I clutched her breasts as I came, spilling myself deep inside her and not worrying about the consequences. She whimpered, saying my name softly and repeatedly as she watched me. I knew I must have looked like a wild animal to her when I was coming. My long hair ruffled wildly around my shoulders, my chain with the cross dangling furiously on my chest, my muscles taut and tight as I gripped her tender body. I could have crushed her with my force if I wasn’t careful.
I could feel my cock throbbing inside her, still spilling the last drops of my cum. We remained like that for a few more moments, staring deep into each other’s eyes for a bit longer.
Valentina reached for my face, rubbing the backs of her fingers along my shaven jawline where a stubble had started to grow.
I had to force myself to pull out of her, sliding my cock out from within her folds. When I stepped away from her, Valentina’s leg swung back down, and she pressed her thighs close with a snap; like she was shutting a trap.
I licked my lips, still reeling from the effects of making love to this woman of my dreams. A woman no other woman could ever come close to surpassing, in beauty and spark.
“Jesus…” she said my name softly, and I started collecting my clothes off the floor. I hadn’t prepared for this part after the sex. I had ridden my bike like crazy, back to this place, with only one thing on my mind - that I needed to possess her one more time.
I met her eyes now, at a loss for words and she parted her lips to speak again.
“I’m sorry about everything I said,” she told me.
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Valentina had made us mugs of steaming coffee, and we were sitting together in Moira’s living room now.
“I haven’t seen Moira since I came to live here. I don’t want to displace her from her own home,” Valentina said, some of her locks fell over her face as she brought her lips close to the mug’s rim. I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
She’d found a bathrobe in her room, which she was wearing now and I was aware that she was completely naked underneath. I shrugged my shoulders.
“Moira isn’t the kind of person who goes out of her way to be fake-polite. I’m sure she’s just busy with her things, don’t worry about it,” I told her and took a sip of my coffee. I was sitting in an armchair, facing her, my legs spread wide apart with relaxation.
Valentina shied away from looking at me directly, and I could see that her cheeks were flushed.
“Valentina, have you called your father?” I asked, and she looked up at me with a jerk. There was a moment when I thought she was going to jump to the defensive again, but she didn’t. She had decided against it.
“No, I haven’t,” she said, and I stared at her some more. Putting her on the spot.
“Why not?” I asked, and she took in a deep breath and wrapped her hands tightly around the warm mug.
“I’m not sure, Jesus, maybe I don’t trust him anymore. Maybe I never trusted him. Maybe, somewhere in the back of my mind, I already knew what you told me this morning,” she said, and I could feel my muscles untangling. I watched her eyes dart around the room nervously. I could sense that it was difficult for her to talk about her father, and admit that he might be a horrible human being.
“So, you’re saying that you believe what I said to you?” I continued, and Valentina gulped, then took another small sip of her coffee. Just to buy time. When I saw, her nodding her head, I felt relieved.
“Yes, Jesus,” she said and looked up to meet my eyes. “I don’t trust anyone the way I trust you, and I was wrong when I pushed you away this morning. I shouldn’t have said those things to you. I was just lashing out,” she said, and I got up from the armchair and walked over to her.
Placing my mug on the coffee table, I knelt down in front of her and reached for her hands. I covered her hands with mine, so we were both holding her mug now and finally, Valentina looked up to meet my eyes.
“You don’t need to apologize, baby, I understand,” I said, and her lips quivered when she looked at me.
“You’ve gone through this yourself, the betrayal of a father,” she said, and I nodded. She knew about my father; she knew what he had done to me.
“I just want you to be safe and the only way I can keep you that way is if you keep your distance from Romero and the Muerte Viviente,” I continued, and she nodded her head.
“Yes, I know that. I knew that this morning too. I just lost it when you told me what I already knew. What I didn’t want actually to admit to myself. I should have trusted you from the beginning,” she said, and I reached for her face and pulled her in for a kiss.
“Valentina…my feelings for you haven’t changed,” I said when our lips eventually parted. I knew I was taking a leap of faith, but I was either going to be all in or nothing at all. This was the only second chance I could have with the woman I’d always been in love with.
“I love you, Jesus,” she blurted out and then clamped her mouth shut like a little child.
I smiled and stroked her hair. It was soft and glossy, and I knew I wanted to wake up every morning with that hair and that face and that body. This was the truth I had denied myself for such a long time.
“I want to be with you, Jesus. I want to live with you,” she said, and I nodded my head.
“Very soon. I’m going to take care of all of this, and then we can be together the way we were always supposed to,” I said and straightened myself up.
“Are you leaving?” she asked, and I saw the look of fright in her eyes.
“I’ll check on you tomorrow, baby. Today, I should be with my MC and make sure that everything is under control. Just know that you’re safe here, and I’m going to make sure you stay that way,” I said and stroked her cheek.
Valentina finally smiled, and I could see it in her eyes that she trusted me.
“Tomorrow is Sunday,” she said, and I nodded my head.
“Yeah”
“So, I want to go to Church with you. I want to be a part of every aspect of your life, including your religion,” she said, and I ran the tip of my forefinger over her soft luscious lips.
