seed shooting out of him and burying deep inside me somewhere. We were staring at each other, fighting the urge to
sink our teeth into each other’s skin. I wanted to nibble on his ear, lick his shoulders, feel the dusting of dark hair on his chest which I knew was hiding under that t-shirt.
My orgasm simmered down, and while Jesus remained inside me, it resurfaced again. I screamed out his name as I came for the second time. He was done, but he didn’t stop pushing, his face stretching in a smile as he watched me come. I couldn’t stop, my body was out of my control, and he leaned over and kissed my forehead gently.
“Don’t fight it, Valentina. Give yourself to me,” I heard him say as my orgasm rushed over me.
When it finally subsided again, I felt like I couldn’t breathe. Like there was no air left in my lungs anymore. When Jesus started sliding his cock out of me, I felt a sudden emptiness erupt. I didn’t want it to end. I had no idea what was going to happen next, I just wanted to hold onto this moment for a little longer.
Jesus gently placed me down on the ground and stepped away from me. We were both still breathing hard, and he ran a hand through his hair and shook it out of its ponytail.
“I’m sorry if I hurt you,” he said, and I shook my head.
“You didn’t. I wanted it like that,” I said and watched him push his still-erect cock back in his pants and zip up. I gulped, my body was still shuddering. Chances were that he had his fill of me and now he was going to kick me out. I was technically still a part of the Muerte Viviente after all, and he belonged to the Rogue Rebels MC. My problems didn’t concern him anymore.
“Would you like to take a shower?” he asked me, and my mouth fell open in surprise.
“Okay,” I blurted out. The thought of a warm shower was too tempting to give up.
“The bathroom’s through there, take as much time as you need. I’ll heat up something for us to eat till then,” he said, and I followed the direction he pointed out for me. My tummy instinctively rumbled at the thought of food.
I walked to the bathroom down the hallway and shut the door behind me. In the mirror I stared at myself, for the first time, coming face to face with the state of me and my body. I looked like a mess. How had he wanted even to touch me? Leave alone want to have sex with me.
In a rush, I stripped myself of my clothes and stepped into the shower. When the warm stream of water hit my body, I sighed and turned my face up to the jet, allowing the water to slide smoothly down my aching body. I could still feel the girth of Jesus’ cock inside me. My pussy was still throbbing from the force he had used. What was going to happen to us? He had already been kinder to me than he needed to be.
When I opened my eyes again, I saw him standing at the door. Through the fogged-up glass walls of the shower, I could just see his watery silhouette, and my heart began beating in my chest.
“Jesus?” I said, in a small voice, and I remained still as he stepped closer to me. He was silent for too long, and he was making me nervous.
With one hand, he slid open the door of the shower, and I could see him clearly now. He was fully clothed, and I was completely naked, he was watching me. His eyes were drinking in the shape of my breasts, the curves of my hips, my belly, the dip between my shoulders at the base of my throat. He was staring at me unashamedly.
“I’ll go if you need me to,” I dared to say, and he jerked his eyes up at me. His brows crossed and I could see that I had made him angry again.
“You’re going nowhere,” he ordered, and I watched in shock as he stepped into the shower. For a second, he was still dry, and in the next second, he was drenched. His clothes were soaking wet as he allowed the shower to wash over him. Jesus took another step towards me, now standing directly under the jet. I had to crane my neck to look up at him, and I parted my lips, drinking in some of the water that was streaming down my forehead.
“But…” I began to say, and he grabbed my bare waist, pulling me straight into his arms. Our bodies were pressed together again, and I spluttered while the water poured down over us still.
“I’m going to take care of you, Valentina. Like I was always supposed to. Nothing is going to happen to you ever again,” he said, and he lowered his face down to me. Our lips met, and I closed my eyes, parting my mouth to let his tongue enter in. He didn’t care that his clothes were getting wet, that he was thoroughly drenched now…neither of us did. We were just happy to have found each other again.
Chapter 7
King
After Valentina had eaten, I took her to Church. In the bar, the others had already gathered around Elwood. Heads turned when they saw me walking in with Valentina. I didn’t have much of a track record of being seen with women, and I also suspected it had something to do with how gorgeous she was.
A path cleared out for us, straight to where Elwood was sitting on his bar stool, and I caught Commando’s eye as I walked up to the front. Valentina was right behind me, and I could sense that she was nervous. I had filled her in already with the details of what Church was usually like so that Valentina had an idea of what to expect. However, I knew she didn’t belong in this world, and it was all new and scary for her. Especially now that she had the attention of a room full of tattooed up men in leather jackets.
