by ChaShiree M
“What?” She looks at me and I can see the glint in her eye.
“I said bend the fuck over. We both know you have been lobbying for this all day. Your smart mouth has been taunting me. Now, you’re going to get what you have been after. Bend. the. fuck. over.” I accentuate each word with a smack to her ass. She is so fucking undone for it, I can smell her pussy as it drips down her leg. Just to be sure I haven’t completely lost my touch, my hand slides up her thigh, wiping some of her juices up and I shove my fingers into her mouth. “You taste so fucking good. Don’t you baby? All that sugar running down your leg waiting for me to savor it. But you have been a naughty little brat, and I need to release first. Now bend over baby.” She turns her back to me, her whole-body red and flaming from the flush. Peeking over her shoulder, she bends over and lifts her skirt. I look down, everything tips on axis. She is not wearing underwear. The haze becomes red, as I momentarily lost track of who I am and where I am.
“What the fuck Lexi? Were you trying to send me to jail tonight?” I grunt into her ear. I am so fucking pissed my hand is shaking as I try to undo my belt. The truth is, with her, I am always in a need to rut, breed and claim.
“Sax…hurry. I ache.” She screams over the music. Freeing my cock, I grab her hair and make her look at me as I ram my cock into her wet sloppy pussy. I don’t stop to make sure she is ok. Fuck that. This is for me. Over and over, in and out, my cock takes her, relishing the wetness dripping down to my balls. Her neck, bent backwards my hands in her hair, forcing her to witness the obliteration of her tight teen pussy. Leaning over toward her, I let go of her hair and latch my teeth onto her neck for a second, like a lion taming his lioness.
“Fuck! Lexi. Shit. How the fuck did this pussy become mine? Tell me. I want to hear it.” I don’t know what is coming over me. Out of control does not begin to cover it. Something about being in this place, with all these men around lusting after my possession, is making my body feel chaotic and I need her to fix it. “Tell me baby. You want to come, don’t you?” I taunt her knowing she is not going to like the threat.
“Yes. Oh shit Sax. So good. Harder. I need it harder.” I feel her hand go down to her clit and immediately I stop moving. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop,” she yells, trying to be heard over the music.
“Then move your fucking hand Brat. You cum when I tell you how I choose to give it to you. Now answer the fucking question. How did I end up with your pussy?” She pushes back against me, trying to make me move, and though I am grinding my teeth together to stop myself from giving in, my eyes close for a moment because fuck if I don’t want to finish riding into Heaven inside her heat.
“You took it damn you. You fucking came and took it asshole. Now fuck me!” Ah. there she goes.
“Damn right I did. You know why?” She shakes her head, moaning and shouting as I hit the spot inside of her moving in and out. “I knew, from the moment I saw you, you were going to be my wife. My dirty little teenage brat.” Suddenly, I feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I turn slightly, making sure not to move too much so that I am still blocking her so no one can see her, and there is the drunk fuck, whacking off watching us. Are you fucking serious right now? Reaching for my Beretta, I try to give him an out.
“Walk the fuck away right now, you piece of shit and I might let you live.” I yell at him.
“Sax?” I can hear the concern laced in her voice and now I want to tap one into his head for making my girl worry.
“It’s ok baby. Just don’t move.” I turn back and right as I do, I see him try to come closer to get a glimpse of Lexi and I lose my shit. My gun is in my hand before I can stop myself and in his face. I warned you, didn’t I? Didn’t I?” I say right before he becomes obsolete. I watch him drop to the floor, not worried about someone seeing. We are tucked far into the corner, but also off to the right in a spot where the dance floor can't see right here, and we can't see them.
“SAX!” I hear her scream. Shit. I turn to face her and holy fuck if her pupils aren’t dilated. Her pussy is squeezing me tighter than a fucking vortex. I knew this girl was made for me. “Oh, fuck that was hot!! Oh God!! I’m about to cum.” She moves on and off my cock frantically racing toward her finish. Knowing what she just saw didn’t change how she felt about me is what brings me to the finish line. I slam into her over and over as I coat the inside of her with everything I have to give. What the fuck has she done to me? Knowing we don’t have time to come down, I pull out, both of us groaning as we part and pull my pants up. She flips down her skirt and that is when the worry kicks in. Grabbing her face, I kiss her.
