by Mae Doyle
“Are you pissing your pants, you piece of shit?” I yell into his face. “What the fuck is wrong with you? You think that you can treat Eva like that and then come to her apartment to…what? What in the fuck did you think that you were going to do to her?”
Fuck, all of the rage I’m feeling towards him right now is pouring out of me. I want Eva, and I want her to be safe and mine, and those things can’t fucking happen when this piece of shit is walking around alive.
He swallows hard and I press my pistol against his forehead. “You have something that you want to say, David?”
“Fuck you. She’s mine.”
I swear to God, I almost laugh at that. How this piss-soaked bastard could possibly think that Eva would ever want him is ridiculous. “Get on your knees, you bastard,” I tell him, pushing the pistol harder into his forehead. I assume that he’s going to buckle and kneel in front of me, but he doesn’t move.
“She’s mine. You may think that you have her, but she’ll come back to me, you’ll see. You have no idea how much she loves me! I’m everything to her and – ”
I’ve heard enough. The silencer on my pistol means that the sound of his body hitting the floor is louder than the shot itself. Quickly, I step back. He’s not worth ruining my shoes over, and I don’t want a spot of his fucking blood on me.
Pops already has his phone out and turns away from us to complete the call. I don’t need to hear what he says to know what’s going on. We’ll get some of the cleanup started, but the crew will be here in just a few minutes to take care of the rest.
Nobody will know we were ever here.
Matty reaches out and shakes me by the shoulder, causing me to look up at him. “You good there, Roque? You ready to go?”
Pops is off the phone and waiting. They’re all waiting.
Eva is waiting.
I pull my phone from my pocket and quickly check it for any messages, but there isn’t anything from Ricky or Johnny. Good. That’s good news.
That means that she listened and she’ll be in one piece when I get back home to her. First, we all have to go back to Pops’ and debrief, but then there’s nothing keeping me from getting back home to my sweet little Eva.
Chapter 20
Eva
It’s not that I’m worried, exactly, but Roque told me not to leave the house, even to go to the porch, and then he left me. I haven’t heard from him in hours, and I have no idea how much longer he’ll be gone. He has a great book collection, and I shamelessly snooped in his bedroom to see what I could find.
I mean, I don’t know what I was looking for. Lingerie from another woman, maybe? Hidden money? There wasn’t anything like that, no red flags that made me really worried, although my eyes widened when I found the whip and the crop.
Would he…use them on me? My core tingles at the thought, even though I’ve never done anything that wasn’t vanilla. The thought of him taking complete control…it’s almost enough to make me crazy.
Almost.
What will make me crazy, though, is how hungry I am. I know that he has a fully stocked kitchen and that I just ate, but my nerves are getting the best of me and all I want to do is turn on some tunes and cook something. It takes a little digging, but I finally find an apron in a drawer by the oven, put it on, and start digging through cupboards.
If the leftovers he gave me before were any indication, his mom is a hell of a cook, but I have a few things up my sleeve, too. Part of me wants to impress him, but I keep telling myself that it’s just common sense to have some food going for when he gets home later and we’re both hungry.
There’s a bottle of white wine in the fridge, and I pop it open and take a sip. It’s light and crisp, with a little bit of fruity taste to it, so I pour myself a glass to drink while I cook.
Now for music. He has a stereo in the kitchen and I turn it on. It’s playing a cd, and I turn it up, squinting while I try to recognize it. Ella Smith. Not who I would have thought he would be listening to, but it’s really the perfect music for cooking, so I turn it up louder so that the sound fills the small kitchen.
One of my favorite meals is chicken a la piccata, and he just happens to have everything that I need in the fridge, including a large jar of capers, which I sample right away, squinting a little at their delicious briney taste.
I have no idea what Roque is going to say or think when he comes home and I’ve been cooking, but it’s the best way for me to pass the time and maybe thank him.
The thought stops me cold while I’m cleaning the chicken. Thank him for what? I know exactly what he’s gone to do, and while I can’t say that I’m not glad about it, there’s some part of me that’s terrified. What if David gets the drop on him?
What if he doesn’t do it?
What if he brings David back here to me?
I put the knife down on the cutting board and grab the edge of the counter, dropping my head down to breathe deeply. If I’m not careful, I think that I’m going to spiral out of control. Roque hasn’t done a single thing to make me think that he’s not going to take care of me.
Well, except basically kidnap me and move me into his house without the option of me leaving.
For the first time since he left me, I seriously think about making a run for it. I have no idea where his house is, but that doesn’t mean that I can’t make it through the woods and hopefully find someone who will help me out. The thought gives me a chill.
I could leave. He left the front door unlocked. There’s really no reason why I couldn’t just make a run for it. My ankle is feeling better, and I bet that I could find help before he got back.
…and tell them what? That I escaped from Roque, the sexiest guy I’ve ever met? That he does things to my body I never knew were possible and that he makes me smile more than anyone else ever has? That, for the first time in years, I feel like someone is looking out for me and actually wants to take care of me and keep me safe?
Sure, I could do that.
