by K. L. Fast
“No, show me,” I say breathlessly. I don't want to fight this. I want to be his more than anything.
“Gladly.” He growls low his hand tightens ever so slightly on my throat. I moan. He slams his lips on mine plunging his tongue into my mouth as he takes what is his. My hands go to the buttons of his shirt and I try to get them undone when they don't do what I want. I growl and grab the edges ripping the shirt clean open. I practically purr as I run my hands over his washboard abs and down to his happy trail that disappears below his belt. He grins against my lips and suddenly both of his hands are at the skirt of my dress. He pulls back. “Two can play at that game, Princess.” He grins while ripping my skirt up the middle until it is ripped in half and hanging open and he has a full view of my black lacy bra and panties. Before I can react, his hands are on my ass and he is picking me up putting me on the edge of the desk. He undoes my bra and lets it slid between us he cups my breasts in his hands and runs the tip of his thumb over my nipples until they are hard little points. “Fuck still so responsive. Your head might not be there yet, but your body fucking knows that its mine.” I whimper and my hips buck against his. I moan again as his hard cock pushes against my wet pussy my hands go to his belt.
“I need you, Hector. Please fuck me,” I beg spreading my legs wider.
“Hell, you are so sexy begging for my cock.” He runs his hands down my stomach. One of them goes to the front of my panties. He runs two thick fingers over my pussy lips through the drenched fabric causing me to moan. “Damn, your pussy is soaked.” He growls, quickly undoing his belt. He shoves his pants down his hips. He grabs the front of my underwear and moves them to the side. He runs the head of his cock through my wet lips and my eyes roll in the back of my head. My hands fall back onto the desk. His hand on my hip digs into my hair and he pulls my head back. He kisses my neck and my pussy spasms. I moan loving the slight sting. “Open those pretty green eyes baby. I want you to see what I am about to do to you.” My eyes snap open and I blush at his heated stare. He lets go of my hair. His pupils dilate and he licks his lips he leans forward and kisses me hard. When he pulls back, he runs the head of his cock over my clit then back down to my opening. Without any warning, he slams into me to the hilt.
“Oh, God,” I cry out as I come quickly.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, Carmen. Your little cunt is like a vice,” he says through clenched teeth. He starts to pound into me so hard the desk moves. He falls forward and wraps his arms around my back, he pulls me down on his hard length. On every upward thrust, my hands dig into his back. I scream his name as he fucks another orgasm out of me. He groans and buries his face in my neck. “Give me one more Carmen.”
“Oh, God. I can't Hector, it's too much. Oh, God, that feels so good.” My legs start to shake, and I feel my pussy start to flutter as a warm ball of ecstasy washes over me. I feel his cock swell inside me.
“Yes, you can Princess, give me one more.” He slams into me one more time and I cry out as the most intense orgasm washes over me. He roars and I feel rope after rope of his come fill my womb. I run my hands through his hair while he kisses my neck.
“Hold on, baby. I gotta move us somewhere more comfortable.” He stands and moves us to the black leather couch on the other side of the room “Carmen, I love you so damn much,” he says in a gravelly voice. I smile up at him
“I love you too, Hector. Don’t ever let me go.”
“I'm yours for always, Princess.” He kisses me soundly and for the first time since I was just a little girl, I believe in that elusive happily ever after every girl wishes for.
Chapter Six
Junior
I sit across from her on the other side of her father’s ridiculously huge desk. She is going through files on his ancient computer while I go through several ledger books we found in the safe. I am floored by the sheer amount of business he has. One, in particular, stands out. A Russian restaurant in Jersey City that brings in $50,000 dollars a day. That must be some damn expensive borscht. A quick Google search tells me that it is run by none other Leo Popov. He is one of the many nephews of Kostas Popov, the head of the Russian mob. This dead motherfucker was in bed with the Popov’s. Standing quickly, I let all the paperwork in my lap fall to the ground. Carmen jumps a little.
“What’s wrong?” she asks.
“We gotta go, now,” I say. There is no way I can let these fucks think this thing is still going on. Since no one outside the family know that Luis is dead, this bullshit is still in play.
“Where are we going?” she asks, confused. She does stand and move around the desk, coming to my side.
“Jersey fucking City,” I say leading her out of the room. In my truck, she sings along to the music playing on the radio. If I wasn’t so pissed right now, I’d find this amusing. She reaches over and turns the radio off, then rests her hand on my thigh. Her touch immediately calms me.
“Why are we going to Jersey City, babe?”
“Your father was dealing with the Russians.”
“What do you mean dealing with?”
“He was working with them, Carmen.”
“How so?” she says, genuinely shocked. “I mean, he didn’t even like those guys.”
“He liked one of them to the tune of fifty thousand dollars a day.”
“Fifty thousand?”
“A day.”
“Why have I not found that anywhere? Nothing in the safes or bank accounts. No deposits that big anywhere.”