“I love you so much baby. Let’s go.” She looks back, her eyes memorizing the dead body lying there. As she bites her lip, I know what is coming.
“I’m scared Sax. What if the police come and take you?” She asks, tears in her eyes. I notice that one of my drivers is there with the Lincoln. Ramone must have called him when he took the Hummer. Once we are seated in the back and she is on my lap, I tell her the truth.
“If the police find out, by the time they get there, the body will be gone, and all evidence destroyed. Including videos.”
“But how can you be so sure?” I laugh as I kiss her neck, sniffing her sweet floral scent. It calms me.
“I own the club. And the island. Which basically includes the police.” Her eyes get big as she takes it all in. “So, no worries baby. Now let’s go home. We’re getting married tomorrow.”
“I know. I can’t believe it.” She leans over and lays her head on me. Rubbing her back, I kiss her forehead.
“Believe it baby. After tomorrow, you will be Mrs. Saxson Maldonado.” She beams at me and I feel ten feet tall. This girl has turned me inside out and I find I am ok with that.
17
Lexi
Holy shit! I think looking up at the ceiling. I have been staring at the damn thing for who knows how long. I keep blinking, thinking I am going to wake up and this will not be my life. Who the hell graduates high school and meets a man, a mobster at that, and falls for him with barely more than a hello? Then goes with said man to an island and decides to marry him? Me. That’s who. It didn’t even dawn on me until last night, after Saxson finished fucking my brains out again, that I didn’t even have a ring. I mean is this real. Am I in some alternate universe?
Knock. Knock.
Not bothering to move, I call out. “Come in.” Turning my head, I see his sister walk in.
“Good morning. How are you feeling?”
“Fine. Why? Is something wrong? Why wouldn’t I be ok? Did something happen and I missed it? Saxson woke up and realized he was making a mistake, didn’t he?”
“Whoa!! Calm down their girl. He is downstairs, directing the caterer and florist on where to put everything while Lara is helping with the setup on the beach.” Oh shit. I hang my head for a second, embarrassment overtaking me. I didn’t realize I said all of that out loud.
“I’m sorry Julissa. I am a wreck right now. This is just not how I saw my wedding day going.” I tell her honestly. It’s true though. I never had a place in mind, but my father, as fucked up as he is, was always going to walk me down the aisle. My mom and I were going to go shopping together for it, and it would be full of our families on both sides. This is definitely not my vision. Some parts are better. Saxson, is definitely a plus. This island, absolutely a step up. But everything else.
“Oh Lexi. What’s wrong? Should I go get Sax?” I don’t realize I am crying until she asks me that. I can’t pull it together enough to answer her. I simply shake my head and continue to ball my eyes out. I feel like such a fraud. What am I doing? Nothing about this says love or devotion. Maybe I am simply a means to an end for him. I think I am going to be sick. I feel myself gag as the thought crosses my mind. I have no idea how the thought never crossed it before. I mean, it is the only thing that makes sense. He saw me, figured I was easy, which turns out I am if this is any indication and poof. Here I am, hedging my bets on a man, using
me. I am my mother’s daughter.
“Alexis what’s wrong?” I look up at the sound of his voice. Holy hell. He gets finer and finer every time I see him. Here he comes walking toward me in a button up shirt, sleeves rolled up to his forearm, showing his tattoos, and his strong hands and forget crying. All I want to do is strip.
“Nothing. I just...I don’t know what I am doing here.” I say honestly. I mean the time for saving feelings has come and gone. Right now, there is only time to be honest and truthful. He places this small box down, that I didn't notice until now and kneels in front of me as I sit on the bed.
“What are you saying, baby? You don’t love me?” The sincerity in his eyes and the clarity in his voice, forces me to really look at him. Right now, this very moment, he is kneeling before me, holding my hands, looking me in the eye, asking me the same thing I want to know of him.