But why? The part of me that wants to make a run for it is overshadowed completely by the part of me that knows that I’m in the best possible place. Roque isn’t going to do anything to hurt me. He’s shown me that time and time again. He’s on my side, more than anyone ever has been in my entire life, and I have the distinct feeling that he’ll always have my back.
It was a stupid thought. No, it’s not traditional, but that doesn’t matter. My marriage with David was traditional, and it doesn’t take a genius to see just how fucked up that was. Things with Roque are different. They’re better. I can feel it.
Grinning to myself now, I take a sip of wine and keep working. Now that I know what I want, which is to stay with him, I want to surprise him when he gets home. I want him to come in and love how delicious it smells in here. He’ll see that I didn’t make a run for it.
I just wish that I knew when he was coming back.
I’ve made this recipe so many times that I practically know it by heart, which means that I have the chicken in the pan in no time at all. There’s some asparagus in the fridge, and I snap off the ends while the chicken cooks. I’ll roast it with garlic and serve it with the chicken. Now we just need some bread, but I know that I don’t have time to make it.
But I could whip up some biscuits. That sounds amazing, and I immediately turn to start digging through cupboard for some flour.
I have to stand on my tiptoes to look in the upper cupboards, but it’s a better option than climbing on the counter and accidentally falling off. It’s because I have my head in a cupboard and the music cranked up that I don’t hear him come into the kitchen.
“Holy fuck, it smells good in here.” His voice cuts through my thoughts and I gasp, turning around to see him. He looks tired, but sexy as hell, and the fact that he came back home to me and didn’t leave me fills me with excitement.
And hope.
“Yeah? You like?” Even though I try to act nonchalant, I’m sure that he can easily see through it and tell that I�
�m happy to see him. I have a stupid grin on my face and I can’t help but squeal when he crosses the kitchen to me, pulling me close to his chest.
I don’t know that I’m ever going to get tired of the way his heart feels when I’m snuggled up close to him. Closing my eyes, I lean against his chest, snuggling close under his arm. He’s so warm, and so strong, and knowing that he wants me?
It’s heaven.
“I love everything going on in here right now.” He drops a kiss on the top of my head, and I look up at him, wanting more, but he pulls back just a bit. I’m still in his arms, but he’s moved away enough that he can look at me. “You stayed.”
It’s a question as much as it is a statement, and I nod. “Of course I did. Did you not think that I would? Did you think that I would leave?” I don’t want to admit to him that I thought about it, even for a second. There’s no way that I would ever tell him that I’d considered making a run for it.
“I had my doubts. This wasn’t exactly traditional, you know.”
Oh, I know. But I also know that I’ve never felt this way about anyone in my life. Ever. I want to tell him that, but before I can get a word out, he sniffs.
“Chicken a la piccata?” He asks, looking around the kitchen. “I hope that’s what it is, because it’s my favorite food.”
“Is it?” Warmth courses through me and I lean into his chest again. I just want to feel his strong body. “Because I’m getting hungry, but there’s something else that I want first.”
I’ve never put myself out there like this, and I hope that he doesn’t shoot me down. I’m barely holding my breath, afraid to breath, but he reaches down and lifts my face so that I’m looking at him.
“Don’t you want to know how it went?” There’s a hint of surprise in his voice, like he can’t quite believe that I wouldn’t want to know all of the details. His eyes search my face and I reach up, lightly running my fingers over his gorgeous lips.
Holy hell, I know what those lips can do, and just the thought of them on my body makes me wet. Squeezing my legs together, I try to ignore the desire building in me and pay attention instead to him.
“Did you take care of it? Am I free?”
He nods. “You are, but you have to decide how free you want to be. I want you, Eva. I love you, and there’s no way that I want you walking out of my door and out of my life. Be with me.”
I can’t answer him, but it’s not because I don’t know what I want. I just don’t know how to tell him that I feel the same way and that I want the same thing, so I nod and pull away from him. The chicken will burn if I don’t turn it off, and as soon as I click the stove off, I turn back to him.
“I’m yours.” I said those words once before, to another man, but I didn’t mean them the way that I mean them now. There’s something about Roque that tells me that I don’t have to worry about anything ever again. He’ll take care of me. All I have to do is give myself over to him.
He’s going to make sure that I’m the best version of me I can be, and I want him to. I want him to take me and mold me, fill me and use me, and turn me into the Eva that I knew I could be.
“Fuck yes.” He growls a little, the sound making heat and wetness pool in my core, and comes to me, forking his hand through my hair and then fisting it so that he has complete control over me. “Eva, I want you, and I’m never going to let you go, do you understand?”
“I do,” I tell him, but I barely manage to get the words out before his mouth is crushing mine. Every time we kiss is hot, but there’s something about the way his mouth is searching mine right now that takes my breath away. He wants me more than I knew it was possible for anyone to want me, and my body responds to him.
Roque reaches around behind me and unties the apron, so I slip it off over my head, dropping it down onto the floor. Before I can move, he pulls my tank top off, and unhooks my bra, immediately taking one of my nipples into his mouth.
I arch my back, forcing more of me in him as he sucks my nipple and strokes my other tit. The feeling of his hands and his hot mouth on me are almost enough to send me over the edge, but I’m not there yet. I need to know more about what he has in his room, and I need to feel him in me.