“That’s what we are going to find out. Are you strapped?” I ask her.
“Yeah. Of course,” she says tapping her left boot.
“There’s an extra gun in the glove box. Use that instead of your knife. This might go bad. I need to know that have what you need to protect yourself.”
“You think it’ll go south?” she asks grabbing the gun and checking the clip.
“I do. The Russians don’t play, but neither do I.”
“So, what’s the plan?”
“I'll figure that out when we get there. I am not sure what we will be walking into.”
“Ok, I’ll defer to you, sir,” she says giggling. That is such a sweet sound.
“Alright, smart ass,” I say chuckling.
We pull up to Zdorovye and get out of the truck. I decide to go in the front door as if we were patrons. It is actually packed with a wait, but there is no way it makes that much money on the food alone. No way in hell.
“Welcome to Zdorovye. Table for two?” The hostess asks.
“Actually, I am here to see Leo,” I say.
“Oh, sure. You can go on back. The last door on the left, past the restrooms.”
“Perfect. Thanks.” Taking Carmen’s hand, I weave us through the throng of people to the back of the restaurant. The office door is open. I am surprised by that, but Leo is just sitting at his desk going over what looks like purchase orders.
“What can I help you with? Did Natalya sneeze in your food? I should really send her home. Poor girl. Let me have your receipt and I take care of your meal.”
“Uh, no. That’s not why we are here,” I say. His demeanor has caught me off guard.
“Oh, sorry. What can I help you with?”
“I’m Carmen Abrantes,” Carmen says. I watch Leo’s eyes widen. “My father passed away yesterday and your name appears in several ledgers along with the exorbitant amount of money. I was wondering what the hell it was.”
“Close the door, please.” I do so. “Have a seat,” he says gesturing to the chairs in front of his desk. We take a seat.
“Are you taking over?” he asks, visibly nervous.
“I am and I am out of the loop on this one,” she answers calmly.
“I am not sure if we should continue. Your father was a ruthless man without morals. How can I be sure you are too?”
“Try me,” she says leaning back in the chair, crossing her legs.
“Who is this?” he asks, pointing to me.
“This is my h
usband. He’s ruthless too.”
“Fine. We bring domestic help over here from Russia for a finder’s fee.”
“Domestic help?”
“Maids and nannies mostly.”
“I’m confused. Do these women get paid once they are here?”
“Of course. They pay the fees. We get them passports and work visas that they wouldn’t otherwise be able to get. They aren’t slaves. We don’t hold the passports hostage once they get here. They are free to do as they please once they are here. It’s a service we provide.”
“I see.” Carmen sits there thinking about it. “Can you show me the files on the women?” I can tell something isn’t right with this. This doesn’t seem like you’d need to be immoral for this. This actually doesn't seem like a bad deal.
“We don’t keep records,” he hedges, looking around.
“Bullshit,” I say. “You’d need to keep some pretty extensive records in order to hide that kind of money.” I pull my gun and point it directly at him. “Give her the records now.” He fumbles around and pulls out several accordion files and shoves them at her. She opens the first one and gasps.
“I fucking knew it. They trafficked women for sex. For sex.”
“Go tell the hostess the restaurant is closed. Everyone needs to leave now. Everyone.”
“What should I tell her?”
“Gas leak.” Carmen leaves to do as I asked. Leo and I stare at each other. He moves his arm. “Don’t even think about it.”
“If she’s going to be in this business, she needs a thicker skin.”
“You think I’d let my wife traffic women. Only piss poor excuses for men who can’t get a woman do disgusting shit like that.”
“But there is so much money in it,” he says.
“Ok, everyone is gone but his crew. They refused to leave without him.” Carmen says coming back into the room.
“How many?”
“Eight.”
“I’ve got enough bullets for that,” I say cocking my pistol.
“Wait. We can work this out. What about the shipment that’s on the way?” he says trying to delay the inevitable.
“You’re right,” I say lowering my gun. “Tell me about the shipment and any other upcoming ones and we will spare you,” I easily lie.
“There is only the one on the way. It arrives at midnight tonight The Baclan Brothers Shipping docks.” I look at my watch. I’ve got three hours to get this shit taken care of.
“Do they know what’s in the container?”
“Of course not. That would be stupid.”
“Right, right. Thanks for the info.” I raise my gun again. The look of panic on his face is priceless as I pull the trigger, hitting him right between the eyes. I turn just in time to see his men crowding the doorway. I just start shooting and Carmen does as well. We’ve made a fucking mess, but I can’t worry about that now. I call Benny to clean up the scene. He’s quick and proficient. On our way out, I set the building on fire. This place doesn’t need to exist anymore. I am sure of that.
It was a long night. We set those girls free and head to my house. I think after that she wants to burn her house down. After a hot shower, we fall into bed. I pull her to my side.
“You okay, baby?”
