Thieving Hearts

by Nikita Slater

  She moaned when his fingers pressed into the muscles and began to work incredible magic. She nodded slightly. “Mmhmm,” she managed to murmur.

  He nudged her legs apart, gently spreading them wide before settling his big body on the mattress between them. She didn't protest when he continued to work on her back, massaging her abused muscles. She didn't even care about the slight ache of his fingers drifting over the marks he’d given her the night before. It turned out he really hadn’t whipped her very hard. Most of the marks were already fading into nothing. Katie turned her head so she could watch him work, enjoying the show of his magnificent pectoral muscles rippling in the dim lighting of the master bedroom. His dark hair and the facial hair he’d forgotten to shave, even on his wedding day, looked incredibly, mouthwateringly masculine on him.

  He really was a gorgeous man. Despite the aura of deadly intensity surrounding him, Katie’s heart couldn’t help but skip that extra beat every time she took a good look at him. She still couldn't believe he’d chosen her. That eighteen years ago, this perfect man had staked his claim on a nerdy, gawky-looking teenager and then patiently waited for her to grow up. That even after all the shit she’d thrown at him over the years, he never stopped loving her. It made her want to be worthy of that love. To give them the future they deserved.

  She groaned and arched her back a little when he pressed his thumbs into the indents at her lower back. “Ooooh Roman, that’s so good…,” she moaned, wiggling under his hands.

  “Fuck, Katie, if you don't lay still I’m not going to be able to finish working out the stiffness. Going to just fuck you raw, mujer,” he growled, digging his fingers deep into her flesh.

  She froze, not wanting him to stop. “I’ll be good!” she promised.

  He grunted and continued to work on her in silence. Katie relaxed under his skilled hands while he kneaded and pressed the flesh of her back, ass and thighs, gradually working any stiffness out of the muscles until she was a mass of contentment. As she began to drift off under his ministrations, she gradually began to notice a difference in the stroke of his hands. His long fingers began drifting closer and closer to her pussy, slowly stoking the embers of her orgasm.

  Katie’s lashes lifted from her cheeks and she glanced down the bed at Roman, watching him work. The muscles of his tattooed arms and shoulders flashed and rippled in the light while he stroked and touched her body, gradually working his way closer and closer to her core. As if testing him, Katie tried to close her legs. She couldn’t. They were trapped wide on either side of his kneeling form.

  Her breathing sped up as the long fingers of one of his hands began to dip between her legs. She was so primed from her previous orgasms that she jumped as soon as his fingers touched her labia. He brought his other hand down on her lower back, holding her still while he worked his fingers back inside her. Katie moaned and immediately began writhing, trained to his touch. He used two thick fingers to scoop her pussy juices and move them up to the puckered hole above.

  Katie jumped and moaned, grabbing fistfuls of the bedding underneath her, preparing herself for the inevitable. She should have realized as soon as he mentioned taking her ass that he actually meant it. Roman always meant what he said. But she got so caught up in his touch and his mouth that she forgot. She thought he would fuck her pussy and then they would pass out in each other’s arms and he would forget about his dark promise.

  Oh god, she was sacred! She had never done that before, not even by herself, and didn’t know what to expect. But she was also exhilarated and excited by the thought of anal sex. She knew it would hurt in a wonderful way, especially at Roman’s hands.

  As always, Roman didn't wait for anyone’s permission. He took care of Katie, but he also took what he wanted. Without warning, using the fluid he’d stolen from her pussy, he pressed one long, thick finger slowly and steadily into her ass the same as he had one year earlier. Katie cried out and tried to push back against him, but he held her down, whispering words of love and encouragement as he pushed steadily past the barrier of her anal ring.

  “So beautiful, mi amor,” he growled as he pressed his finger into her tight passage. “Never knew how good it would be. Only ever wanted you, baby, nobody else would do once I set eyes on my girl.”

