The Devil's Plaything

Our bodies move in sync, Victor’s mouth steals my essence from the weapon in my hand, and we share it in a kiss. I taste myself on him, on his tongue and lips, where I was always meant to be.

“You were born for me, made for me,” he murmurs, his words falling freely as he fucks me violently, and my body is so close to orgasm that I feel the flutter around his shaft. He doesn’t stop, he doesn’t relent his attack on me, and I welcome it.

His hand slides up my body, over my breasts, moving higher, after he tweaks my nipples. His fingers grasp at my neck, wrapping around the delicate column, and he tightens his hold. His other hand is on my hip, his fingers digging into the flesh, marking me, bruising me.

His hips slam into me, the desk shaking with the exertion of our love making, as he bottoms out, his body deep within mine. We’re connected. One person. One soul. He growls as his free hand, which had a harsh hold on my hips, finds my clit, and he circles the hardened bundle of nerves with his thumb, pushing me over the edge, and I fly into oblivion with him as I feel him empty his release inside me.

Victor collapses on me, sweat slicking his skin, and I find purchase on his shoulder, my mouth latching onto his smooth flesh, and I bite down gently, feeling him shudder as I taunt him with my teeth.

“Mine, juguete,” he mumbles into my hair.

“Yours, diablo,” I promise.

Epilogue

Sofía

Six months later

I watch from the window of our bedroom to see Victor and Javier attempting to set up the wedding decorations, which consist of a large, ornate archway. Even though I told them I’d have the men do it, Victor was adamant that he wanted to do something special. I still can’t believe he’s down there, wearing a wife beater, and a pair of shorts, while he lifts a gazebo along with his best friend.

My father is behind them, shouting orders, which makes me laugh. Even though our start wasn’t one of those epic romances most girls dream about, Victor gave me back my father, along with a love that I wouldn’t change for anything in this world.

The three men are at odds over something, but I turn to Valentina and smile when I notice her shaking her head at their antics. “Men.”

She nods. “He loves you so dearly,” Valentina speaks from behind me. I turn to regard her. She’s dressed in a simple black shift. She’s much older than me, by a number of years, and I know she’s worked for Victor almost all his life.

“What was he like as a child?” I finally ask the question that’s been burning on my tongue for months. Victor has told me about his years growing up on the compound, learning from his father, but I want to hear it from one of the women in his life who was like a mother to him.

“Bad boy through and through,” she smiles fondly, looking down at him. “He was always following Luis around. His father enjoyed it, though, he liked having a little part of him around after his wife died. But Victor learned quickly. The business would always be his, and when he finally stepped into his father’s shoes, I knew he would be as good a man as Luis was.”

“He doesn’t talk much about his mother,” I observe, and I notice the flicker in Valentina’s eye. There are so many secrets, but I need to learn about them before I marry him.

“She wasn’t a good woman. Strangely enough, you’d think his father being the leader of a Cartel would be the evil one, but she was something else.” There’s anger lacing her words, and I’m even more intrigued. “She was never in love with Luis. She wanted the protection this life could offer, but when he found out she was still whoring herself out, he took her life in a fit of anger.”

“Like Gaia did to Victor?” I gasp, recalling the story of how he found his fiancée with another man. I shudder when I remember what he did to her.

Valentina nods. “Much the same.” She sounds so sad. “But now that he has a good woman to set him right, I’m happy.” This time, she pulls me into a hug that feels warm and affectionate, and I embrace her.

“Thank you for telling me.”

“I’m sorry to have heard what happened to you,” she whispers, as she holds onto me. The reminder of my time in captivity with Rodrigo spills free, and I have to blink back the tears. Thankfully, nothing more than bad memories came of it.

The fear I had of him impregnating me burst free when Victor found me. I cried and begged him to save me, to help me. And it was when I was healed, and once more his juguete, did he pull out a goddamned ring when we were in his office, drop to his knees, and tell me to marry him.