Page 47 of Stolen Dove
“I want to bend you over and fuck you hard and fast.” I grab the detachable head and spray his cock, rinsing off the soap. I turn around and bend over, spraying my pussy with the water. “Hold it there,” he growls. I press one hand against the wall while holding the spray on my nub. Then he parts my thighs and slides into me from behind with one hand on my ponytail and the other on my breast.
“Fuck,” I scream. The pleasure’s intense and I let go, shaking as my orgasm pulses through me.
“That’s it. Come so good, Dove.” He grips my hips, pumping two more times before pulling out and coming on my ass. “You have no idea how hot that is,” he growls, swatting my ass, and then helps me straighten up and takes the showerhead to wash off my backside.
“Damn, that was so freaking good.” I’m still shaking.
“Take a seat.” I sit on the shower bench to catch my breath. He washes up and then brings me close to kiss me and then turns off the shower. We dry off, and I check the clock.
“Oh no, we better hurry. We don’t want to leave our guests waiting for us.”
“Then you better get moving, mi amor.”
Twenty minutes later, we step into the living room as our guests meet us there. “How are you feeling?” I ask Giada.
“Better. Rejuvenated.” Her grin is so wide, it’s obvious they were occupying their time well.
“I couldn’t agree more.”
“Ladies, would you like some juice or water?”
“Water,” we both say. Victor walks to the bar and pulls out some waters from under the bar. He addresses Santino. “Hendricks?”
“That will hit the spot.” He pours them each a glass and then slides one to Santino. I take a sip of my water and see Victor stealing a glance at me and then winking.
Maria comes into the room and says, “Dinner is ready.”
“Shall we?”
“I can never say no to food,” Santino says before finishing his drink with a contented sigh and setting it down on the bar top. The men take our arms, wrapping them around theirs before leading us into the dining room.
Dinner’s fantastic as always, but it’s nice to have company, especially two people who understand our situation.
“So your mother doesn’t live with you?” Giada asks Victor.
“No, she wanted her own place. It’s been hard to let her go with the risks, but she’d been trapped so long,” he says.
“She’s around a lot, though. I know she can’t wait to see her first grandbaby,” I add.
“My mother can’t wait either,” Santino says, chuckling.
“It’s so nice to have a little one to love and raise with the love we didn’t get. I promise to make sure our baby never feels alone,” Giada adds.
“You’re going to be a wonderful mother, Giada.” They share a brief kiss.
“Thank you, love.” Victor reaches out to hold my hand and then brings it to his lips. I’m so glad that I’ve met them.
16
Victor
It’s been two weeks since Santino left, and just a week ago, his stepfather Rafael Marchetti disappeared. They fear that he’s fled the country and won’t face the charges against him, which there are many from what I read online, but I know better. Marchetti’s dead. Santino didn’t need to say anything else, and I’m grateful that he warned me against going to America again. Having the FBI on my tail for something I had nothing to do with would fuck up my business. I have my own bodies to deal with here, and our policia aren’t interested in my activities.
It’s early morning, but I’m sitting at my desk with Fernando, Julian, Marcelino, and Hector seated around me as we discuss business.
“So far everyone has come out clean. I hate challenging my men, but as you know, Vicente was in my home daily, attempting to seduce my wife, playing on her fear.”
“We understand, Jefe.”