Stolen Dove: Stolen Hearts Series

by Blake, Carina

  7

  Victor

  I snarl as the bathroom door closes behind her. Damn it. There should be a rule of no closed bathroom doors. I want to sneak in there and watch her shower. I stab my fingers through my damp hair. I’ve turned into a little pervert. I’m hard as fuck, thinking about the hot water sliding down her smooth skin. My cock bobs in agreement as I take it in hand. Frustrated, I storm into the closet and pull out a pair of boxer briefs and painfully slip them on over my thick rod. Ignoring the unwanted erection, I pick out a pair of jeans and an undershirt with a pale green polo. When she steps out of the bathroom ten minutes later, I’m floored. She’s in a pair of khaki slacks with a light pink fitted polo and bare feet. Her long blonde hair is still wrapped up in a towel with a strand falling out and framing her face.

  “Sorry to keep you waiting. I have to brush my hair.”

  “Take your time. They can wait for us.” I sit on the bed and put on some socks and shoes. The hardwood floors up here are heated, but the rest of the house doesn’t have them.

  I look up, and she’s staring at me. “What’s up, esposa?”

  “I didn’t think you owned jeans,” she mutters in surprise.

  “I do. I don’t wear them often, but we’re home and have no plans to go out, so I don’t see anything wrong with it.” She smiles and then tilts her head toward my cock imprint. Well, that’s a setback, but she can make that happen with any pants I’d wear. “Sorry.” I’m not sorry. Not one damn bit, especially when her grey eyes flair up with lust.

  “You’re not really sorry,” she says, shaking her head at me with a cute smile, stiffening my dick even more than it is.

  “Not when you look eager to feel it inside of you.” I cross the distance between us, reaching out and gently cupping her face. The lust in her eyes has my cock leaking onto my boxers. I’m a lost cause, but I don’t have time to do what I want to her. “I’m right, si?” I run my hand down her hip slowly.

  “You got me,” Dove stammers.

  I swipe my lips against hers and pull back. “That I do. Finish getting ready. I have a text from my brother. They’ve just arrived at the gate.” I step back and pat her ass.

  “Great. Your brother too?” she gasps.

  “Yes. And you better not flirt with him. I’d hate to have to kill him.”

  “Don’t sound so jealous.”

  “I’m not.” I’m fucking territorial and insane when it comes to this little one.

  “You’re not going to greet them?”

  “I will when we go down there.” She goes to the mirror and begins brushing her long hair. It’s not something I ever would have considered sexy, but I can’t look away. The brush goes through her golden strands so smoothly that I want to run my fingers through it and then take her, but I have to stop myself and find my voice.

  “Okay, you look beautiful. Let’s go.”

  “Am I supposed to go down barefoot?” Fuck me. Every word out of her mouth reminds me of sex.

  “Grab a pair of sandals.” She goes into the closet and comes out a minute later wearing a pair of cute sandals.

  I miss my mother, but I still hadn’t expected her to come over so soon. It set me on edge because not only do I want more time alone with Dove, but if my mother knew the truth about our marriage, she would be devastated and so disappointed in me. I already have one woman looking at me like I’m an absolute bastard; I don’t need another one, especially after I promised never to be like my father.

  I take Dove’s hand and lead her downstairs, noticing her fingers are bare. Fuck, I’m screwing this husband thing up every step of the way.

  My mother and brother are standing near the steps waiting impatiently for us. Their eyes widen as they get their first glimpse of my wife. “I know I told you to find a wife, but I never expected you to come back with one so quickly, and one so pretty.”

  Dove blushes beside me. “Mama, my wife, Dove. Dove, my mother, Julia Serrano.”

  “Mrs. Serrano, it’s a pleasure.” My mother wraps her arms around Dove and hugs her.

  “Am I invisible here?” Hector complains, getting our attention. Dove steps back from my mother and turns her smile on my brother.

  “Hello,” Dove says, and I’m fucking jealous instantly.

  “I’m his little brother, Hector. Mi mama is correct. You are a gem.” He wisely doesn’t touch my wife but then turns to me and adds, “May I have a word with you, Victor?”

