Always Me

by Walker, Jo-Anna

  His dark eyes turned deadly, his lips curling up. “I’ve missed your mouth, puta.”

  My stomach churned. “How did you get in?”

  He scoffed. “You think changing the locks would keep me out?”

  My stomach dropped. “Sebastian will…”

  “Sebastian will what? He’s in the shower isn’t he? He can’t hear your screams, but I can. Do it again.”

  Tears welled in my eyes. “Please leave. I’ll give you money. Just...”

  Jose laughed. “I don’t want your fucking money. I want you, cochina. If you haven’t figured it out by now, I don’t take no for an answer.”

  Memories of his hard body pressed against my back and his hips grinding into me came crashing into my head.

  Antonio made a noise, interrupting my nightmares. I shook myself and darted for the door when my hair was ripped from behind me, throwing me to the floor.

  A heavy body landed on my waist, straddling me. Jose gripped my neck in his hand, squeezing it tight. I squirmed and wiggled under him, kicking with everything in me, but he wouldn’t budge. He fisted my wrists in his other hand and brought my arms up above my head. Panic set into the pit of my belly as he opened my housecoat, revealing my breasts.

  Jose licked his lips. “You have fucking perfect tits. Even better now since having a kid.”

  My breath came out in short gasps and my vision blurred. “Please…please stop.”

  “Oh, I don’t think so, cochina.” He removed his hand from around my neck and grazed his fingers between my breasts. Running them down to the sash around my middle, he smiled before he ripped the robe open, revealing my naked body. “God. I’ve missed your hot, tight body.”

  My eyes widened when my nipple was pinched. He squeezed it so hard that tears of pain rolled down my cheeks. I cried out, bucking under him.

  “Did you miss me, puta?” he asked again. Jose leaned down and licked up the side of my neck. The scent of alcohol and stale cigarettes made my stomach churn.

  “Fuck you,” I bit out.

  A sharp pain erupted from my breast when he covered my other nipple with his mouth and bit down. I screamed as white-hot agony soared through my chest.

  Jose’s eyes turned black. He wrapped his hand around my neck and squeezed, bringing tears to my eyes. I gasped, which only made my lungs burn.

  “Let’s give Sebastian a little reminder that you’re really mine,” Jose growled in my ear. He squeezed my neck tighter.

  Black spots danced in my vision.

  He released my arms and leaned back on his haunches, softening the grip on my neck. He slammed his mouth down on mine, shoving his tongue between my lips.

  Gagging and gasping for air, I bucked and flailed under him. With everything in me, I bit his lip.

  He cried out and jumped back, a thin line of blood pouring down his chin. His shoulders shook.

  A bitter metallic taste coated my tongue, and I licked my lip, glaring at him. Raw hatred tore through me. I never thought I would hate someone so much. He scared the shit out of me, but him in my son’s room made me more furious then terrified.

  Jose’s nostrils flared and he backhanded me across the face. “I know you like a little pain, puta.” He grabbed my jaw, squeezing his fingers into my cheeks, making my eyes water. He released me and slapped me again.

  My head whipped to the side, sharp pain exploding in my cheek and my lip splitting.

  He squeezed my neck again and kissed me, blood smearing on my lips. He shoved his tongue back into my mouth.

  I groaned and bucked under him.

  Jose licked down my jaw to my ear. His hot breath scorched my skin. “You will be mine, cochina. We were meant for each other. Don’t you fucking forget that.” He removed his hand from my neck and ran his fingers down the side of my body to my ass.

  I squeezed my eyes shut and gasped on a sob when he kneaded my flesh and pulled, bruising me. I cried out at the harsh grip.

  He ran his nose up and down the side of my neck and inhaled. “God, I love you.”

  My stomach dropped. Oh shit. He didn’t love me. My breathing picked up at his confession. He was obsessed.

  He released me completely and rose above me.

  I opened my eyes, confusion coursing through me when he backhanded me again. White spots danced in my vision.

  He lifted his hand again, closed it, and punched me across the jaw. His fist hitting bone made me black out. The next thing I knew, he was gone. The weight of him no longer being on me should have been a relief, but I couldn’t feel anything. It was like I was falling.