“I don’t know how I am even saying this, but I do Sax. It’s nuts. We barely know one another. We have both been creeping, steadily but nothing upfront. So, for this to be the case, shocks even me, but I do. I just don’t understand how you could really love me?” My head drops as I say the words. I might be a glutton for punishment, but I need the truth. If I am going to have my heart broken, I would rather not be humiliated with it.
“I understand what you are saying, Lexi. Trust me I do. The only difference being, my parents came together the same way. My father said he saw my mom one day standing in front of an ice cream shoppe with her friends and his heart stopped. He said he almost ran over the delivery boy, he was so distracted. He looked at her as she laughed with her friends, not knowing he existed, and he knew she was going to be his wife. He followed her home that day and found out who her family was. The next day, he went to her father and asked for her hand. They dated for two weeks before they wed. Sure, our story is different, but the premise is the same. My father has always told my siblings and I that when we find our one, don't let little things like time, age, or family get in the way. I intend to listen to him.” My brain is struggling to keep up as my heart begins to beat uncontrollably. Somehow, I can sense something is coming.
“Now, I assume, that the fact that you don’t have a ring has quite a bit to do with your insecurity. Am I right?” I nod. My voice will not work right now. He reaches behind him for the box he brought here, and my breathing becomes shallower. He opens the box and inside, sitting on top of a silk pillow, is the most beautiful ring I have ever seen. My eyes immediately begin to blur as the tears form swiftly.
“I am so sorry you didn’t get a traditional proposal and more time to plan your dream wedding. You deserve all of that baby. Unfortunately, we had to move swiftly, due to unforeseen matters. That said, this was always going to be the end result, no matter what. I had to have this set with a tracer inside the stone, so I always know where you are. I love you Alexis. I have from the moment your bratty, sexy, made for me self walked across the street and blew everything I thought I knew about myself away. Will you do me the honor of marrying me today?” My hand is in his and as he slips the emerald shaped stone on my finger, I fall apart. I know I am supposed to be answering him but seriously, how? So, I nod, crying profusely like a baby.
“Is that a yes baby?” he asks laughing as he wipes my face and sits beside me. His hand goes to my shirt and begins unbuttoning it. My body comes alive almost instantaneously, needing to be touched by him.
“Yes.” Is all I get out before he is on top of me, his mouth devouring mine. My hands are all over him, frantically trying to remove his shirt.
“Mhmm.” We both stop, faces cheesing and turn toward the door. “Saxson, get yourself out of here right this second.” His mom says swatting at his head. She begins saying something in Spanish and I can’t help but giggle. It’s quite humorous watching this grown man dodge his moms smacks.
“Mama. I’m sorry. I needed to see her before the ceremony.” He says to her as he leans and kisses her on the cheek.
“Fine. But now you need to go, hijo. Get out!” She shoves him out the door and I fall into a mass of belly laughs. His mom stands there, smiling at me while I pull myself together, I’m sure she is thinking how childish I am behaving, but it was funny.
“It’s so good to see my boy so happy. That one, I was never sure would find someone to match his personality. But I see you will keep him on his toes. No?” My cheeks heat up as her compliment absorbs into me. It fills me with a warmth I have never felt. Other than Lara, and guys who want in my pants, no one has ever said anything nice to me. Until Saxson. But it is still different to have his mom see something in me that she thinks will make her son a good wife. I nod my head at her, not quite able to speak with my throat clogged full of emotion. “Bueno. Now come. Time for you to bathe and start getting ready.”
I am barely out of the tub when a group of women walk into the bedroom followed by Lara. “Lexi, this is Anastasia, Lordis, and Victoria. They have been brought here to be our stylists.”
“Seriously?” I had no idea he was doing all of this.
“Of course, sweet girl. My son knows no woman can get married without being pampered on her wedding day. Wish my daughter remembered that.” She mumbled the last part, I'm sure she is salty about Julissa. Saxson filled me in last night about the tension with Julissa and Manny eloping.
