Page 46 of Stolen Dove
“I took it off in the shower that night. I left it in the bathroom.”
“Shit. Fernando packed our belongings; if he saw it, he would have brought it.” Victor calls his head of security on speaker while taking a seat next to me, rubbing my back. It’s not just for me. I know he’s finding comfort in touching me. The reality of the situation seems a lot darker knowing what we know now.
“Fernando, where is the necklace that Dove was wearing at the party?” he barks into the phone.
“It’s in your suitcase in the small compartment at the top. I completely forgot about it, to be honest.”
“Shit. I didn’t bother to check for anything when I emptied it. It has a tracker in it. I want it destroyed. I’ll bring it later for Luisa to deal with. No, wait. We’ll put it on a plane to Mexico. Acapulco, to be exact, so they’ll think I took Dove on a honeymoon there.”
“Sounds good, Victor. I’m sorry I had no idea it had a tracker in it.”
“Don’t worry. Enjoy the rest of your day off. Thanks.” He ends the call, and I’m curious who this Luisa is. I’m not going to ask because I’m already freaked out and jealous.
“Now we need to see if he sends anyone down that way.”
“I can make a call and make it happen,” Santino offers. “Johnny’s a lot closer and has the connections.”
“Thanks, Santino.”
“We didn’t mean to interrupt your little desserts, but we wanted to see if you ladies needed anything.”
“I could use a nap,” Giada says with a yawn that spreads to each one of us.
“Perhaps a nap is a good idea.” Victor scoops me up and says, “Follow me.”
I catch Santino picking up Giada as well. We giggle as they carry us to bed. Victor points to their bedroom. “Dinner will be at six.”
“Thanks. See you then.” He winks, and I know Giada could use some more whipped cream.
I giggle and then yawn as Victor takes us to our room. “It’s time to rest, my wife.”
“Sounds wonderful. Does that mean you’ll lay with me?” I ask with doe eyes, pouting with my bottom lip out.
“After I eat your pussy until you fall asleep.” I clench my thighs together, feeling like a cat getting her cream. The second he lays me on the bed, I know rest is the last thing I want.
* * *
I wake up and Victor’s still asleep, so I decide to slip into the bathroom to wash up. We have company, so I can’t forgo a shower. I take a long look at myself in the mirror and smile. My belly isn’t showing yet, but I can see the glow of happiness. My ring shines in the reflection, reminding me that Victor truly loves me.
I turn on the shower and wait for it to warm as I pin up my hair. I’m only going for a quick wash. The water feels incredible as I step inside. Like a beacon summoning, I hear Victor get closer and make sure the loofah is super sudsy, allowing bubbles to cascade down my body, one leg bent while I arch my back and scrub my breasts.
The door’s slightly ajar, and I see it move open even more. His eyes focus on me with fascination while I squish my breasts together, massaging them with the bubbles.
“Dove,” he croaks out.
I turn my gaze to his, watching him admiring me and licking his lips like we didn’t just fuck like bunnies an hour or so ago. “Enjoying the show?” I sass, parting my legs and running my soapy hands downward to my pussy, spreading my finger over the outside of my folds.
“Yes,” he confidently says while unabashedly staring at my hard nipples.
“Why don’t you come in and get a better look?”
“I’m glad you offered.” He opens the glass door and joins me with his thick, long cock pointing upward and directly at me.
“Holy shit, the front row seating is the best.” I take the body wash and squeeze some into my hand, soaping them up and then begin to stroke Victor’s sexy appendage.
“Wife, you better be careful. You know I’m already close to exploding.”
“I thought that’s what you wanted,” I moan, tugging on his girth while staring at his mouth.