“I’ll pick you up at nine, and I’m leaving you some money so you can go and shop for new clothes or whatever you need,” I said, and after kissing her lightly on her lips, I left the apartment.
We were going to be together; I knew we were. Now that we had found each other again, there was nothing that could keep us apart. Not even the entire forces of Muerte Viviente.
Chapter 14
Valentina
I stood in front of the mirror in the bedroom the next morning. I was already ready and waiting for Jesus to pick me up for Church. I’d gone shopping the previous evening after he left and bought a yellow dress for the occasion. I wanted to look my best for Jesus, and now I twirled in front of the mirror now; marveling at the way the wide skirt moved around my hips.
I’d bought new shoes too, simple black pumps and a new coral lipstick to go with the look. I’d spent fifteen minutes brushing my hair already, which meant that it now glistened and shone in the mirror, falling delicately in gentle waves on my shoulders. I was happy with the way I looked, even the bruise on my jaw from the punch Juan had landed on me, was beginning to fade. With enough makeup, it was well hidden from my face now, and I looked brand new.
In fact, I seemed happy. I didn’t think I could look happy again. Not since I left Connecticut and even there, I was just about getting by. Somehow convincing myself that was the life I wanted to lead. The truth was that I always wanted to come back home and I had always harbored hopes of building a life with Jesus again…King…I needed to remind myself to call him King now since that was the name he went by these days.
I blinked at myself in the mirror. I was a new person now. I wasn’t a scared teenager running away from home anymore. I was an adult and in a relationship with the man of my dreams. More importantly, I belonged to a different gang.
Finally, I felt like this could be a place where I could do good work. Like
I belonged somewhere where I wasn’t just somebody’s daughter. I was somebody’s partner. I made a mental note to speak to King about getting involved with the work that the other women in the MC were doing with the kids. After seeing what the Muerte Viviente did to them, I knew I had to help. I had experience with children as a teacher, and I knew I could be of service. Just like King, I wanted to help the children and make that my priority.
I had spent my whole life in the shadow of Muerte Viviente hanging over my head, but now it was the Rogue Rebels that I was a part of, and suddenly, it made me feel powerful. I knew the MC was stronger that Muerte Viviente, and I smiled at myself in the mirror. Neither my father nor Juan could ever touch me again. Not when I had the support of the Rogue Rebels behind me. Not as long as I had King by my side.
I had spent so much time running away from the memory of him, that I hadn’t even realized that my destiny was with him. That there was no reason for me to have even left the town. I should have just stayed with him here, built a life with him here. He would have taken care of me, in the same way, that he was taking care of me now.
The sound of a revving motorcycle alerted me, and I walked over to the window and pulled the curtains aside. King was on a bike on the street, looking up at the window and I smiled. Right on time!
I rushed out of the apartment, locking the door behind me as I went, and ran down the steps till I was out in the sun now. King remained on his bike, straddling it in position and I could see his eyes roaming over my body, drinking me in.
He looked handsome and strong as he held the bike. His leather jacket was old and looked worn, as did his jeans and the black t-shirt he was wearing underneath. But, it didn’t matter. King was handsome. His hair was in a ponytail and now lay on his right shoulder. His dark eyes glimmered in the morning sun; his thin lips were stretching in a hint of a smile. His face was chiseled and angular, and his skin shone like bronze. King oozed sex, and I knew I wasn’t the first woman to notice it.
“This is new,” I said cheerily as I walked towards him, and I gave him a twirl of my dress as well.
King smiled and nodded his head.
“I didn’t notice because I was busy staring at your face,” he said, and I walked over to him to kiss him. The kiss was sweet and slow, ebbing with promises of what more was to come later in the day. I couldn’t wait, I couldn’t control myself around him. Even just a kiss made my stomach clench, my pussy throb with desire for his mouth, his fingers…his cock.
“I’ve decided to call you King from now,” I said, easing my lips away from him. Somehow it felt wrong to have such thoughts about his body just minutes before walking into a church. Wasn’t it supposed to be blasphemous or something? King grinned at me and nodded his head.
“You can call me whatever you want, Valentina. It’s all music to my ears,” he said, and it made me blush. Nobody else could make me blush the way he did.
He gave me his hand, and I took it to ease myself on his bike, and then I wrapped my arms around his waist.
“Hold tight, baby,” he said when he kicked the accelerator in motion, and I squealed with joy when the bike took off. I could barely control the complete abandon that had taken over my body and soul. I was free at last!
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King was sitting beside me on one of the church pews up front, and I kept trying to remember when the last time was that I had been inside a church. This one was beautiful, and my gaze kept drifting to the light filtering in through the stained-glass windows on the sides and the beautiful architecture above us.
It was a lovely airy room with a large altar, and in it, the priest’s voice boomed. Every time I looked over, I saw King’s face bent over the little Bible he had in his hands. I saw that he was reading the verses that the priest was using as quotes in his mass. I had always known that King stood strongly for his religious beliefs. Even at the lowest points in his life, when I had witnessed his body and soul beaten, he had held strongly on to his beliefs. Now, he looked like he was at peace while the priest’s voice sunk into our hearts.