“Yes, Miss Bose. My assistants and I were instructed to give you the full treatment. Hair, makeup, waxing, and helping you get dressed. You are a very lucky woman. Shall we begin?” She leads me to the chair her assistant has set up in the corner and I follow, feeling much like I am in a dream.
So, for the next hour, Lara and I are plucked, waxed, primped, clipped, made over, polished, and styled. By the time they are done, I don’t recognize myself. “Holy moly Lexi. You look stunning. Wow!” Lara says as she finishes getting her nails done.
“Really? You think Saxson is going to like it?” I ask her not quite ready to look in the mirror yet. I am not going to see myself until I have my dress on.
“Oh, sweet girl. He is going to more than love it. You are quite simply exquisite.” His mom says wiping her eyes.
“Oh, Mrs. Maldonado, please don’t cry. Then I’m going to start crying and ruin my makeup.” I say as I dab at the corner of my eyes.
“Call me mom, dear heart. I am sorry that your family could not be here. I tried to talk Saxson into giving you more time, but my son, when he wants something, is like a stone. He has been that way his whole life.” She tsks her mouth as she goes to the closet.
“Mama, papà wanted…” I turn to see Ramone standing in the doorway, his gaze trained on Lara, emblazoned by something akin to want and pure unadulterated lust, but in twice the fire. His nose flares as his hands hold onto the doorknob and damn near breaks it off. I look over at Lara and she looks like a damn rose right now, she is so red. Hell, I can barely tell the difference between her hair and her skin. Interesting. Not to mention, standing here with the two of them, I can barely breathe. The air in the room has been sucked up by the unspoken words between the two of them. I mean Jesus. I want to fan myself, the tension is so thick. It's making me horny for Saxson right. Something to ease the tension.
“Hijo? Is everything ok?” His mom interrupts the stare down happening. Ramon clears his throat and looks at his mom. I make note that Lara slumps as soon as his eyes break contact. Very interesting.
“Sì. Everything is fine. Papà wanted you to come and make sure the chairs were how you wanted them.”
“Ah. Tell him I am on my way.” He glances at Lara one more time and walks out the room. I swear the moment he leaves all the oxygen returns to the space. “Do you need anything else, sweet girl?” His mom asks me as she fixes my veil.
“No. Thank you, mom. I am sure Lara and Julissa have it from here. Thank you so much for everything.” I hug her and try to stop the tears from flowing. It’s nice to have a mother figure put her arms around me and really mean it.
“Thank you for making my son so happy hija.” She k
isses me and walks out. Taking a deep breath, I calm myself. Surprisingly enough, other than feeling emotional and anxious, I feel calm. I have heard girls say how they felt so scared and unsure. Or they felt like they didn’t have a choice. They felt forced, pressured, or like they possibly could be making a mistake. I don’t feel any of those things. I feel content, safe, and so fucking happy.
“It’s almost time to get your dress on. Are you ready?” Julissa asks me as she finishes getting her hair done.
“I am more than ready. Have you seen it?” She didn’t go with us dress shopping, so I am not sure if she saw it.
“Yes. My mom showed me this morning while you were getting waxed. It’s beautiful. I love that you went traditional, yet sexy. I especially love the second dress you are going to change into.” I decided that the dress I was going to spend most of the day wearing, shouldn’t be the same one I say my vows in. The party dress should be more a reflection of me. The first one, is a reflection of my new status.
“Knock, Knock. Came to bring the bridal party some champagne.” Manny walks into the room with champagne flutes and though I am sure he really did want to bring us drinks, I am more than sure he wanted to see his wife. They are so stinking cute.
“Lexi, are you ok if I step out for a second?” Julissa asks me as she wraps her arms around Manny’s waist. I can’t help but smile at the obvious love they have for one another. I wonder if Sax and I look like that when we are looking at each other?
“Of course. Lara is here. No worries.” I don’t need both of them in here anyway. Plus, this will give me a chance to talk to Lara about what happened last night when Ramone took her from the club.
“Awesome. Manny and I will go and make sure everything is setup on the beach.” She barely gets out before she closes the door. The minute the door closes and we are alone, I turn to her.