  I couldn’t move, my vision blurring in and out. Antonio’s cries erupted around me, and I tried forcing myself to my knees, but my body felt limp, as if I was bolted to the floor.

  My stomach churned. My head spun and I couldn’t see. Cold sweat coated my skin. Bile rose to my throat, and I swallowed past the burning acid.

  Antonio continued to cry but I couldn’t get to him. I couldn’t comfort my own son. My body felt like a useless marionette with no strings.

  My heart raced as the screams of my baby banged through my head. “Stop, please. Baby, stop.”

  “What the hell is going on?”

  I turned my head to the sound of Sebastian’s voice when his musky scent washed over me as he cradled me to his chest.

  “Baby, talk to me.”

  Not giving him a chance to ask what the hell my problem was, I threw myself into his arms and broke. Sobs wracked my body as I squeezed him, molding myself to him. I wanted to dive into him and lose myself. As far away from Jose as possible.

  “Tori,” Sebastian whispered and wrapped his arms tightly around me. “Where is he?”

  “He left,” was all I could get out.

  A loud snarl erupted from Sebastian, and he gently pushed me off of him. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I sat there, sobbing.

  Sebastian stormed out of the bedroom. “I need an ambulance to…”

  “Garrith, that fucker showed up.” I heard Sebastian yell a moment later. “If I see him first, he’s dead.” His voice drifted as he went downstairs. “You hear me? He was in my son’s nursery. He fucking beat up Tori. Man, he fucking hit her. She’s banged up pretty bad. Tell the feds to do their fucking job and guard the entrances to her house and hurry the hell up.”

  I jumped as something hit the wall. Antonio continued to cry, which in turn made me cry harder. What if Jose had done something to harm my son? Oh God.

  A couple of minutes later, Sebastian came back into the room and wrapped his arms around me. “Garrith, Keisha, and dickhead are on their way,” Sebastian bit out.

  I fisted his shirt in my hands and pressed my head against him, not having the energy to argue with him about Brett. What seemed like hours later, footsteps sounded below.

  Panic swirled in my belly and my body tensed until I heard familiar voices. They sounded like they were arguing. Footsteps ran up the stairs, and then a gasp sounded around the room. “Sebastian.” Keisha stood in the doorway, shock at seeing Sebastian etched on her features.

  “Keisha, we need you to watch Antonio,” Sebastian said, firmly.

  “But…you’re alive…”

  He didn’t respond, rising to his feet with me hugging him. A moment later, soft music started playing, making Antonio stop crying.

  My sobs turned into hiccups, my heart beating frantically against my chest.

  Sebastian ran his hands up and down my back, carrying me down the stairs.

  I lifted my head and wiped under my eyes. “No. Shower.”

  Sebastian squeezed me tight against him. “I’m taking you to the hospital first.”

  Chapter 16

  Jose slammed the door to his motel room. His breath rushed in erratically with a growl buried in his lungs.

  Sebastian.

  That fucker had showed up. Jose knew he was alive. He’d sent him the pictures of Tori to fuck with his head, but knowing he was fucking his girl made him want to rip something apart. It
should have been him pounding his cock into Tori. Not Sebastian.

  Tori’s screams while Sebastian fucked her had rattled him as he’d hid in the boy’s room. The kid could pass for his. Maybe the kid could be his. The thought of Tori giving birth to his child made him hard.

  God, to think he was close, he could have had her. Fury soared through him at the thought. It took everything in him not to barge into her room and pull her from the grasp of that cocksucker.

  Sebastian Chelios was in the way...again. He should have made sure he was actually dead.

  Jose dragged his hands through his hair. His thoughts moved back to images of Tori.

  His dick twitched remembering the feel of her tight body squirming under him. Reminded him of their first time together. Her strapped to his bed. Begging for him to release her. Screaming when he burnt her. Restrained for his taking.

  His fists clenched at his side as the smell of her seared flesh roamed into his nostrils as if it were happening in front of him. Hearing her cry for him made his deepest, darkest desires rise to the surface. He was obsessed with her before but since seeing her, holding her tightly as she twitched and moved under, he’d become even more obsessed. He was addicted. He wanted her. Needed her. Craved her.

