At the thought of Victor, she pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes, giving her features a harsh, pinched quality that made her almost unrecognizable. He had always rebuffed her perpetual efforts to seduce him – and now she understood why. That ship had sailed, but she wasn’t going to accept defeat when it came to her career. She was a fucking star.
Everyone adored Valentina. The doorman brought Victor’s floral deliveries straight to her instead of having her go to the front desk to get them. Even the perpetually cranky director became a big pile of goo whenever she was around.
What did Valentina have that Estrella didn’t – other than Victor Vargas’s big dick and spectacularly perky, natural tits? Valentina was popular in Guatemala because of her work on the original show, so the cast and crew had celebrated her unexpected arrival in America.
But something wasn’t quite right about the whole situation and Estrella was going to find out what it was. No one else seemed to care about the rumors that Valentina Vargas walked off the set of that mainstream skin flick, Take Me Now --all because the director wanted her to show her tits. What a spoiled child. Estrella, on the other hand, had no qualms about that sort of thing. Estrella had no qualms about a lot of things.
But everyone liked Valentina. And if that wasn’t bad enough, Victor Ramirez was head over heels for the woman. Now that had been the straw that broke the proverbial camel’s back. Really, what a waste.
It was an established fact that all the Ramirez men were hung like stallions, and she had heard firsthand accounts that Victor was continuing that impressive family tradition -- but she’d never gotten the chance to experience his sexual prowess for herself. She was determined to find out what it was like to feel that gorgeous hunk of man candy shooting off inside her while he pounded her into the next room. It was going to happen, she’d make sure of it. And she was damned if she was going to share.
Estrella couldn’t stop at merely hating Valentina; she had plans to ruin not only her career but her life. All Victor needed was a little nudge to help him see that bitch for what she really was: a gold-digging, opportunistic whore. A few flubbed lines from an outdated script, a few missed cues, a few late arrivals on set because of car trouble and Ricardo would have a hard time convincing the producers to keep her. And then it would be bye-bye, Valentina.
The sound of shuffling footsteps in the hall had her looking toward the door in surprise.
“Oh, hey!” A fake smile accompanied her equally fake greeting as she drew out the ‘hey’ about three seconds too long. “I didn’t expect to see you here.” She cocked her head to the side and ran her tongue over her bottom lip. “What’s with the gloves? Is it cold out? What are you doing here this late, anyway? I thought you would have been long gone by now. Or did you just miss me?” she said with a giggle as she perched prettily on the pink, tufted chair she had insisted the studio provide for her.
She blinked up at her visitor coyly, causing her false eyelashes to flutter up and down like little butterfly wings. Crossing her shapely legs, she glanced down and gave her skirt hem a subtle upward tug. Might as well practice her feminine wiles on a willing participant. Beggars can’t be choosers and all that…
She never saw it coming.
The piano wire bit painfully into his fingers even through the leather gloves as he wrapped the wire around her neck and pulled as hard as he could. Caught off guard, she couldn’t gather her instincts to fight beyond clawing at his hands to little effect. As his grip on the wire tightened brutally, his face took on a dreamy quality as the first trickle of blood seeped out from beneath the wire.
His face became flushed and he frowned at the unexpected stirrings of guilt that tightened his chest, not because of what he was doing but because of how it was making him feel. His cock tightened behind his zipper as the wire sliced into Estrella’s delicate skin. Blood oozed hot and slick over his leather-clad hands until it stained her pretty pink chair and puddled on the floor.
He reminded himself that he was doing this for her. He was devoted to his Valentina but he couldn’t resist the sexual pleasure that consumed him in this moment. He wanted nothing more than to shove his cock into this bitch’s mouth, just to see how hard she’d suck on him as she fought for her last breath. Fuuuck... He pulled harder on the wire as he struggled for control, his balls drawing up tight to his body at the slight gurgling sounds escaping her brutalized throat.
Why hadn’t he thought of that earlier? He would have planned for it. But as countless tiny blood vessels burst and obscured the whites of her bulging eyes, Estrella abruptly sagged in her chair. Well, now it was too late. Damn her. She had ruined the whole thing. He grimaced, grunting harshly as the orgasm roared through him. With a final, mindlessly vicious yank of his hands, her flesh gave way as the wire sliced through her airway.
He released the wire and shoved her lifeless body back in her pretty pink chair as he stepped back to survey the damage. Her nearly decapitated head tottered precariously on what was left of her slender neck.
He would be Valentina’s hero, not that fucking mobster. She would see the truth when he annihilated every obstacle holding her back. She would see Ramirez for what he was and kick that no good gangster to the curb. On the other hand, he loved her, he’d always loved her, and he always would. Now they had a new bond, one forged by death and blood. When Valentina saw what he had done for her she would finally understand that her place was with him.
He longed to kill Victor Ramirez, but getting to a man who lived in the equivalent of a fortress was impossible. For now, killing off Valentina’s competition would have to do. A simple gesture, yes, but one that said more than words ever could.
He gave the body a final, contemptuous shove and what was left of Estrella Estrada slid to the floor like a worthless pile of garbage. He busied himself at her vanity table briefly, then stepped over her with no regrets and left as silently as he’d come.