  “Will you two ladies excuse us for a moment?” I need to know more about what my mother knows, and I’m sure Hector’s ready to grill me. I want this over so I can have Dove all alone and make her cream until she doesn’t want to ever leave me.

  “Behave, you two. I will keep your wife entertained.”

  I lean into Dove and whisper in her ear, “Behave, mi amor.” Then I kiss her cheek.

  We’re barely in my office when he says, “You are an idiot.”

  “Watch it,” I growl. If he insults my wife, I’ll break his neck.

  “Hey, I’m telling you this as a brother who loves you. She’s gorgeous and young, but you just made yourself our father.”

  “I can’t let her go.”

  “Why? Are you worried about what people think?”

  “No, because I fucking need her. I knew it the second I saw her. I didn’t buy her because I was so hard up for pussy. It’s her that I want, and I sure as fuck wasn’t going to let someone else there soil her. I almost walked away and then someone put his hands on her, wanting my woman.” I stop in my tracks and then screw up my eyebrow. “Wait. How do you know about it?”

  “How I know is that as the treasurer, I saw my brother remove that much money and you come back with a wife. It doesn’t take much talk to hear you didn’t make a deal with Avanti for anything other than that woman,” he confesses.

  “Who told you?” I want to know how this got out. The thought of people thinking ill of Dove pisses me off. I don’t give a fuck what strangers think of me or my motives.

  “Mama told me.”

  My face pales. “Mama?”

  “Yes. She overheard some conversation while out shopping about your request for a full feminine wardrobe and everything in the house. She knows you met with guys like us, like Father. She put it together herself.”

  “She thinks so little of me.” I sigh, falling back on my leather sofa, laying my head over the arm.

  “No, she hopes not, but we know you’re not like Father. Still, how does this girl feel about this?”

  “My wife’s not in love with me if that’s what you mean, but she doesn’t resist my touch. She loves it.”

  “So she’s attracted to you. That’s good.”

  “But she’ll never love me.” Wow, I sound fucking weak as hell. What happened to me?

  “Whoa. You’re already in love with her, aren’t you?”

  “Of course I am. There’s no other reason I’d do what I did.”

  “Then show her. Maybe she’ll come to love you. It’s only been a day. Fuck, has it even been a day?”

  “No. It hasn’t. I moved mountains to make her mine, and now I’ve trapped her just like our mother was.”

  “Just prove you’re not our father.”

  “Wait. Mom knows.” Fear drains all the color from my face. Will she help Dove leave me?

  We storm out of the room and go in search of them. Vicente points to the kitchen. I swing the door open and accidentally hit my wife. “Shit. Dove.” I catch her before she hits the ground. “Amor, are you okay? I’m sorry.”

  “I’m fine,” she says, moving out of my arms.

  “We were just making some lunch. Since when don’t you know how to open doors, Victor Miguel?”

  “Oh shit. She used your middle name.” Hector laughs.

  “You’re next. Are you well, mija?” She cradles my wife’s shoulders.

  “I am.” Suddenly her stomach grumbles loud enough for us to hear.

  “Starving your wife?” My mother tsks, wagging her
finger at me. She takes Dove and brings her to the kitchen island and hands her some chopped apples. “Eat these while I finish the food.”

  “We have a cook, Mama,” I remind her as I move close to my wife.

  “I know, but I like my cooking. Besides, I have him running to the store for us.”

  “Victor is correct, Mother. You should be resting,” Hector says, putting his arm around her.

  She nudges his arm away as she works on making tortillas de patatas. “Dejame. I’m fine. Now, either sit and behave, or leave us.” Both of us look at her, feeling like little boys again, which makes Dove smile. Fuck me, she’s gorgeous. I’m so fucking lost, it’s pathetic. I have an empire to run.

  Just then, my phone rings. “Serrano.”

  “You kidnapped my daughter.”

  I cover the phone. “Hector, come with me. I’ll be back.” I bend down and kiss Dove’s lips. Then she raises an apple slice for me.