  Jose’s thoughts went back to that afternoon. The feel of her ass as he squeezed the soft flesh in his hands, bruising her.

  God, he needed to get laid.

  He groaned, gripping his hard cock through his jeans. Why did he leave? He should have just buried his cock deep in her pussy. He should have taken her. Marked her as his, leaving a little reminder for Sebastian.

  When he ripped open her bathrobe, he almost came right then. The view was breathtaking. Her full tits rising and falling rapidly. Her dark pink nipples just asking to be bitten. When she screamed, hot shivers ran through him, making his hard-on even more painful.

  Her bare pussy begged to be fucked. A shaved mound turned him on all the more. No wonder Sebastian couldn’t get enough of her. Jose should have taken her and left her for the fucker to find.

  He wanted to rip her open and wrap her body around his dick, fucking her hard until she passed out from the pain.

  “Shiiiit.” His cock strained against his jeans.

  He locked the door and turned to the view of his desk. Pictures lined the wall above it. Pictures of Tori from the last two years. Images of her smiling and holding her son looked up at him.

  He ran a finger down a glossy photo and moaned. “You will be mine, cochina.”

  Pictures of her with a rounded belly caught his attention. She was hot even when she was pregnant and fat. To think it could have been his baby she was carrying. Next time he saw her, he was going to fuck one into her so then it would be his.

  Jose groaned and undid his jeans. Fisting his dick, he gripped it tight, a gasp leaving his lips as sharp pain coursed down the throbbing length to the base. He liked it hard and rough, and needing more than a little palm action, he’d stroke one out and go find some pussy or ass. Either one worked for him.

  He stroked it from base to tip. Pinching the head of his cock, he jerked, picturing Tori’s hot full lips wrapped around his dick as he fucked her face. Pushing as far as her mouth could take, gagging her. Hot tears rolling down her cheeks as she breathed hard through her nose. He reveled in the thought of making her cry.

  Grabbing a picture of her, he closed his eyes, stroking faster and harder.

  “Ugh...fuck.” His balls tightened as he shot his load all over the picture.

  Shivers ran up his spine as he continued stroking, images of Tori’s naked body banging into his head.

  His hand was sticky with cum and he sighed. He needed Tori, and he needed her soon. Whether she gave in or not, he was going to fuck her hot cunt and then her ass. Bury his cock deep into her waiting heat.

  Jose moaned as his dick twitched, hardening again. Oh yeah, definitely needed her soon.

  Chapter 17

  After getting back from the hospital and dealing with the cops regarding what Jose had done to me, our drive home was long and silent. I wasn’t up for talking. I just needed my son. To hold him. Smell him. Hear his deep breathing. Feel his heart beat against my breast.

  “Are you sure you’re all right?” Sebastian asked me as we walked up the sidewalk. He held my hand, rubbing his thumb back and forth.

  I stood there before entering the house. My eyes burned with unshed tears. “I…I…just need Antonio and a hot bath.”

  Sebastian pulled me into an embrace and kissed the top of my head. “I’m so sorry, baby. God, I—”

  The sound of the door opening made us both turn. Keisha greeted us, holding Antonio.

  Tears filled my eyes, and a breath of relief flooded through me when she put him in my arms. His brown eyes sleepily rose to mine.

  “It’s been a big week for you, baby, hasn’t it?” The smell of lotion and baby filling my nose soothed my rattled nerves.

  “Are you okay?” Keisha asked me, squeezing me in a tight embrace.

  I nodded. I sat on the couch, hugging Antonio to me, cradling him against my chest.

  Sebastian joined me and kissed my head.

  Keisha headed back over to Garrith. “After all of this fucking time, I can’t believe you didn’t tell me.”

  Garrith leaned against the back of the couch with his arms crossed under his chest. “Love, right now is not the time.”

  She looked back at me. “I’m sorry. I’m just…” She sighed.

  I knew how Keisha felt. I was betrayed, but the happiness that Sebastian was alive and well overruled all of the other feelings.

  I watched as she went into the backyard, pacing back and forth.