I couldn’t take my eyes off the man sitting beside me. The man who was keeping me safe, the man who loved me…who I wanted to be the father of my children. My mind whirled with the thought; the realization had never struck me before. I didn’t even know I wanted children, especially after the kind of childhood I had been through myself.
A sudden shuffling of feet alerted me, and I realized that everyone was standing up. Mass was over. King had stood up too, and he was speaking in a gentle, hushed whisper with the older man beside him. I stood up with a jerk, not quite accustomed to the procedures yet.
The old man was holding King’s hand now, pressing his frail ones into King’s larger bronzer hands. Then he looked over at me and smiled, before turning and walking away.
“You seem like you know each other,” I told King when he finally turned to me. He had a fresh, excited look in his eyes, and I could now see the full effect that church had on him. It was like a soul cleansing experience for him, and if I could ever be religious, I knew that I would respect him for his faith.
“I’ve known Patrick for fifteen years. He knew me when I was a kid, and we’ve always sat together here for Sunday mass, every week without fail,” King said, and the smile on his face right then was genuine and far reaching. I touched his shoulder lightly and squeezed.
“You seem happy here, King, and that makes me happy,” I said, and it looked almost like a blush rose up on his face. But he was too masculine to blush! That look disappeared within a second, and he grabbed my hand and was pulling me towards the altar.
“Where are you taking me?” I asked him, as he kept walking. The others in the church had already started pouring out. The priest had positioned himself at the main doors to talk to the members of his parish.
“I want you to see the place, I know every corner here,” King was saying and I looked around me, taking some more time to admire the architecture of the room.
We stood for a few moments at the altar and gazed up at the ceiling. I was turning in circles on my feet, my hair tumbling backward…the beauty of the architecture was overwhelming, and I could feel myself getting calmer by the second. I could see the appeal the church had on King and suddenly, I sensed the shadow of his head fall over mine. He was kissing me.
I yanked myself away from him, clamping a hand on my mouth.
“You’re kissing me in church!” I hissed at him, trying to stifle the smile that was erupting on my face. King was smiling too, in fact, I could sense the familiar look of desire in his eyes too. Was he turned on? My eyes shot over to the front doors where I had seen the priest earlier, and I let out a slight sigh of relief when I realized we were alone.
“So?” he said flatly and grabbed me by my waist, he pulled me to himself with force. I landed on his chest, and he covered my face with kisses again. I tried to wrestle out of his grip, jerking my head around to the doors of the church. Nobody had seen us yet. Everyone had gathered around the priest who was speaking to the ones remaining.
“King! They’re going to banish you from church!” I scolded him, at the same time trying to not burst into laughter. The thrill of the taboo was too much to bear. I had an uncontrollable urge to giggle like a giddy teenager.
“They definitely won’t. My donations are what keeps this place going!” he said and kissed me some more.
I slipped out of his arms and still giggling, still feeling high on adrenaline; I ran away from him, around the altar and towards the wooden doorways at the back. King followed me through, and the sound of our footsteps were the only noises that I could hear.
The hallway was dark and seemed never ending. I didn’t even know where I was headed. King was behind me, fast on my heels and I ran, my laughter echoing in the narrow confines of the hallway.
At that moment, I was completely carefree; I was worried about nothing…and that was the happiest I had ever been. I knew it was absurd and childish, to be running down an aband
oned dark hallway inside a church, but I didn’t care. And it seemed like neither did King.
“In here,” I heard him say, and his hand was suddenly on my elbow, and he had yanked me into a room. Before I even knew what, he was doing, he had bolted the door shut. I was breathing heavily, my breasts heaving as I looked around me.
The room seemed like it was straight out of a medieval church, with stone walls and candelabras on the wall. Rows and rows of cloaks and cassocks were hanging from trolleys.
“Is this the laundry room?” I squealed, breaking into another fit of giggles.
“Looks like it,” King said and lunged at me.
xxx
We were kissing. King had me pressed up against the wall, and I could feel my back grazing roughly against the stone. He was kissing me deeply, his tongue thrusting into my mouth and keeping me in position. I kissed him back with equal force, my hands fumbling the buttons on his shirt at the same time.
A crazy adrenaline rush had taken over my body. The threat of being caught, the possibility of having sex inside a church…everything was powerful, overwhelming my body and mind.
“This is insane,” I mumbled when he pulled his lips away from me, leaving a wet trail down my neck, till his mouth reached the front of my dress.
“You shouldn’t have worn this dress, Valentina. This is insane,” he said and stepped back for a moment to admire me. My cheeks flushed under his gaze as I watched him looking at me. His eyes flitted over my body, drinking in the size and shape of my breasts, looking at the way my dress fell away from my hips.
He grabbed me again, and I gasped when he lifted me up in his arms. My legs dangled for a second, till he guided my knees around him. I held his biceps, and they were taut and thick as he held me in position. My legs were wrapped around his waist now.
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