  Seeing my surprise, she says, “You didn’t eat either.” I bite down on it and smile before walking out of the kitchen.

  “Watch them. No one goes in there,” I tell Vicente.

  “Understood.”

  As soon as I’m in my office and Hector has the door closed, I put the prick on speaker.

  “So who the fuck are you?” I hiss out.

  “I told you who I am!” he roars, like I should be intimidated by that weak bastard.

  “No, you didn’t. I don’t know who your daughter is, but I didn’t kidnap anyone.”

  “You lying, rich sack of shit. My daughter deserves better than you, you Spanish scum.”

  “I will speak with you when you learn some manners, pinche babaso.”

  I end the call. I will not tolerate being spoken to like that. He already has a death sentence headed his way. Now he’s made it a slow and painful one. “He’s a dead man walking.”

  “Who the hell is that?”

  “I presume it’s Dove’s father—the son of a bitch who put her up for sale to Avanti in the first place.”

  "What are you going to do?"

  "I'm going to put a bullet in his head in good time. I have to play it smart, but after what he's done to her, there's no way he's getting anything less than a death sentence."

  "Please tell me he didn't..."

  "No. Of course not. It's not like he could sell her for so much money if he did. That asshole Avanti is on my list too. The money Falcone owed was to Avanti himself. He knew that and laughed in my face. If I'd known at that moment, I might have shot him between the eyes." I still might. He sold my woman and disrespected me multiple times. The fact that Falcone got my number tells me all I need to know about Avanti. He’s a dead man.

  "He'll pay, brother. We'll make them all pay. She seems sweet—too sweet for you."

  "She is. I don't know much about her, but she's strong. Her temper will get her into trouble with me, but I've got the feeling she'd love my hand on her ass. I know I can't wait for her to act up."

  "Oh shit, bro. Didn't know you had that kinky shit going on." He laughs, then claps my shoulder. “Oh wait. I hope that didn’t turn you on?”

  “Fuck off. She's changed me in ways I never expected. I don't know how I'll ever make her fall in love with me when now I'm sure as fuck that I'm in love with her."

  "Get to know her. Give her some freedom. Talk to her. You're not an asshole all the time."

  "I suppose I could give it a shot. I don't know about the freedom, but I'll see if there's anything she's interested in and get it for her. Maybe she likes to draw, paint, or binge watch television."

  "Netflix is the way to go with that."

  “I’ll keep that in mind.” Now to get rid of my guests and find Dove so I can spend the day getting to learn about my wife.

  “Everything okay?” Dove asks after swallowing a bite of her food. I come up to her and pull her into my arms and kiss her.

  “Yes. Now, Mama. I am starving.” I rub my hands together and pull up a seat next to Dove. My mother sets a plate for both of us boys. “Gracias.”

  “So I’m going to have Hector take me home in a bit, but I just had to meet your wife.”

  We dine, and then my mother takes my brother by the arm and drags him out. “I’m not even done, Mama.”

  “I’ll make you more later. Come. They have a baby to make.”

  Dove coughs, nearly choking on her food. “I’m sorry. Are you well?”

  “Yes. Sorry, she made me laugh.”

  “Sorry about her. She’s very insistent when it comes to grandbabies.”

  “Well, she may get her wish soon, I suppose.” She’s staring at me again, biting on her bottom lip.

  “Are you looking for another round, Dove?”

  “I don’t know what you mean.” She’s playing coy, but she hasn’t stopped looking at my cock since they walked out.

  “We will take a tour of the house after I reacquaint you with our bed.” I scoop her up in my arms and flip her over my shoulder. “Then maybe you’ll stop ogling my dick.”

  “Stop making it so damn prominent, and then I won’t.”

  “You’re the one making me hard. I can’t get enough of being inside that tight, warm pussy of yours,” I growl, taking the stairs two at a time.

  “Everyone can see us.”

  “Well, they know the boss has plans for his wife, then, and they’ll not interrupt me.” She has no idea how tempted I was to fuck her right there in the kitchen, but I was too afraid of someone walking in and I’d have to kill them for seeing my wife in the throes of passion.