  Garrith followed her, his blue gaze flicking to mine. His lips were set in a firm line as he stopped in front of me. “I have Gordon and Lector searching the premises for Jose. He won’t get back in tonight,” he whispered.

  “Thanks, my man,” Sebastian told him, running a hand down my arm.

  “So we’re done?” Brett asked, his voice filling with emotion.

  Guilt tore through me at the look of sadness in his eyes. “I’m so—”

  Sebastian tensed beside me. “Damn right, you’re done.”

  “I wasn’t talking to you, asshole,” Brett bit out.

  Sebastian smirked.

  Oh, this was not going to go well, and I was definitely not in the mood for anyone’s shit. “Please, guys, stop. I can’t deal with this right now.”

  Sebastian cupped my cheek and ran a thumb over my bottom lip. “I’m sorry, baby.”

  I placed my hand on top of his and leaned into his palm. “You being here, right now, has me falling in love with you all over again.”

  His dark eyes flashed with warmth at my words. He kissed my head. His lips lingered against my forehead, and I could feel the fury he felt for Jose seeping off of him. The current in the air had shifted since Jose showed up. Sebastian wanted to go after him, but I couldn’t allow that. Jose didn’t succeed in killing him the first time. Who’s to say he wouldn’t be successful the second time around?

  “I think you should put Antonio to bed,” I said quietly.

  He lifted his head and his dark eyes flicked down to mine, mischief dancing in them. “And why’s that, baby?” he asked, his voice taking on the lustful huskiness that I loved.

  “Because.” My body hummed, drawn to him before my brain even had a chance to react.

  “You don’t trust me?” His eyes danced playfully.

  “Oh, I trust you, but I also know you.” I knew he wanted a piece of Brett. Even though none of this was Brett’s fault, Sebastian still wanted to drive his fist through Brett’s face.

  I could feel Brett’s gaze boring into the back of my skull as Sebastian and I stared at each other.

  His eyes heated, distracting me. I opened and closed my mouth. He placed a hand on the back of my neck and covered my mouth in a hard kiss that lasted a little longer than deemed necessary in public. “I’ll pla
y nice, baby,” he said, brushing his lips along mine.

  Shivers ran down my spine. I realized then that he was letting Brett know there was no way in hell he was letting me go. I was his and only his. I swallowed hard at that thought.

  His eyes flicked above my head. Running a hand over Antonio’s hair, he placed a kiss on the baby’s forehead. “Good night, little man.”

  I grabbed onto Sebastian’s shirt. “Behave. Please,” I pleaded.

  “I don’t know why you care so much,” he bit out. Looking down at me, he grabbed onto the waistband of my pants and pulled me towards him. Leaning down, he kissed the spot under my ear.

  “I know why you’re doing this,” I whispered.

  “I’m not doing anything,” he argued, nipping my neck.

  Liquid heat spread between my legs. Pushing him, I stepped out of his grasp. “Stop. Please,” I said a little too loudly.

  His brows narrowed. “There is nothing wrong with me showing you how I feel about you.”

  “You’re trying to make him jealous, so stop.”

  His eyes darkened. “Or else what, baby?”

  “I...I’m not sure yet, but I can’t deal with this shit right now. So both of you need to stop.”

  “I’m sorry, baby.” He kissed my cheek. The thoughtfulness and tender touch of that kiss made my heart swell with love for him. I moved to walk past him when he grabbed my arm and leaned down again, his hot breath grazing my ear. “When this is all said and done and we’re alone…” He licked up my neck making me shiver. “I’m going to fuck you so hard and bury my cock so deep in that sweet pussy of yours, you’ll say ‘Brett who?’”

  I gasped, lust and desire spreading through me at Sebastian’s promise. So much for the sweet and tender moment. Leave it to him to lower the tone.

  I shoved out of Sebastian’s grip and headed up the stairs, my gaze meeting Brett’s along the way. Guilt tore through me as his eyes shone with pain. I had hurt him, and Sebastian kissing me in front of him didn’t help either. He was so possessive and controlling and jealous. Brett had taken care of me while Sebastian wasn’t around. You’d think that Sebastian would be grateful to Brett, but no, not Sebastian Chelios. He was stubborn and pigheaded and always got his own way.