  Once he bottomed out, he gave her a chance to just feel the incredible fullness within her body. It was a matter of seconds before the sizzling pleasure took hold, then she was lifting her hips for more. He gave her what she wanted, pulling his finger out and then pushing back in until she was mindlessly pushing her hips up to meet him thrust for thrust. When she was writhing and moaning, he scooped more fluid from her pussy and added another finger. Katie barely noticed the increased pressure as he steadily pushed both fingers into her and then pumped them in and out. She was moaning and begging for more as her body reach toward another orgasm, one that was different from any other she’d known before. It bit deeper than her usual orgasms, called to the masochist in her that loved that sting of pain with her pleasure.

  “Roman!” she called blindly to him as she clawed at the bedding.

  He yanked her hips back to him and lined his cock up against her pussy, steadily pushing himself deep into her wet, silken body. He went slow, mindful of any residual soreness she might still be feeling, though at this point Katie was more than willing to take whatever Roman would give her for more of his masterful touch. He blew her mind in every way when he set about playing with her body. They fit together in ways she thought only belonged in fairytales.

  “I have you, baby,” he growled from behind her, his voice strained but tender. “Just let go and feel.”

  Katie closed her eyes and let herself drift, safe in Roman's capable hands. She felt the near impossible fit of his cock glide through her vaginal passage, made even tighter from the bite of his fingers deep in her ass. She knew what would come next. Trusting Roman to take care of her, she just experienced the rhythm of his thrusts and the building orgasm.

  Then he was pulling out of her pussy and replacing his fingers with his cock. He pulled her ass cheeks apart with his big hands and pressed her legs further up the bed with his knees. She moaned and arched her ass up to meet him, knowing it would hurt but trusting that Roman would make the pain worth a million hurts, because he knew her body better than even she did.

  “Just breathe, mi amor,” he urged and then pushed steadily into her.

  Katie cried out and clutched the blankets underneath her, jerking them into her chest. She instinctively tried to drop her hips back into the bed to escape the pain, but he wrapped an arm around her waist and forced her back up into his body. She bit her lip and trembled in his hold as he continued to press steadily forward until he was seated completely within her. Katie was crushed beneath him, forced to bear his weight as he lay still on top of her, waiting for her to adjust to his invasion.

  As with the press of his fingers in her ass, after a moment the feeling of his cock began to spark a deep visceral reaction within her. Her breathing changed and she began to wiggle against him, almost imperceptibly encouraging him to continue. A drop of sweat fell from his forehead, landing on the back of her shoulder, indicating the brutal hold he had on himself. Everything within him wanted to fuck his wife’s ass with a savagery that would mark her, remind her who she belonged to. Instead, he waited patiently for her virgin ass to adjust to the feel of his cock before he began moving within her.

  “Oh my god!” she yelled when he did start moving his hips over hers in shallow thrusts. Sparks of pleasure shot all through her. Nerve endings she didn't know existed suddenly came to life, throwing cascades of pleasure up and down her ass and all through her body. Unable to stop herself, Katie began pushing back into him, meeting him thrust for thrust until he was pulling out almost completely and slamming back into her.

  The orgasm that built within her threatened to eclipse her previous two. She screamed and clawed her way toward it, unaware that Roman had to hold her down so she wouldn�
��t climb up the bed in an attempt to escape the overwhelming pleasure he was forcing on her. Finally, as he neared his own orgasm and his cock flared wide within her tight passage, he reached underneath her and shoved his long fingers deep into her pussy, pressing them against her g-spot once more. Katie came with an ear-splitting scream. Her vaginal and anal passages clamped down on Roman so hard that he had no choice but to follow his woman over the edge.

  “Mierda!” he snarled in her ear, unloading hot semen deep into her ass before collapsing on top of her.

  Katie giggled at his bad language. Not very romantic. She yawned widely and allowed herself to begin drifting toward sleep while he rolled off her and set about preparing them for bed. She was pretty sure he used a warm washcloth between her legs, but she was so far gone into sexual exhaustion that she wasn’t betting money on her memories of anything that happened after he fucked her into the next century. Well, he certainly had accomplished his mission of exhausting his new bride to the point of making sure she couldn't run away.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

  “Mierda,” Katie sighed, sitting up in bed and looking around. She was once more locked up in her tower room with her evil husband nowhere in sight.

