Corrupt

by Elena M. Reyes

  “Guilty.” Lazily, I pump in and out. “Besides, your old teacher—”

  “Wait!”

  “Something wrong? The baby?” I’m already standing with her still impaled, her legs around my waist as we exit the large, claw-foot tub my girl fell in love with during our stay in Miami. “Are you in pain? Talk to me, Preciosa.”

  “I’m okay, Papi, but what you said just brought back a memory.”

  “Don’t scare me like that.” Laying her down on our bed, I cover her body with mine, mindful of the baby bump. Chest to chest. My cock nestled tightly in her heat.

  “Such a good husband. Always worrying.”

  “You and this little one are my priority.” At my words, she clenches, pulling a hiss from me. Taunting little thing wants to play, but I’m curious about her jostled memory and take her slowly. My strokes are deep, controlling as I pin her hips to the bed and love her with no hurry. “Now, you mind telling me what’s on your mind?”

  “Now?” It’s a keening little cry as I pull out, leaving just the tip inside. “Can we discuss this after?”

  “No.” Fisting my cock, I run the bulbous tip through her slit and circle her clit. “Tell me?”

  “So frustrating,” Solimar growls out and it’s the sexiest little sound. A small hand slips over mine and pushes it aside, jerking me just how I like it. “All I was wondering is how you made it to the dance studio so quickly after the Gabriel incident? What happened after I left?”

  “Why does it matter now.” I’m gritting my teeth hard; her hand on me is exquisite. “Answer me.”

  “Curiosity—”

  “Killed the cat.” I pump my hips twice, savoring her tight hold. The way her fingers struggle to wrap around my girth. “Does it matter?”

  “Tell me, Papi, and I’ll make it worth your while.”

  “You’re dangerous.”

  “And all yours.” Those three words always unleash something in me that I can’t control. Before her next intake of breath, I take control of both hands and place them above her head, slamming in to the hilt. My thrusts are fast—almost animalistic with my insatiable need for her.

  She’s changed my life. Brought peace and love, and the yearning to take her over the precipice of Nirvana burns deeper with each gyration. With each pump of my hips.

  “Oh, God. Alejandro, I’m—” I cut her off with a searing kiss, taking her breath as my own and feeding it back. We’re slick with sweat, bodies grinding, and when I slip a hand between us and skim a nail over her bundle of nerves, Solimar pulls her lips from mine and screams.

  She’s tight, wet heat.

  She’s my heaven and hell.

  “Motherfucking mine,” I grit out through clenched teeth as my orgasm slams into me and she milks my come. Every rope combines with her slickness creates a scent uniquely ours and I inhale deeply, closing my eyes as the last shivers rush through us. “Fuck, I needed that.”

  “I know you did.” Sol cups my face, caressing my stubbly cheek with her thumb, and I look down at her. She’s sated, face flushed and breathing a little choppy, and yet her expression holds a bit of amusement. “You’ve been growling at everyone for the past two days.”

  “I’m not someone who shares.” No shame; I shrug. I’m also not going to mention that her grandfather is in a hospital in Bogota with two broken legs and a mouth without teeth at the moment. It was a Christmas gift to me, from myself via the use of his cane.

  Same cane he used to hurt Solimar. Piece of shit asshole.

  “Men,” she huffs a laugh before raising a brow. “So, about that studio? Gabriel?”

  “That’s simple.” Pulling out, I sit back and lay a possessive hand over her stomach. At only four months, it’s small and round and perfect. “I bought the studio shortly after meeting you. And two, I shipped him back to his country with a few broken limbs and the kind suggestion to never return.”

  “Jesus. That’s just...”

  “The truth. I’ve never hidden who I am.”

  “I know.” A pinking tint spreads across her cheeks, and it’s not from my previous taking. “Is it horrible that I find those actions sexy?”

  “Not at all. They just solidify what I’ve always known.”

  “And what’s that?” Solimar bites her lip, her legs widening once more. Always so needy. Always so beautiful.

  “That you were made for me.”

  OUTTAKE

  Dear Solimar,

  I hope this letter finds you in a better place and away from the people who’ve hurt you, myself included. I’m sorry, prima. So sorry that I let myself get pulled into a stupid game of unfounded jealousy over a man not worth dog shit on the ground.

  But this is all on me.

  I made the mistake and forgot where my loyalties lie. I forgot who I am, and what I’ll never allow myself to become again.

  Please know that I didn’t leave because of you, but because it’s the right thing to do. I need to work on myself, be a better person before this little one is born. He—because I truly feel it’s a boy—doesn’t deserve to live his life with a woman who’s more concerned with her looks than the well-being of her child. With someone so lost in her self-importance that she failed the one person who’s always been there for her.