“Yes. Much better now. I can’t believe it. I knew he was a piece of shit, but this just takes the cake. I mean what the fuck?”
“It’s all over now, Carmen. It’s all over now.”
“Love me,” she says.
I kiss her and roll her onto her back. She’s already naked and she makes me hard just by existing, so I spread her legs, sliding into her tight pussy slowly. She’s always wet and ready for my hard cock. Her legs wrap around my waist. Her heels dig into my ass as I fuck in and out of her. She cries out my names as she comes on my cock. I fill her with my seed yet again. There’s no way in hell that she won’t be bred soon.
I can fall asleep with the knowledge that she is mine and nothing and no one will keep us apart.
Chapter Seven
Carmen
Seven Months Later
The past seven months have gone by in a blur. The night after we killed the Popov’s, I grabbed my little treasure box from under the bed and that's the only thing I took before I moved in with Hector. When he asked what I wanted to do with the house, I told him I didn't care. He had people come clean it out and get it ready to sell. I love that he didn't ask questions or even raise an eyebrow, he simply did it.
Hector and I got married in a small ceremony with just his brother Benny, Pilar, Benny’s wife, and his parents three days after we met. We merged the rest of the Abrantes family with the Valladares family, which went over way better than anyone thought it would. Most, if not all, of the men were thrilled to be under the Valladares’ protection. I have to say that going from the house I grew up in to his was a huge culture shock. His family is insanely close, the kind of close where they are always there for you. Even if you need them at the drop of a hat, they will be there for you. Every single one of them welcomed me into their lives with open arms and made me feel like part of the family. It's something that I have always craved and to finally get it was a little overwhelming. Hector took me on a week-long honeymoon to Cuba where we laid on the beach all day drinking mojitos and sightseeing. Then every night when we’d go back to our hotel, we would make love until we passed out.
When we got home Hector and I both went back to work, and I started to learn some of the things that the future head of the family's wife should know. One of those things is you always knock twice before entering a room. Seeing my in laws naked and going at it in the pantry off of the kitchen of the main house taught me that real fast.
When I had told Hector what happened, he laughed and said welcome to the club. After that I always fucking knock on any closed door. While I was mostly mortified, I love that they are still so close after all these years and it gives me hope that Hector and I will be the same way. Hell, maybe a couple that kills together stays together after all. I chuckle at my own joke.
“What are you laughing about, girly?” James, my best friend asks walking into my office. My eyes widen and I lick my lips.
“Is that a cinnamon roll from Bianchi’s?”
“Would I be getting anything but the best for you dear? We know how much you crave sweets. Besides, you get cranky as fuck if you don’t have any.” I grin as he hands me the warm, gooey treat.
“You know it’s not me. It’s the bump okay. I blame it on that,” I insist, standing from my chair showing him the swell of my belly.
“Damn babes, you look like you're about to pop,” James gushes, his hands on my belly. I laugh and smack his arm. “
Shut your trap, I still have three months left.”
“You better get your hands off my wife, boy, before I snap them off,” Hector growls walking into our office.
“Oooh, Daddy’s mad,” James whispers to me making me laugh. it doesn't matter that he is happily married to Frank, the head of our department or that they have meet like twenty-seven times. Hector hates when anyone else touches me, even if it is my gay best friend. James lets go of my baby bump and lifts his arms up in surrender.
“I’ll leave you two to it,” he says making his way out the door. “Don't do anything I wouldn’t do,” he sing-songs before shutting it behind him. Hector huffs and I laugh.
“Hey baby, what are you doing here?” I ask as he places his big hands on my stomach, caressing where our twin boys are currently kicking each other.
“Missed you. Needed to see you,” he all but grunts out.
“I’ve only been at work for like two hours.” He sighs.
“I know, but it's all the way across town. I hate you being so far away from me. It makes me feel angst. What if something happened and I couldn't get to you in time?” I look up at him and see the genuine concern in his eyes.
“Why haven't you said any of this before Hector?”
“I don't want to stifle yo
u. I want you to grow and become who you want to be it. I handled it better when you weren’t so far along but now that we have the babies coming soon and it scares the shit out of me,” he says rubbing my belly. When one of the boys kicks his hand, I watch him visibly calm down.
“Do you want me to quit?” I ask. It would kill me because I love my work, but I hate what it’s doing to him.
“Fuck no. You love your job and I know how important it is to you. Maybe we can just have you work from home or we can start some charities or fuck, I would be willing to build a new fucking firm next to my office if that’s what you want.” My eyes fill with tears and my lip trembles. Damn hormones. They make me want to cry at the drop of a hat.
“You are such an amazing husband. I love you so much. Yes, to all of that. I hate being away from you, too.” He wraps his arms around me.
“How the fuck did I get lucky enough to have you as a wife?” I grin.
“The same way I got lucky enough to have you as a husband.” He gives me a quick hard kiss.
“Why don't I take you home for the day and show you just how much I love you?”