  How the hell does he manage to do this to me without waking me up? she wondered, climbing out of bed and twisting around in the full-length mirror to check out her ass. Yup, he really had gotten his name tattooed across her ass cheek and, nope, that really wasn't a crazy dream.

  Katie had been at the hacienda for three full weeks now. Three blissfully wonderful (in a purely sexual way) weeks. But also, three extraordinarily frustrating weeks as her new husband treated her like a naughty puppy who would run away from home as soon as it was off its leash. Too bad he was right. Because the worse her crazy possessive husband treated her, the more determined she was to leave.

  Every night except one, Roman took her to his bed and fucked her with vigour and imagination until she was too exhausted to keep her eyes open, let alone contemplate running away. Sometimes he was gentle and sometimes he was harsh, but he was always mindful of her pleasure before his. Then, each morning Katie would wake up in her own bed, alone and angry because he refused to spend the whole night next to his wife. She knew he wouldn't sleep with her because he didn't trust her until she was secure in the tower room. But it crushed her nonetheless.

  Then, five days ago, he had a tattoo artist brought in. Together with Roman, they had designed a tattoo for Katie. No one asked her if she wanted a tattoo. No one asked her what kind of a tattoo she would choose if she were to get one. Certainly, no one asked her where on her body she would get a tattoo. When she did attempt to protest, Roman had simply informed her she could lay quietly through her tattoo or she could ‘sleep’ through it. Deciding an awake tattoo was better than a drugged tattoo, Katie had acquiesced with a glare, hiking up her skirt and laying down on the bed. God help her insane husband if she ever got her hands on that sleeping drug and a suicidal tattoo artist. He was so getting ‘livin’ la vida loca’ tattooed across his forehead.

  Roman had, of course, refused to leave. There was zero chance of him allowing another person to touch her body, let alone the flesh of her ass cheek, without him in the room the entire time. Never mind that he was paying the other person to do this for them. As Katie studied the pink rose with Roman’s name scrawled through it, she had to admit that she actually kind of loved it.

  Then her fingers strayed lower to the flesh of her thigh and the slight bump there. Now this little baby made her want to punch Roman Valdez in the throat like nothing else. The bastard. Immediately after her tattoo, he’d ushered the artist out of the room. But before Katie could get up and straighten her skirt, he’d ushered someone else in. A doctor, apparently. Without bothering to explain a damn thing, Roman had held her down while the doctor had swabbed her thigh and injected something into the area.

  Katie had howled and smacked at Roman. He’d held onto her until the doctor put a bandage over the injection site and then discreetly left the room. As soon as Roman let her up, Katie jumped away from him, her hand flying to her thigh. She winced, but explored the reddened spot after peeling the bandage back. Her eyes widened as she felt the tiny device, as small as a grain of rice, under her skin. Then she turned narrowed eyes on her captor.

  “You implanted me with a fucking tracker?” she hissed angrily.

  He raised a dark eyebrow at her language. Katie was raised with a mom that didn't allow her children to use bad language. It hadn't stuck with her brothers, but Katie rarely swore unless she was really pissed off.

  “Can’t have you running on me, baby,” he said matter of factly. “Got too many enemies out there now. You'd be a prime target.”

  She growled at him and shoved herself back on the bed, scooting away from him. She curled into the far corner turning her back on him and tugging her skirt down over her bent knees as if to protect herself. Tears gathered in her eyes. She knew he was crazy possessive of her and the past weeks had shown that he wasn't willing to give even an inch of leeway, but she had thought maybe eventually she would convince him to work with her. Now… after this, she knew he wouldn’t change his mind about her. All these mafia guys were the same. Misogynistic assholes.

  “Don’t bother coming for me tonight,” she said against the wall. “You can go fuck yourself for all I care.”