Chapter Thirteen
That same night, Victor had his little hellcat up against the bedroom wall, his body pressed tight against her. The more she fought him, the harder his cock got, and that was just the way he liked it.
“Baby, what the fuck were you doing buying him a two-thousand-dollar pen when you weren’t even fucking him?” It didn’t help matters when she burst out laughing.
“Oh, you think that’s funny, huh? Let’s see how funny you think this is.” He unbuckled his belt and jerked it through the loops. He had the length of leather fastened tight around her wrists before she realized what he was doing. He gripped the leather like a handle and pulled her into the closet while she twisted and writhed against his hold, trying to avoid the inevitable.
He looped the belt over a hook attached to the ornate ceiling fixture that was intended for Valentina’s personal stylist to use to display her daily wardrobe choices. He had a far more enjoyable display in mind for it though.
“You know perfectly well I never fucked him,” she fumed. “I gave him the pen as a thank you gift. He did a lot for me.”
He grabbed her chin, squeezing as he turned her face toward him. “The first thing you need to understand is that he did NOTHING for you. You hear me?” he snarled. “That was all me. What do I get? Do I get a thank you gift?”
She stilled at his words. His heavy-lidded gaze stayed trained on her, never wavering, as if she were prey that would flee if given the chance. He stepped in closer to her and let his hands roam over her body, greedily exploring every glorious line and curve. He loosened the sash that held her wrap dress closed, smiling smugly as the fabric drifted apart to reveal yet another barely-there set of Agent Provocateur lingerie.
With a sharp tug he brought her bra cups down, the underwire causing her breasts to jut out toward his waiting mouth. He feasted on her velvety skin, sucking the taut nipples into his mouth, one after the other.
“What do I get for a present?” His voice was a hoarse, threatening whisper as he tugged at a nipple with his teeth. His fingertips trailed up he
r inner thigh to trace the outline of her pussy lips through the fabric of her G-string. He tugged the lace aside and dropped to his knees. He pressed his thumbs to her folds and opened her to reveal the sensitive pearl that glistened there, begging for his attention. His warm breath drifted over her just before the first swipe of his tongue sent her mind reeling. He devoured her pussy like a starving man as he caressed the soft flesh of her inner thighs.
Valentina moaned as that unmistakable, delicious quiver started deep within her, and arched into his mouth as it spread. As the orgasm detonated deep within her, she surrendered to the mind-bending pleasure that rippled along her extremities and curled her toes, leaving her boneless and spent.
The rustling of fabric stirred her senses back to reality as Victor stood to unfasten his pants, lowering them just enough to free his erection. He stepped back to admire her, his feet wide apart as he stroked his length and imagined how good it was going to feel to be buried inside her again. There was really nothing better in this world. Each time he took her, it was so much hotter than anything he’d come up with in his dirtiest fantasies.
“You want it hard, baby? Or slow? Just tell me how to give it to you and it’s yours.”
“I…want it hard,” she moaned faintly.
“Yeah, you like it fucking rough, don’t you? Just like I do.” He clasped her between her legs, rubbing his palm against the sensitive, slick flesh. “I love how you fight me, how you always make me fucking earn it. But you can’t hide how much you crave my touch. Oh, fucking hell, you are so wet.”
Valentina’s head lolled to the side, giving in to the pleasure of his touch. He buried his nose in her hair, whispering seductively, “I broke his fucking pen the same way I’m going to break his fucking neck if he ever comes near you again.”
She couldn’t remember a time when she had been so aroused. She felt like she might come if he so much as breathed on her. She was being worshipped by a man who would kill to keep her and she had never been so turned on.
He brought her right to the brink of coming all over his hand, only to abruptly stop. “Oh, no, baby. This time you’ll come with my cock buried balls deep inside you. I want you looking me dead in the eye when I fuck this pussy.”
He rubbed the tip of his cock against her entrance, teasing her with barely-there penetration that had her body twisting toward him for deeper contact. “Who gives it to you the way you want it? The way you need to get it?”
“You do, you bastard. Stop teasing me” She writhed against him to no avail as he stepped away to kick his shoes off and shed his clothes. Furious at the delay, she twisted and kicked at him, inadvertently giving him easy access to her legs. He laughed deviously as he moved her back and forth as if she were on a swing. With a hand wrapped around each of her ankles, he tugged her close to him and wrapped her legs around his waist. She clamped her ankles together at his back as she welcomed the powerful, smooth thrust of his cock into her aching depths.
He was thrusting so hard and deep that it took her breath away. She needed this man’s possession like she needed her next breath. He swiveled his hips against her clit repeatedly, urgently, the broad head of his cock stroking her inner walls at just the right angle. The combination was more than she could bear. Chanting his name over and over with each shaky breath she took, she climaxed so hard that the edges of her vision began to blur.
“Don’t you ever give another man anything. Ever. Not unless you want to watch him die. Do you understand?!” He pounded into her with renewed vigor, his hands gripping her ass as he moved her up and down his length, yanking her down onto his shaft so hard that she could swear her teeth rattled. He was scaring the shit out of her…and it was hotter than hell.