“King. Congratulations!” Elwood spoke, but his eyes were on Valentina the whole time. He had to have heard that I had left the warehouse sooner than everyone else, and now he was sizing up the cause for it.
“We got all the kids out,” I replied, and a low cheer rang out in the bar. I could sense Girth, Slade, and Commando exchanging smiles as well. Our mission had been successful, and as far as I knew, none of my brothers had been lost to the cause.
“Where are the kids now?” Elwood asked, and Commando stepped up to chip in.
“They’re upstairs in the rooms, eight of them in total, Jewel and Ava are taking care of them,” he said, and I looked at him. He hadn’t gotten out of the habit of referring to his mother by her name, Jewel, and Ava, of course, was his wife. They were the only two permanent female fixtures in our Club at the moment.
“They can’t live here!” Elwood barked in surprise and Girth spoke up next.
“Jewel said that she would house them till we can figure out a more permanent accommodation for them. Ava wants to work towards figuring out school and reuniting them with their families,” Girth said, and Elwood’s eyes narrowed even more.
“When you say that Jewel has offered to house them, you mean, house them in our home?” he growled, and Girth nor anyone else replied. Jewel and Elwood were a power couple, forces to reckon with. While Jewel openly disapproved of her husband and son’s lifestyle, she had learned to live with it, and she made sure that the MC was looked after with a feminine touch. Elwood might have been our leader, and as tough as they came, but he was putty in the hands of his woman.
He turned to me now, blaming me for eight kids living in his house. For putting him in this position.
“I can take them,” I suggested because ultimately, this mission was mine and I should have been responsible for their upkeep. Elwood waved his hand in the air and grunted.
“Jewel won’t let me live this down if I take those kids away from her care. Besides, where are you going to fit eight kids in that tiny place of yours?” he asked and a few of my brothers laughed around me. I wasn’t joking. I would have found a way if it came to that. I wasn’t a man to shirk responsibility when it arose.
Elwood’s gaze landed on Valentina again, who was standing beside me, half shielded by my body now.
“And who is this?” he asked, and I could sense the deathly silence around us. It was the question that was on everyone’s mind. Including Commando’s, even though he hadn’t asked me directly.
“This is Valentina Luis, her father is Romero, the former leader of the Muerte Viviente,” I replied and watched as Elwood’s brows furrowed in confusion.
“You mean the same fuckers who got the Black Skulls involved in the fighting ring business?” he growled, turning his rage to Valentina now. I said nothing but only tipped my head once in response.
/> “The same fuckers who I had to rescue you from ten years ago?” Elwood continued in the same barking voice, and now he stood up from the stool. I could see him taking slow, dangerous steps towards Valentina. His mouth was scrunched angrily; he was breathing fire from his nose. The Muerte Viviente had been a pain in the ass for him for a long time, and now he had the daughter of their leader in front of him.
I didn’t want to fight Elwood, but if he laid a finger on Valentina…
“Daughter of their former leader. My dad is old and sick now, he wasn’t involved with the Black Skulls and their fighting ring,” Valentina spoke up, and I jerked my head down to look at her. I could see the fear mixed with defiance in her eyes. She was staring Elwood down, holding her chin high up in the air.
Elwood stopped in his tracks; the room was still silent. He hadn’t expected Valentina to speak up like that. He grunted, as his eyes roamed over her, he was still sizing her up.
“And what are you doing here? Daughter of the former leader of Muerte Viviente,” he said, in a low hissing voice.
“They were holding her captive. Romero owes the Muerte Viviente money, which he hasn’t been able to pay back. They kidnapped Valentina as revenge,” I cut in, and Elwood turned his emblazoned eyes at me again. I could nearly feel the heat coming out of his nostrils now.
“And what is it to you?” he asked, and I clenched my jaw. He was going to make me confess my feelings and my past, in front of all my brothers here.
“She’s my friend. I knew her from when I used to work the fighting rings for her father,” I said, and Elwood and I locked gazes. He was searching my eyes, trying to figure out the truth behind my words. Then he snapped his head away to look at Valentina again.
“Friends huh?” he said, and he looked into her face, and she looked back. I was proudly surprised that she had the courage to stand up to Elwood, to look him in the eye. She knew exactly how he felt about her father and the rest of the gang that he used to belong to.
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