Jordan's Quest: Bad Boy Mafia Dark Romance book (The Generals' Sons 1)

by Veronica Cane

  He stood there, in front of her, his eyes closed, his head leaning back, for a few moments, recovering his breath.

  Suddenly, he put his hard cock back in his shorts and stormed out of the room, leaving her there, puzzled, trying to guess what had just happened.

  She waited there for a few more moments, and when she realized he wasn’t going to come back soon, she just crawled onto the bed and let herself fall asleep. She was too exhausted.

  Jordan stormed out of the room and headed to his private beach. He needed fresh air, and time away from that sorcerer. He wasn’t happy with his body's reaction to her, and he didn’t remember ever feeling this attracted to a woman. His need for her seemed to grow every time he took her, and that made him feel vulnerable, something he couldn’t allow himself to be. He was surrounded by too many hungry sharks, just waiting for him to show a hint of weakness to jump to his throat.

  He walked down to the dune that marked the end of his beach and sat for a while on the sand.

  He needed to find a way to satisfy the lust he felt for her. And fast.

  Then it occurred to him, he should take her to his friend's private island in the Caribbean. There he would have enough privacy to enjoy his new little toy, to get so much of her it would kill this hunger he felt growing inside him.

  Yes, that would be perfect.

  With plans forming in his mind, he got up and returned to his room, just to find her sleeping in his bed. With a smirk, he took off his clothes and crawled next to her, cuddling her in his arms and falling asleep.

  Ashley woke up when the sun made its appearance in the sky. For a moment she was confused, not recognizing where she was, or with whom, she added, when she noticed the strong arm crossed over her body, and felt his hard cock poking her buttocks.

  The events of the previous day rushed back to her mind and she muffled a groan. Jordan Martinez…

  She was in bed with Jordan Martinez, not only that, she had agreed to become his sex slave.

  He moved behind her, pulling her closer to him. "I thought you would never wake up." He whispered in her ear, as he pulled her leg over his, exposing her pussy, while making his cock slid through her slit.

  "Maybe I want to sleep some more…" she protested, trying to pull back her leg.

  "No, you don’t." he replied, securing her leg firmly in place. "Because, now you have a job to do."

  "I do? And what could that be?" she asked, ironic.

  "To please me. Your whole existence must be based on that simple sentence."

  She snorted contemptuously. "You give yourself too much importance, dear."

  He laughed and sliding his hand down her leg, he guided his hard cock to her entrance. "Well, you must make me the most important thing in your life…" he said thrusting himself hard inside her, making her gasp.

  In just a few seconds, he had her trembling in his arms, as desire blasted through her body, expelling all coherent thought from her mind, making her a moldable dough in his hands.

  He ran his hands up her body and cupped her breasts, using them to thrust himself deeper in her while he pounded her hard and fast.

  His lips kissed and nibbled her shoulder adding more feelings, more sensations to her already overloaded body. She moaned and he grunted and with a few more jostles, he threw them both into an ocean of pleasure as waves of bliss cascaded over them.

  For a while, they just stayed there, their bodies entangled, their hearts beating at the same rhythm as their panting slowly subsided.

  He smacked her hip, and jumped out of bed. "Get up, we need to get you some clothes. I can't have you naked all the time." He ordered, heading to the bathroom. "Shower in the next room or we'll never get out of the house."

  She snorted at that, slowly getting up, just to be grabbed by him and quickly reduced to trembling mass of desire, when he kissed her passionately, stealing her breath away. "You were saying, muñeca?" he growled.

  "Nothing… nothing… on my way to the shower." She walked around him, and practically ran to the other room to shower, being followed by his laughter.

  She showered quickly, braiding her hair again. With no clothes to put on she looked for a bathrobe and found one on one of the bathroom shelves, and put it on. She went back to his room to wait for instructions, trying not to think of how much her life had changed in just one day.

  She had to keep reminding herself not to lower her guard with Jordan. This wasn’t a love affair, she even doubted he knew the word existed, what to say of the feeling. She had to keep in mind he was going to discard her as soon as he got tired of her, and surely it wouldn’t take him much to get there.

  She entered his room finding him putting on a polo shirt over his jeans. "Ready?" he asked looking at her through the mirror.

  "As ready as I can be. I don’t have any clothes."

  "Yes… I guess Joanne might have something you could borrow, she is as tall and as thin as you are, although not as graced as you, when it comes to curves." He said with a smile. "We will go shopping and solve that problem. Wait here." He left the room and only a couple of minutes later, he returned with Joanne. The other woman was carrying a beach white dress.

  "Good morning, señorita. El señor Jordan told me about your problem, so I brought you this. I believe it will fit." With a kind smile, she handed her the dress.

  "Thank you, Joanne, it's very nice of you to lend me your dress." She said, feeling how her cheeks blushed, not wanting to start imagining what the woman might think of her.

  "It's a pleasure, señorita."

  "Please call me Ashley."

  The young woman smiled and left.

  "I guess asking for underwear would be too much…" she said, examining the lovely dress.

  "I'll buy you some later. You can be without it for a while."