“Again,” he bit out through clenched teeth.
“No, Victor, I can’t, it’s too much,” she wailed as she frantically shook her head.
“You can and you will. Come on my cock one more time. That’s it, baby, I want to feel it,” he groaned as he felt her bear down and clench his cock like a fist. “Fucking come with me, come with me into the darkness. I’ll make it so good…”
As he chased his own release, all she could think was that his clever tongue and big, gorgeous cock were ruining her.
She’d never make it easy for him, but she was starting to think that maybe she really had no choice but to stay with him because he wasn’t just with her now. He was in her, in every possible way.
Chapter Fourteen
Victor lay on his side with his elbow bent, chin resting in his hand as he watched Valentina sleep. He lightly trailed a fingertip over her forehead to the tip of her nose, then along her lips. She turned her head restlessly and smiled faintly against his touch. He lightly tapped her chin before laying his hand over her bare breast, closing his eyes as her heart beat against his hand. He wasn’t sure how it had happened, but he was a man captivated by his soulmate.
How many other men had fantasized about being alone with her like this. He was the only one who would ever know what it was like to have every inch of her laid out before him for his pleasure. He was the only man who had the balls to capture and keep her. What other men had only fantasized about, he had done.
He knew she was struggling to come to terms with her new life and his role in it. But her struggle was with herself, not with him. He just wondered how long it would take her to see it.
The ringing of his cell phone pulled Victor from his reverie. He rolled onto his back and grabbed the phone off the nightstand, his voice barely audible as he expressed his displeasure. “Are you kidding me? Tony, what the fuck do you want?”
“We’ve got serious problems, bro. Meet me downstairs and I’ll fill you in on the way to the studio.”
“Fuck.” Victor ended the call and reluctantly eased his body from the bed to throw on jeans and a t-shirt. It wasn’t what he typically wore but he could tell by Tony’s voice something important was going on.
“Where you goin’?” Valentina asked sleepily, rolling over onto her stomach but not bothering to open her eyes.
He chuckled and bent down, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “You’re married to a gangster, baby, late nights go with the territory.”
“We’re not married.”
“That’s my girl. You keep telling yourself that.” He patted her ass, gave it a good squeeze, and headed for the door. He had his hand on the doorknob when he had second thoughts that took him back to their bed. With a devilish grin, he leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Keep this warm for me, baby.” He smacked her ass hard enough to earn an indignant squeal as he sauntered to the door.
Seconds later, he was bounding down the stairs like a teenager. Valentina had put a spring in his step he’d never had before. They weren’t married yet but they sure as fuck would be; he’d make sure of it.
Victor and Tony were silent as they left the house and walked toward Tony’s truck where it was parked out front. Neither of them spoke until Tony was preparing to pull out onto the main road. Victor got right to the point.
“What the fuck is going on, Tony?”
Tony checked for traffic as his brother huffed impatiently. “Hey, just because it’s three in the morning doesn’t mean there’s no traffic. Safety first,” Tony muttered.
“If you don’t tell me what the hell is going on and why I’m not still in bed next to a warm, naked woman, I’m going to wring your fucking neck.”
“You never were one for patience, but anyway, speaking of wringed necks, an actress was murdered at the studio tonight.”
“What the fuck?! Who?”
“Estrella. That’s not the worst of it either. There was a message written on the dressing room mirror in blood red lipstick.”
“A message?”
“Well, more like a love note, as weird as that sounds: For you, Valentina. Dad told me that you mentioned she had been worried about someone stalking her back in Guatemala. Looks like her stalker may have followed her here and is killing people now, trying to impre
ss her.”
“We don’t know that, Tony. I’m not assuming anything. There’s a lot of unrest within the Sinaloan cartel. This could be one of their people trying to fuck with us. I’m not assuming anything.”
“Yeah, well, as they say, ‘the writing is on the wall’.”
Victor’s brain went into damage control mode like it always did when it was likely law enforcement was going to start nosing around in matters that didn’t concern them. “We’ve got to get ahead of this. Who found her?”
“The security guard.”
“After she was dead. If he’d been doing his fucking job he would have caught the guy coming in and saved her life. I never had much use for Estrella myself, she seemed like a conniving bitch most of the time, but she didn’t deserve to go like that.”
“Since when did you become Mr. Mercy?”
“Hey, fuck you. I’ve got a soft side.”
That threw Tony into a fit of laughter. When he finally got a grip on the fact that his brother actually had a merciful bone in his body, he got serious. “I’m already ahead of this, we’ve got an FBI agent on payroll--”
“Jericho. The guy who owes Glazov a favor, right? Yeah, I know the story, Glazov took out the trash and saved Jericho’s wife from going to prison after she killed a man.” A wicked smile curved Victor’s lip up in what looked more like a snarl. “I’ve always said women are more treacherous in matters of business.”
“You better keep an eye on yours then.”
“I’ve got more than my eye on her, or at least I did until you fucking called and cockblocked me. But this changes everything; I’m putting a chip in her ass—well, more like her shoulder.”
That elicited another laugh from Tony. “Fuck, man, you have got to be kidding me. Are you sure you’re not Dad? That is so something he would try to do.”
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