  She could feel the heat of his anger from behind her and knew he was controlling himself so he wouldn't reach out and grab her. Probably didn't want to hurt her too much more since she was already in pain from the tattoo and microchip. She glanced over her shoulder and saw that he was indeed standing next to the bed, his fists clenched. She shuddered almost wishing she hadn’t issued such a challenge to him. He was not a man to take her lip lightly.

  He must have sensed her regret because, instead of callously insisting she come to his bed, he said only, “You can have this night only to recover. Tomorrow you come to me.” Then he turned and left the room.

  That had been the night Katie had planned her escape from casa Valdez. The only night Roman hadn’t exhausted her to breaking point. Tonight, she would execute her plan. She had everything she needed. She would pretend she had her period and couldn’t perform her wifely duties. In reality, Katie’s period was irregular and came pretty much whenever it pleased within a four to seven-week window. She had no way of knowing if Roman would respect her wishes anyway, but she was hoping. She was going to send Lana with the message later and beg for some Advil so it would look like she was feeling achy as well.

  Though he was a demanding husband with a possessive streak a mile wide, Roman wasn't entirely cruel. If he thought Katie wasn’t feeling well, he would want her well taken care of. She doubted he would drag her off to his bedroom to suffer just so he could get his rocks off. In fact, she was banking on him rushing to her bedside to see how she was doing and seeing with his own eyes that it was indeed just cramping and back pain that was causing her illness.

  Katie wasn’t wrong in her assumption. She had barely informed Lana that she wasn’t feeling well and Roman was at her bedside, literally minutes later. Katie was sitting up in bed a pillow hugged to her chest. She watched in real awe as the door was shoved open with unnecessary force and her dark husband was stalking toward her. Katie had to stiffen her back to stop herself from scrambling across the bed to get away from him. She stared, open-mouthed as he strode directly to her bedside, his unreadable expression slipping for just a second to reveal true concern in the form of an angry scowl. Her heart pounded in response as a flash of remorse for her duplicity shuddered through her.

  “Lana informs me that you’re sick?” he demanded, reaching out to cup her chin and tilt her face up so he could study her. After a moment of frowning scrutiny, he said, “You seem fine to me.”

  So, Lana hadn’t even had time to explain what was wrong with the lady of the house before Roman had come tearing up to her tower room. Wow. Aside from the whole locking her ass up every
chance he got, Roman made an extremely attentive husband. Well, time to pull out the acting abilities since, apparently, Lana hadn’t been very helpful and Roman hadn’t given her time to slip under the covers and start moaning pathetically.

  She dropped her eyes and curled her legs up into the pillow. “It’s n-not a big deal, Roman,” she said, clutching the pillow hard against her middle and blushing furiously. “I’ll be fine… but do you think I can spend the next few nights in my room. A-alone.” Her voice had dropped off to a whisper by the last word.

  He growled and took her by the shoulders. “Damn it, Katie, just tell me what’s wrong. Are you hurt?” he demanded, reaching down to yank the pillow out of her hands. He began running his hands over her arms, checking for an injury.

  Katie was so surprised she let the pillow go without a fight. Knowing the depth of Roman’s feelings for her, she had expected concern from him, but she hadn’t expected this level of upset. Now that she thought about it, it made sense. Roman was all about control, especially when it came to her. He wouldn’t be able to handle the thought of her being injured unless he was applying the pain himself and in complete control of every aspect of her torture.

  She caught his hand as he started pulling her leg out so he could examine it. “Roman!” she gasped and then giggled because he pressed his thumb into the arch of her foot. “Calm down, I’m not hurt, mi amor.”

  He froze, his dark eyes colliding with hers. She saw relief and something like smug happiness there as well. She rarely used any kind of endearment with him, let alone Spanish. She gripped his face between her hands and brought it down for a light kiss against his lips. She may have anticipated his concern, but she hadn't taken into account the stab of guilt she felt over giving him anxiety.

  “It’s my lady times… come to visit,” Katie told him. She dropped her eyes, finding that she couldn’t meet his eyes, though she didn't release his face. “I’m just not very comfortable right now. My back hurts and my belly feels heavy and swollen.”