  I love you, Sol. I love you and I’ve hurt you, and for that, I’ll never be able to forgive myself.

  Please be happy and hold on to the love you’ve found. He’s a keeper. A good man, and one day, I hope to be able to visit and see for myself the beautiful life I know you’ll build together.

  Best wishes and all my love,

  Laura.

  “WHAT ARE YOU reading?” Alejandro asks, coming to stand behind me inside of my old room. We’ve been married since early this morning, a ceremony lit by the early morning sky and barefoot in the grand garden behind the presidential home. His mother and mine were there along with our siblings, everyone happy and excited over the joining of two families that refuse to be torn apart by greedy, worthless men.

  It was the perfect ceremony.

  What I’ve always dreamed of.

  “Nothing. It’s nothing,” I moan low when his lips settle on my neck and pepper kisses up and down the expanse, nicking my collarbones before repeating the process. Because it is nothing and doesn’t change a thing. And maybe in time I’ll feel differently, but right now the only thing that matters and deserves my attention is this man.

  Not someone who threw me away for a cheap thrill.

  I’ve been wet for him since this morning, a needy little mess due to my desire to please and thank him for his love and devotion.

  Because I see it. The stormy yearning that lives within us that consumes while nourishing our souls. We’ve always been meant to be, and I know that now. I breathe it in each time he looks at me.

  It’s in our touch. Our kiss. The way we make love, demanding more from the other, and then soothing the aftershocks.

  We’re always perfect, but tonight I want a little more. To explore something I know he wants.

  It’s my wedding gift to him.

  Hands skim my right side and pull the zipper down. The fabric parts and falls, catching on my hips before I shimmy and then step out. There’s something he doesn’t know and I’m a little nervous, but before he reaches out to grab me, I step back.

  “Sit.” It’s a command that he follows, taking a seat on an antique chaise lounge inside of what has been my bedroom for the last few years. Alejandro is watching me through hooded eyes, pulling off his wife-beater before leaning back and patting his lap. Not yet.

  I want to make this last for him. Give him what he needs just as the beautiful man before me gave me half an hour to calm my nerves and relax before coming to find me once more. It was the opening I needed to read the note I found this morning addressed to me and check on my little surprise, the latter of which is making me drip down my thighs.

  “You have exactly five minutes before I pin you beneath me, Preciosa. Make them count.” This is
a scene I’ve pictured before, fantasized about while touching myself to thoughts of him.

  Always him.

  “Hands behind your head, husband.” I’m crawling up his body from the foot of the furniture to his hips, straddling right over his hardness and grinding down. “Don’t move.”

  “Little girl, you have three minutes. Do your worst and then pray for mercy at my temple.”

  “I’ll do a little more than that.” Taking in a deep breath, I push up on my knees and stand. He’s beneath me, looking up, devouring every single inch of my near-naked body with only a tiny white pair of panties covering my surprise.

  This little pair is held by two delicate strings on each side, and when his eyes meet mine again, I pull. One tug and they fall, exposing my slick core to his hungry mouth.

  He licks his lips and my thighs tremble. The thick bulge in his slacks peaks out from the undone waist, zipper open and no underwear beneath can be seen, which gives me easier access for what I have planned.

  The muscles in his arms flex, and now the countdown is almost over. Alejandro’s fighting the urge to grab me, to make me scream his name, but before he can, I turn around.

  There’s a hiss from him that follows, his thighs bucking up of their own accord, and I take that as my cue. Throwing a quick wink over my shoulder, I bend at the waist and tease the bulbous tip of his cock while beneath me his body freezes and breathing becomes labored.

  Those hands that had been behind his head are now gripping my waist while the other explores. “Fuck me, Preciosa. This is a beautiful sight.”

  “It’s all for you,” I moan, hips swiveling as he pulls and pushes the plug in and out of my ass. “I’m ready for you.”

  “Baby, what you’re offering is—”

  “I want you to fuck my ass, Alejandro.” No sooner has the last syllable passed through my lips than I find myself on my back atop the chaise with a beautiful warrior hovering over me. He’s toying with me, testing the strength of each thrust of each entry, while I’m nearly clawing at the sheets.

  I’m wet. Swollen. And near tears of frustration within the span of a few minutes and he knows this.

  No one can read me as he does. No one can bring me pleasure but him, and I’m so turned on that the lube I used earlier to prepare me is nearly useless. My juices run down from my opening to the crack and then disappear where the toy is deeply lodged after his last push of the jeweled end.

  “So motherfucking beautiful and mine.” It’s a growl, lip curling over his teeth a second before they latch on to my nipple and pull. The tug sends a shock of pleasurable pain to my pussy and I clench, trapping the plug where it is with a scream. “You want this, don’t you? Want me to break you and then put you together again.”

