"Do you like it? We can change anything you want," he says, wrapping his arm around my waist as we make our way to the entrance. The double doors open, and I am literally speechless. The inside is all colors of peace. There are light blues, neutrals, and muted yellows. The floors are blue and yellow marble with a cracked feel to them. "Welcome home, little one." Finally home.f
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ONE WEEK LATER
It has been one week since I brought her home. The day she went to the spa with the girls, it took everything in me to not push back against the boss and go with her instead of sending Lola, but in truth, this is the life we are going to be leading. As much as I want to follow her around everywhere, tongue wagging and hanging down, dick pointed at her pussy with a sign that says, 'Julio's Pussy,' I know I can't. I am too ingrained in this life to do anything else, and unlike other assholes, Omerta means something to me.
When Scar and I went to place the listening device and tracker on the Chief of Police's car, I was going to head to the warehouse and make sure everything was locked up from the previous night, but then my phone rang. When I saw it was Lola, I almost lost my damn mind. Everything bad you could think of went through my mind. When she said my Angel was crying, I made Scar drive like a bat out of hell to get to the Spa. Lola tried to explain to me what happened, but I could give two shits. My woman was upset, and I needed to get to her.
Once I got her in the car and to the house, I stripped us both and slid inside of her. I didn't move, even though she squirmed and keened, squeezing her sweet pussy on my cock. I simply looked into her eyes and made her tell me what was bothering her. "Angel, what happened?" I could see the hesitation in her eyes and in the way she was biting her lip. "Lily?"
"Talking to Lola about your life, it hit me that I could lose you. You could leave the house one day and not come back. It broke my heart, Julio. I don't know if I could take it if something happened to you." Her wet, tear-drenched face falls into my chest, and I want to roar into the sky. This Angel, who should be crying because she has given her life over to a killer, is instead crying because she doesn't want to lose me. How do I fix this?
"I will walk away, my Angel. I will leave this all behind and build a new life with you somewhere far away from this." It would sit on my head, walking away from Dario and his trust in me, but she is my priority now, and I would bow out in a heartbeat. Her wide eyes look up at me, red and swollen.
"Y-you would do that? You would walk away from your family?"
"Yes, Angel. I would do anything for this life you are going to give me." To bring home the point, I flex my hips, both of us moaning and losing the conversation for a second. "Do you feel that? Where we are connected? That is everything. This cock and pussy are going to make little versions of you and me and our hearts are going to raise them to feel love and security. I would give it all up for that."
"Julio, that means everything to me, but I don't want that. I would never ask that of you. I think it just hit me that.." She stops talking, and her head drops to her chin. My mouth meets hers, and our tongues slide against one another. I pull out slowly and slide back in, knowing she is going to be begging me to fuck her harder. "Please." She moans, trying to move underneath me. I have her pinned to the bed, my weight ensuring she can go nowhere.
"Not until you finish what you were going to say." My cock is inside of her, spitting inside her womb as we speak, cursing me for not banging the fucking headboard, but asking her to tell me what is on her mind makes her blush. So fucking innocent. "Angel, if you want me to bang this tight little flower and pollinate it, you are going to have to tell me. I want to know everything in your pretty little head. Every thought. Every wish. Every dream. Every desire."
"I-I just realized at that moment how much I truly love you." She whispers the last part. My heart begins beating out of my chest, and everything that was locked inside of me breaks. The chains and metal gates have been melted, split open by this little Angel, my flower lying under me, flushed and horny. Jesus. How the hell did she burrow so far inside of me with the resistance I put up? I rub her nose with mine and kiss her chastely.