“Bedroom,” I gasp out, trying to wiggle out of his grasp. It’s almost impossible for me to think when he has his hands on me, and I swear that he knows that. He’s not interested in letting me go until he takes what he wants from me, though, and he lightly bites my nipple before raising his head.
“Were you in my bedroom?” The question could be innocent, but I have a feeling by the way he’s looking at me that he knows everything. I blush, hard, and try to think of the best way out of this.
“I…”
Roque’s eyes light up and he picks me up, throwing me over his shoulder before turning and walking out of the kitchen and down the hall. “You’ve been so good that I want to give you a surprise, Eva, but just when I thought that you were too good, I find out that you’re a little bit naughty. I have to say, I like that about you.”
All I can do is squeak in response and then cry out when he smacks my ass. His touch burns through my jeans, but I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t want more of it.
Chapter 21
Roque
Sweet little Eva didn’t have to tell me that she’d been in my room. Of course she had. There’s no way that someone could be locked in another person’s house and not head straight to their room to find out what was going on. I can tell by the way she’s squeaking and panting that she found my toys, and I can’t wait to use them on her.
From the look of her ex, I don’t think that she’s ever been good and fucked until I got my hands on her, and now that I’ve had a taste of what she has to offer, there’s no way that I’m going to turn down anything she wants to give me.
I toss her on the bed and strip, my eyes locked on her. “Take it all off,” I tell her, and then I grin to myself as she does exactly that. She still has some markings on her wrists and ankle from being tied down. Now would be the perfect time to tie her down again, when we don’t have to worry about new marks, but I control myself.
“Fuck, you look so good, Eva,” I tell her, climbing onto the bed with her. She doesn’t move away from me, instead, she slides over to me, grabs me by the shoulders, and pulls her down on her. I oblige, running a hot line of kisses from her mouth down between the peaks of her tits, across her toned stomach, and to her wet core.
She wants me so badly already. She’s greedy, my little Eva, and I don’t hold back, immediately slipping two fingers into her soaked cunt and starting to fuck her. She moans and writhes on the bed, bucking her hips up at me, so I grab them and force them down, pinning her in place.
“Fuck, Eva, you know how good you feel?” I don’t expect her to answer, but her eyes fly open and lock onto me.
“Do you love me?” Her voice is strangled and it’s almost impossible for her to get the words out. I can tell that she’s forcing them out and barely breathing at the same time, and I grin at her, slipping my fingers from her cunt to slide them over and around her clit.
She moans, her lips barely parted, but manages to keep her eyes on me. Good girl. I want her to know that when we’re together, I’m the only thing she should look at.
“I love the way you taste.” Dropping my head between her legs, I lick slowly up her slit, sliding my tongue around her swollen clit. She responds by grabbing my hair and forcing my face back down to lick her again.
“I love your smart little mouth.” Sliding up her body, I kiss her, my tongue dancing across hers. Her heart pounds in her chest and she pulls me close, greedily tasting herself on my kiss.
“I love your perfect body, Eva.” This time, I just sit back to admire her. My cock throbs to be thrust into her dripping wet cunt, but I’m not ready yet. Fuck that, she’s not ready yet. I want her to know exactly how much I want her and how hard it is for me to hold myself back.
“I love the sound you make when I cum deep i
n you.” She doesn’t expect me to flip her over, but that’s exactly what I do, grabbing her by the hips and turning her so that she’s on all fours in front of me. This gives me a great view of her perfect ass and I slap it, immediately rubbing it to take away some of the burn.
She leans forward on the bed and moans, but doesn’t move away. Fuck, her cunt is dripping down her legs, she’s so turned on and greedy for my cock.
Kneeling behind her, I grab my crop and slide it across her, slipping it between her legs to run it along her slit. She moans and rocks back against its length before I pull it away from her and slap it into her skin.
This time she cries out and a red mark raises almost instantly on her skin. I rub it again and then lean forward, kissing her before slipping my fingers back into her cunt. I pump into her until she relaxes again, then use the crop, the loud sound of hit hitting her skin cutting through her moans.
“Oh, fuck, Roque,” she cries out. Her voice is shaky and I know how close she is to cumming. My sweet Eva wants to come from the crop and I hit her again, this time squeezing her clit between my fingers to keep her from going too far. I want her to orgasm with me, with my cock splitting her open.
“Fuck,” I mutter, grabbing my shaft. I’m throbbing for her, and I can see how much she wants me, but there’s still one thing I haven’t told her. Centering myself behind her, I get ready to thrust into her, and I grab her ass to steady myself.
She’s panting and she pushes back on me, forcing my tip into her greedy cunt.
Fuck. Closing my eyes, I breathe deeply and ignore the urge to pound into her sweet pussy. She needs this as badly as I do, but there’s something else that she needs, too.
“And I love you,” I tell her, then I slam my cock into her all the way, my balls smacking into her as I bury myself in her. There’s no more room for my length, and I pound into her cervix, making her cry out and arch under me. My cock is huge and thick, but she’s dripping wet and I slid easily in and out of her, taking her as she cries out.