  The second we’re in our bedroom, I stalk toward the bed, tossing her on it. “Lose the clothes, wife. I want your pussy on my tongue in less than a minute.” She smiles and lifts her blouse off over her head. Her light pink bra is a little too small, and her tits are about to spill over. “I’m going to have to order you a larger size, no?”

  “Yes, but this one is so cute.” It is for sure. I drop my head and forget about our minute because I can’t wait. Dragging the cup down, I suck on her soft breast, feeling her peak stiffen in my mouth, and lave my tongue in circles around her pink, puckered nipple until it’s completely hard and then I move to the other. She reaches between us and undoes my belt. I manage to get control of myself long enough to get her capris down her legs. Nudging her panties to the side, I slam inside her warmth.

  “I can’t wait anymore.” Grunting and pumping, I lift up one of her legs onto my shoulder as she lays on the edge of the bed, taking every inch of me. I can’t get enough of her to stop. I bend down and take her mouth, kissing her like I’m starved. I want her to the point of pain. “I need to come, Dove. You’re going to come for me, aren’t you? Your soaking wet pussy’s greedy and wants my cum, doesn’t she?”

  “Yes, give it to me, Victor. I need to come,” she breathes out between kisses. Sweating from teetering on the edge of my release, I stroke her little nub. Her eyes close, body tenses, back arches, and her voice cracks as she cries out my name, squeezing every drop of cum out of my sack and into her womb. Letting go of her leg, I lift her around the waist and pull her onto the bed completely.

  “Fuck, you’re so damn sexy when you come on my cock,” I growl, leaning over her with my hands on the bed, and kiss my wife.

  My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I wish I didn’t have to bother with the damn thing. “Excuse me.” Pulling out of her heat always feels like fucking torture.

  “Of course.” I can tell she’s upset that I’ve gone for my phone again, but I’m a busy man and it’s why I haven’t gotten laid in many damn years. I don’t have time for a wife, and I wasn’t expecting Dove. I hate every call that comes to drag me away from home, especially now that she’s all I want.

  “What is it, Fernando?”

  “Someone has caused damage at the vineyard. They set it ablaze. They are putting it out now, but the policia are here with questions.”

  “I’m on my way.”

  I hit the shower and do a quick wash up. I’d go w
earing her scent anywhere, but I’m fucking nuts and I don’t want anyone to know what she smells like when she comes for me. I’d rip their throats out for breathing in her release, even if it’s all I want to smell. As soon as I wrap a towel around my waist, I turn on the bathtub for her. I’m sure her pussy must ache. My dick has felt the brunt of her innocence, but I’ll deal with the pain just fine as long as I get to have her warmth over and over again.

  I step out into the bedroom and she’s sitting on the bed looking thoroughly fucked, but her mind’s elsewhere to the point she doesn’t acknowledge my entry back into our room. There’s a sense of disappointment that I don’t have her attention. In less than a day, I’ve grown addicted to having her grey eyes on me, appraising me in one way or another. My phone buzzes again from the bathroom, so I grab it and then head into our walk-in closet and dress in a suit. I’m fixing my cuffs when I call out her name.

  “Dove.” She finally turns to look up at me.

  “Sorry. I was lost in thought.”

  “I’ve run you a bath. I’m sure you have to be sore.” I walk over to her and taste her lips. “I want you nice and relaxed.” I walk away and turn off the water.

  8

  Dove

  "I have to leave and handle some business. I'll be back around five,” he says, adjusting the cuffs on his white dress shirt. After our second morning jaunt in the sack, he quickly gets up to shower, like I didn’t expect that already. I watch him get ready, and I’m a little taken aback about the way he carries himself.

  He looks sexy both in and out of business attire, but I’m truly partial to the whole suit thing. The fact that he gets to leave looking that good raises my hackles. I hate how jealousy invades my soul when it comes to this man. We haven’t even been here a full twelve hours, and he’s leaving already. I look at the large clock in our bedroom, and it’s merely ten.