Page 19 of Stolen Dove
He leans in, making me shiver as his breath kisses my neck. "Wife, it's probably for the best that you keep those thoughts to yourself. I might be an asshole, but I'm your husband. I expect you to respect me in front of my men. Comprendes? Understand?"
"Yes,” I huff.
"Good." His lips brush my pulse, and my heart picks up its pace. "You may hate me, but your body knows a good thing when it feels it. I can't wait to slip my cock deep inside you again. I have a feeling you want that too." He swipes his tongue up my neck as his hand skims over my thigh. I can't hold back the moan. As soon as I do, he backs off and straightens up.
I do my best to pretend that I'm not offended. I roll my eyes for the thousandth time in the past day and scoff. He grasps my chin hard. "I want you this second, but I refuse to let anyone hear or see your pleasure. You belong to me and me alone." He kisses my cheek and lets go. I turn to face the window to hide my smile.
I may hate him, but I hunger for his hands and body on me, doing dirty things until I’m screaming for release. My pussy's humming, aching for more. Even when he's rough with me, I'm turned on. There are no words for how aroused I am. Can I be happy with just his orgasms? I don't know. Maybe I'll be able to get a hobby. I'm sure he'll be too busy most days for me and won't give a shit what I do as long as it's not with any other man. That I understand clear as day.
The vehicle slows and then turns to stop in front of a large stone wall and iron gate. There are two men guarding the area, and they open it when they see Fernando. We drive past them with a nod, and the gate slides back in place the second our vehicle passes through.
I'm floored. This home is much larger and grander than Avanti's, and I was completely intimidated by the smaller building. I can't believe this is supposed to be my home. A thought strikes me, and it slips past my lips. "I'll finally have a bed."
"What?"
"Nothing.” I pale, hating that I said that loud enough for him to hear.
"That's not fucking nothing. Are you saying that you didn't have a bed at home?" His brows arch while his face hardens.
I blush, feeling completely embarrassed. "Don't be ashamed. You have nothing to be ashamed about." He growls something to himself, and I sense that he's upset for me. Finally, the vehicle comes to a stop in front of the grand entrance. Strangely, a sense of coming home hits me.
5
Victor
The bastard that I am, I’ve given her no choice—but then again, I did back in the room before I took her virginity. The choice wasn’t a real one: life with me, or life being trapped in the grasp of her sick father after giving her pussy to some old married bastard. I had no intention of letting that happen because I would have snatched her up either way, but for some fucking reason, marking her as mine became a must, and my sweet girl wanted it. Her body lit up for me like a Christmas tree. But her father will be dealt with. I will gut that fucker myself.
No one is allowed to do anything to harm my little Dove. Fuck, I hate the way I need her so much. It’s blinding and dangerous because my enemies will have a precious new target to aim for, and I refuse to give them an opportunity to strike. Seeing her happy became my mission, but I’m not even sure how to do it after how we met and the fact that I’ve never wanted to please a woman in this way before. My body aches to carry her back to bed, but it’s too soon.
I want to snap at the fact that she's been so fucking deprived that it's a crime. Her father was anything but what a real father should be. At least I had my mother's love to make up for my father's neglect, and we never went without. Where was her mother this whole time?
"Dove, what happened to your mother?"
"When I was six, she fell ill and died of cancer, leaving me with my father who suddenly wanted his freedom, but I was his little burden."
"I’m sorry about your mother.” I can’t imagine losing my mother. “I'm surprised he didn't toss you in a foster home or something."
"There was money to be had. My mother's life insurance and family inheritance was left to take care of me. He managed to blow through every dollar and then some, and that's how I ended up as a commodity." Fuck, it kills me how much she hates me. How will I ever get her past how we met? Hell, I hate myself for it as well.
“Come, we are home.” I take her hand, intertwining our fingers, and lead her out of the back of the SUV. I might not be a known criminal, but I’ve learned to ride the line often enough and even dip my foot into the cesspool. I’ll be burying bodies pretty soon, though. No one gets away with treating my bride like that.
“Wow, this is bigger than the home we met at. Please don’t tell me you host parties like that.” She drops her chin and narrows her eyes with a look of revulsion.
“I don’t host any parties, and especially of such disgusting design. But we will have one to celebrate our marriage here.” I lead her to where several of my staff members are waiting to greet us, but I get an uneasy feeling of territoriality so strong that I change my plans. She’s hardly dressed for people.
Maria, my housekeeper of six years, approaches. “Señor Serrano, welcome home.” She’s a good woman, unlike the last housekeeper. When my father died, I brought in an all-new staff, including Maria. I look at the row of staff members and remember that my wife is half naked; instantly a twinge of jealousy stabs me between the eyes.
“Gracias, María. This is my wife, Dove Serrano. You all will address her as Señora Serrano or Mrs. Serrano. Do not disappoint me. We shall be down in the morning. Excuse us.” I’m never this terse or abrupt unless there’s a major issue that has me running out of the house. I squeeze my wife’s hand and lead her past all of them and up the marble stairs. I had planned on introducing her to the head staff members, but then I realize three of them are men and I want to rip their eyes out. Now, all I want to do is mark her with my seed again so everyone knows that she’s mine.
I should be giving her a tour of her new home, but it’s late and I can’t think straight with her body in only my shirt. We enter our bedroom because now I want to forgo everything but owning her body. I release her hand just long enough for her to walk into the center of the room while I lock the door, leaning my back on it while staring at her.
Dove’s eyes widen as she takes in our massive California King that I plan to worship her naked body on as often as possible. Sensing my focus on her, she spins, sitting on the edge of the bed, which doesn’t help my cause. My dick throbs painfully against the zipper of my slacks. I reach down and adjust myself to relieve the pressure.
“Victor, why are you staring at me like that?” She knows damn well why I’m staring at her and what it means.
“I can stare at my wife any way I please. This is our bedroom where you will most definitely see this look every night.”
“Every night?” There’s a sexy innocence and yet a hint of playful desire in her words. She bites on her bottom lip gently, making my dick harder than it was. Suddenly, it’s not just to prove I own her to the entire house, but because I need her. It will probably pass soon; however, until it does, I’ll do all I can to get inside her.