  "Sure…"

  "Put it on, breakfast is already waiting for us, and I'm starving." He hurried her. "Ah, and here are your shoes. Garcia had the brilliant idea of grabbing them when you lost them yesterday."

  She took her shoes from his hands and put them on. "How kind of him." She said, oozing sarcasm.

  He let out a small laugh and guided her to the same terrace where they had eaten the day before. This time, with a clear head, Ashley was able to appreciate the beauty and elegance of the house. It was the typical beach house, but with very luxurious decorations. Marble floors, bamboo furniture, huge windows, with no shades to keep the luxurious gardens away, it was a fantastic place. She could even see a mirror pool near the wall that separated the house from the beach.

  "I'll take you to the mall. I'm sure you'll be able to find all you need there." He informed her while they enjoyed a delicious breakfast. "We'll buy several swimming suits and beach clothes. I'm planning on spending some time on a small private island."

  "Whatever you say, it's your money." She said, trying to sound casual, but deep inside she hated the idea of him buying clothes for her, it made her feel like his whore and she didn’t like the feeling, not even a little bit.

  He looked at her with a frown, not buying her act, but she avoided his look. "How long will we stay there?"

  "I have no idea… as long as we want."

  She sighed. "I would like to call my best friend and coworker, if you're alright with that. She must be worried."

  He threw her his phone. "Call her, but mind your words."

  She contained the childish desire of showing him her tongue, and dialed Mara's number.

  "Mara… It's me, Ashley."

  "Good god, Ashley, what's this story your mother told me of you being with Jordan Martinez? When did this happen?" her friend almost yelled at her.

  "Well… yesterday, when I was trying to escape Sergeant Hernandez, I bumped against Jordan. And one thing led to another and then I realized we were at his place." She resumed.

  "I know I told you to give the man a chance, but I never thought you would actually do it." Mara said, showing in every word her incredulity.

  "He swept
the floor from under my feet… damn Mara, you know him…" she said, trying not to say too much. She could see he was attentive to her talk.

  "Yes… but…"

  "I'm entitled to some fun, don’t you think?" she cut off her friend's answer.

  "I guess…"

  "Just be happy for me, Mara." She asked. Mara was a bit tougher to convince than her mother.

  "Alright, alright… just be careful, I don’t want to see you destroyed by a man."

  "You won't, I promise."

  "I stored all your things at the airport, in case you need them."

  "Thank you, Mara. I'll pick them up as soon as I can."

  "Take care and have fun."

  "I will, good bye." She ended the call and gave him the phone.

  "Are you done? We should be going." He asked.

  "I guess." She answered sighing.

  "You sound like someone about to face torture." He spurted.

  "Well, maybe that's how I feel."

  "I thought all women loved shopping." He replied, puzzled.

  "Probably, but I don’t. So please let's make this fast." She said, getting up.

  "Women are impossible to understand." He grunted, guiding her to the front door, where two cars waited for them.

  One was driven by Garcia and Wilson and the other one, a hummer SUV, by Jordan and herself. "Are they your bodyguards?" she couldn’t help asking.

  "Yes they are." He answered with a cold tone.

  "And do you real think you need them?" she asked. That fact had always pissed her. All political public figures had several bodyguards, while over 25,000 people were killed a year all around the country by the hands of delinquents.

  "Yes, I really need them. We all have a lot of enemies and I'm not making things easy for them by being careless with my life." He replied coldly.

  "I see…" well, he did have a point there.

  They arrived at the island's biggest mall and soon they were entering the best stores there. He helped her chose all her clothes. He was very clear with what he wanted so she just let him choose. The clothes were for his benefit, not hers.

  He bought everything… from underwear to heavy coats. Shoes, sandals, boots… he spent a small fortune and the more he bought the more her mood grew darker.

  By the end of the day, she was exhausted, and edgy.

  Chapter Eleven

  "Do you want to eat here, or would you rather go back home?" He asked her when he considered they were done shopping.

  "If I can choose, then please take me back to the house. I'm too tired." She said, rubbing her forehead, in a vain attempt to rub off her headache.

  He took a good look at her and decided to please her. "Very well, we can go home."

  "Thank you."

  "You don’t seem happy with all the things that I bought you." He said, when he took a seat behind the wheel of his SUV.

  "Do I have to? It's just clothing." She replied, closing her eyes and leaning her head on the back of the seat.

  "Most women would be deliriously happy with everything I bought you." He insisted.

  "Well, I'm afraid I'm not like most women. A quarter of what you bought was more than enough." She said in a scolding tone, looking ahead, waiting for him to start the car.

  "Are you for real? I thought a woman never had enough clothes or shoes." She crossed her arms over her chest and turned to look at him with a frown, her eyes saying it all. "Ok, ok, you're not like all women… I'm starting to discover that myself." He said raising his hands in sign of surrender. He started the car and soon they were on their way to the house.

  At that hour, streets were starting to look empty. The underworld had been installed on the island as well, and people were leaving for home early, fearing robberies and even being killed for a pair shoes or a cell phone. Things were becoming very difficult for most people.

  They arrived at the house and she walked in, leaving all the bags in the car. She had no intention of carrying them. Besides, she didn’t even know where she should take them.

