“Little mouse, I’m warning you. I’m a violent man. One who has never denied himself except when it comes to you.” My voice is rough as I force it from my lungs. “But if you continue this little charade of teasing, I’m going to shove my cock down your throat until you choke.”
She turns and gets to her knees, then prowls over to me, sitting obediently at my feet as she looks up. “Was that a threat or foreplay?” With slow hands, she grips the bottom of her sports bra, then pulls it off.
Hard, dusky nipples and a smug smile greet me as I stare down at my perfect little mouse. And that’s when the thread snaps again, and I grab her by the ponytail and free my cock with my other hand.
She doesn’t pull away, just scoots closer as I press the head of my cock to her innocent lips.
“This is a lesson, little mouse. Don’t tempt the wolf.” I press past her lips and enter her hot mouth.
Gripping her ponytail harder, I thrust against her tongue, my head grazing the back of her throat. She gags, but I don’t let her pull back, not even when her eyes water.
“A lesson,” I grunt as she reaches up and grips the base of my shaft with one hand, the other pinching her own nipple.
Fuck! I thrust into her hot mouth. “Eyes on me, Valentina. Always on me.” I can’t control the wolf, not when my prey is so perfect. So I fuck her mouth, bruising her lips as I take and take.
When I look to the mirror and see her hips moving in time, her pussy pressed against the mat as she seeks her own release, I groan and shove deeper, then pull out. With a quick twist of my wrist, I bring myself to climax and coat her pert breasts with thick ropes of my seed.
“Touch your clit, little mouse. I want to watch you come.”
She eagerly presses her fingers into her bottoms. “Cesar.”
With a moan, she comes, her hips rocking as I finish. Her body is a work of art, my cum lying on her like a drape of thin silk. Dropping to my knees, I push her onto the mat and use my palm to rub my seed into her skin, marking her as mine like an animal. And when she draws her fingers from her shorts, I claim them in my mouth, sucking off her taste as she pants and stares up at me.
No more bratty words spill from her swollen lips. Not when she’s beneath me.
I smirk and kiss her, tasting myself and sharing her own flavor. She wraps her arms around my neck, dragging me down until I’m lost in her again. Until I don’t want to do anything except dive deep and claim her fully.
But I can’t. Not now.
I nip her lip and pull back, then stand before I give in yet again. I straighten my clothes. “The lawyer is on his way. Be in my office in fifteen minutes.”
Though it strains my razor-thin control, I turn and walk away from her.
“Is this how you treat all your women?” she snaps.
I turn and meet her glare. “You’re the only woman I’ve ever wanted.”
I let her have that bit of honesty before she can steal it, because she already stole my heart long ago.
10
Valentina
I rip through my closet trying to find something to wear. I have nothing in here that’s appropriate attire to meet a lawyer. Shouldn't I wear a suit or something? All I have are gym clothes and the fancy jewels I’ve stolen. None of those things will help me now.
I don’t even know how I’m going to concentrate. My mind is all over the place with everything that happened between Cesar and me earlier. Each time I swallow, I’m reminded of how he shoved his thick cock down my throat to teach me a lesson. And how much I enjoyed it. I want to learn more of his lessons.
“Honey. What are you doing?” I turn at the sound of my mom's voice.
She has an amused look on her face.
“I have nothing to wear.” I throw my hands up, feeling frazzled. Hell, I don’t know what I feel right now. I’m all over the place. The only thing I’m sure of is that I want to get back to Cesar as soon as possible. His parting words to me are still bouncing around in my head.
“There has never been a time in this house that you’ve asked for something and it hasn’t appeared.”
“Sorry.” I cringe because she’s right. If I needed something, I knew that I was allowed to order it. But I never order anything fancy to wear, because I don’t have anywhere to wear it. “I’ve been getting the wrong things.” I pick up another pair of yoga pants. I can’t go to a meeting in yoga pants. Can I? Would anyone really care what I was wearing?
“Besides, what are you getting dressed up for?” She walks into my closet and starts picking things off the floor. I start helping because I know if I tell her I’ll pick it up later, she’ll keep cleaning anyway.
“Cesar said I’m meeting with a lawyer.” I pick up my stray clothes and put them on the bench. “I’ll sort them later.” I shoo my mom away from trying to clean up after me.
She puts down the hoodie she’s holding. “What?”
“You’re just growing up on me is all. Time has gone by so quickly.” She gives me a sad smile.
“I love you.” I walk over and give her a kiss on the cheek.
“Love you too, honey.” She kisses me back. “You can wear anything you like. Lawyers work for you. You don’t work for them.”
She heads out of my closet, leaving me alone. She doesn’t seem to care that a lawyer is coming to meet with me. Her lack of questions actually surprises me a little, but I don’t have time to delve deeper into it. I have a meeting I need to attend.
Then again, if this has anything to do with our past, I’m not surprised Mom doesn’t ask questions. My mom is always so weird about it. She never talks about what things were like when I was little, and when I try to, she dances around my questions. The only thing she’s adamant about is that we need to stay here. That it’s safer this way.
I thought we were finally safe when my father died. He never laid a finger on me, but I know my mother wasn’t so fortunate. I never saw it firsthand but I knew where the marks came from that she tried to hide.
When I think about it, my mom actually seems happy now. She smiles all the time. She genuinely loves working here. With my dad’s death, she’d earned more freedom. I might be looking at this all wrong. I’ve painted Cesar as the villain, as someone who was keeping me locked away. What if he’s been keeping us safe? But safe from what, exactly?
I can see I’ve been asking all the wrong questions. But maybe that’s because I didn’t want to know the real answer. It was easier to say I hated him than to accept what I might feel for him. Thinking he could never be mine hasn’t helped with any of it. My jealousy has only grown. But his last words to me before I left him today had me hoping I was wrong. Maybe there’s something between us beyond just a one-way crush.
My face heats when I think about what we did together. It shouldn’t, given all the things I’ve been doing to bait him. Since he kissed me, I knew he felt something for me. I hadn't expected it to be more than lust, but his words sparked hope inside me. I no longer wished to try to run away from here but to stay of my own free will and be with him.
I look down at my clothes, then let out a small scream and run for my bathroom. I flick on the light to look at myself in the mirror to see if I can see any of his cum on me. God, I should’ve thought about that when I was talking to Mom.