  “Please!” I cry out, clawing his shoulders in an urge to get him to move. To come closer. “I’m ready for you. No foreplay or waiting.” My grey eyes meet his hooded cognac ones. “Take what’s always been yours…oh, God!”

  I’m not sure when he pulled the plug or when his pants disappeared, but then he’s there and I’m clenching for a different reason. Alejandro pins my legs back with his body while his cock seeks out my entrance, pushing the head in and then pausing as the tight ring of muscle clenches. He’s bigger than the toy I’ve been using, thicker, and the indulgent sting takes my breath away.

  “Talk to me, Preciosa. You okay?” Concerned eyes meet my lustful ones and whatever he sees makes him chuckle, the movement sending little bursts, of pleasure through my body.

  And that’s just the head. He’s going to feel amazing.

  “More. All of you.”

  “Are you sure?” As he says this, his hips thrust forward and a few more inches sink in, my muscles giving way to his strength. He’s not halfway in and I feel stretched and full—every processor in my body is shooting off at the same time, and an overwhelming tingle forms at the tips of my toes and begins to run up my legs.

  “Yes. Papi, don’t make me beg.” I wiggle beneath him and free his hold on my leg, wrapping them around his waist tightly, and urge him closer with the heel of my foot. That earns me a little more, a bigger thrust, and my eyes roll back. “It feels so good. My body is vibrating and I’ve…oh God!

  A swift stroke and he bottoms out, pinning me with both hands on my hips. “You going to come for me, little flower? My cock in your ass going to make you squirt?”

  “What’s happening to me?” The sensation is growing, and I feel warm, almost feverish as my body coils tight and my clit throbs. From the bottom of my feet to the very last strand of hair on my head, I’m sensitive and desperate and I don’t know what for. All I am aware of is my need for this man.

  “That’s it, Sol. Squeeze again…just like that,” he hisses out, grip tight and his thrust forceful. Deeper. Alejandro’s riding me hard and using me for his pleasure, taking what he wants while giving me everything in return. “Motherfuck, baby. You’re my heaven. All I’ll ever need.”

  “I love you, Alejandro. Always.” My eyes roll back and breathing becomes difficult, but it’s when his right hand leaves my hip and slips between us that I lose focus. I’ve been fighting a losing battle since walking into this room, and the thread of coherency I fought to hold onto snaps. A single pass of his finger over my trembling bundle of nerves and I explode, crying out his name as my back arches and every limb in my body feels as though it’s vibrating.

  There’s a rush of wetness that leaves me, and his responding growl shakes us.

  His curses above me are like a prayer, and when his hips snap forward a final time, I’m hit with another wave of ecstasy.

  I feel him coming inside me, and it’s what I consider heaven on earth.

  This is how I want to spend the rest of my life. With him. Loving him.

  And I’ll pray every night to grow old together with the love of my life beside me.

  He is mine and I am his, and let no man separate what God has brought together.

  I’m home.

  THE END.

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  COMING SOON:

  YOURS (BEAUTIFUL SINNER #4)

  COMING: November 06, 2020

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  Fate is a word I now believe in...

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  About the Author:

  Elena M. Reyes was born and raised in Miami, Florida. She is the epitome of a Floridian and if she could live in her beloved flip-flops, she would.

  As a small child, she was always intrigued with all forms of art—whether it was dancing to island rhythms, or painting with any medium she could get her hands on. Her first taste of writing came to her during her fifth-grade year when her class was prompted to participate in the D. A. R. E. Program and write an essay on what they’d learned.

  Her passion for reading over the years has amassed her with hours of pleasure. It wasn’t until she stumbled upon fanfiction that her thirst to write overtook her world. She now resides in Central Florida with her husband and son, spending all her down time letting her creativity flow and characters grow.

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  SERIES:

  BEAUTIFUL SINNER SERIES

  Each book is a standalone.

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  SIN (#1)

  COVET (#2):

  MINE (#3):

  YOURS (#4): PRE-ORDER 11/6/2020

  (Marked Series)

  Marking Her #1

  Marking Him #2

  Scars #2.5

  Marked #3

  (I Saw You)

  I Saw You

  I Love You #1.5

  Unseen Heart: Part One

  Unseen Heart: Part Two (Coming Summer 2021)

  Dark Romance

  (Voyeur Series) Co-Author

  Taken

  Tied


  Broken

  Damaged

  Freed

  (Teasing Hands) Re-Released

  FREE Teasing Hands #1

  Teasing Hands #2

  Teasing Hands #3

  SAFE ROMANCE:

  Taste Of You

  Doctor’s Orders

  Back To You

  STANDALONES:

  Craving Sugar

  Stolen Kisses

  24 Roses

  Hell

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