  He entered behind her, leaving the bags to Garcia and Wilson.

  "Boss, where do you want all this?" Garcia asked, entering the house, carrying so many bags he could hardly see where he was going.

  Jordan looked at her for a second with a devious grin, before turning to answer his man. "Take it to my room, Garcia, please."

  So he wanted her in his room. She wasn’t sure if she was happy about that or not. That fact could mean too many things and she wasn’t in the mood to analyze it.

  "Yes, boss."

  Wilson entered carrying almost as many bags and followed Garcia. If looks could kill, Ashley was sure she would be dead. It was quite clear that Wilson had a problem with her. She sure as hell didn’t want to cross his path more than necessary.

  "Hungry?" he asked, turning to her again.

  "Yes, starving. But I would like to take a shower first, if that's ok with you." She said, feeling sticky and dusty.

  "Yes, a shower is a good idea. Let's go." He took her by her arm, and almost dragged her to his room, ignoring his men that were leaving the room in that moment.

  "I know my way to the bathroom." She protested.

  "I don’t doubt that. But with the drought we're facing, I thought we could shower together and save some water." He said, pushing her to the bathroom, with a naughty smile.

  She snorted. "Yes, I'm sure the drought is your biggest concern here."

  "Of course." He said, pulling her dress up, revealing the white teddy he had bought her as soon as they arrived at the mall.

  "Uhmm, I knew it would look amazing on you." He said, running a finger over the edge of her cleavage. "But right now, I would rather see your skin. Take it off." He ordered, his eyes becoming darker as lust took control.

  She unhooked the teddy between her legs as she slowly pulled it over her head, making her breasts bounce. His hands imprisoned her face and his lips claimed hers in a strong, powerful kiss, stealing the air from her lungs. When he finally released her mouth, his hands scrolled down her neck and her chest and cupped her breasts, while his lips went on exploring her face, drawing trails of hot kisses.

  He grabbed her nipples between his thumb and his index finger, pulling them a bit, making her moan.

  He muffled her moans with another kiss as his hands traveled south, to her hips, caressing them a couple of times before heading to her round ass, pulling her closer to him, making her feel his hard cock, struggling with his pants to come out of its imprisonment. "Take it out." He whispered in her ear.

  She took her hands to his jeans and slowly unbuttoned, one button at a time, her breath already uneven. When the last button came out of its hole, his cock almost made a hole in his underwear, trying to come out.

  She giggled and pushed his pants along with his underwear down his strong muscled legs, finally freeing his cock. He took her in his arms and sat her on the marble counter, making her open up for him.

  His hands went back to her breasts, cradling them as his lips captured her nipples, sucking, licking and pressing them.

  After a while, his hands went down, forcing her to spread her legs a bit more, making her raise her legs and rest her feet at the edge of the counter. He took his fingers to her aching pussy, lapping it a few times, before sliding them inside her slit, getting them coated with her juices.

  He took them out and showed them to her. "Someone is on fire." She blushed and to her surprise, he took his fingers to his mouth and licked them, tasting her and obviously relishing in it. "So delicious."

  She moaned, unable to hold it back. Seeing him licking her juices somehow made her melt down and feel extremely aroused.

  He put his finger back inside her, two at a time, burying them deep inside her, making her lean back a little.

  He flipped them and curved them to reach that special spot and started rubbing her, as his other hand kept working on her nipples, teasing them. She was gasping now, her body taken prisoner of shudders and spa
sms, as she got closer and closer to the edge.

  "Oh, please…" she moaned.

  "Do you want to come for me, nena?" he asked with a naughty smile, increasing his speed.

  She didn’t answer… she couldn’t. Her mind could only focus on the pleasure he was giving her, the incredible waves of bliss that blasted through her whole body.

  "Please…"

  He gave her one last rub, pressing her G-spot as well as her clit and that was it. She crumbled under the power of the huge orgasm that shook her.

  And before she could even take a deep breath, he pushed his hard cock deep inside her, using her own fluids to lube his way inside her, going deep with a single thrust.

  His hands grabbed her hips hard, pushing her closer to him, making him go even deeper inside her, before he started to push in and out of her, making her breasts bounce in time.

  Despite the orgasm she had just experienced, Ashley could feel her body ready for more. The tension building in her very core, the hard breathing, the thundering of her heart in her chest, all of it letting her know that once more he had taken her to the edge. From there to bliss was just a step and he simply threw her in.

  In no time, she could feel her pussy start to clamp down on his hard cock.

  He slowed down just a little, as if to let the sensations flow just a bit before spreading his feet apart, lowering his hips and changing the angle of his cock as he entered her. In order to rub the top inside of her pussy causing her shudders to return, this time wilder and harder than the others, since this time he followed her over, pushing his cock even deeper before pouring his cum inside her, grunting at each spurt.

  He rested his forehead on her chest, his labored breath a perfect match to hers, and they stayed like that for a few moments.

  He helped her down from the counter and guided her to the shower stall. They bathed practically in silence, exchanging soft caresses, and blissful moans.

  After combing her hair and leaving it loose on her back, she picked up a simple summer dress from one of the bags, along with another set of white underwear, and put on a pair of sandals.