Ace Of Spades_A Dark Erotic Romance

by Natalie Bennett

  “I think I sort of love you,” I mumbled, placing my hands on his face.

  “Sort of? Do you need to hear those three little words from me to speak the truth?”

  “Psh, I know you love me. What’s not to love?” I joked.

  “I do love you Elena, enough to make you my wife, my partner, and my queen.”

  My mouth dried and desire went right between my thighs. I wasn’t expecting him to so readily admit how much he cared about me. That was Mateo, though. He was either cold as ice or hot as fire, there was never any in-between.

  “Pull your bottom to the side,” he lowly demanded when I remained silent.

  His voice brooked no room for argument. My perverse curiosity had me doing as he said.

  “You are so damn beautiful,” he murmured, running his eyes from my face downward to where I’d exposed myself. In the water. “You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.” He reached out and gently touched my lips with his index finger.

  Without warning he spread my legs and disappeared below the water. His mouth covered my pussy and I found out just how long he could hold his breath.

  His tongue slipped inside me until his nose was pressing into my clit. I gripped the wall with one hand to stay afloat and his hair with the other.

  At any second one of his staff members or falcons could stroll right past and see him eating me like I was prime rib. It felt way too good for me to care. If they heard the sounds leaving my mouth it wouldn’t be hard to put two and two together.

  When he finally came for air water was rolling off every defined muscle he had and a bright dimpled smile was on his face.

  He moved to the side and pulled himself out of the pool, reaching down for me next.

  “You know I can walk?” I breathlessly asked, holding onto him.

  “I’m far from done with you.” He placed me on the wooden lounger and positioned my legs over his slick shoulders, placing his mouth back between my thighs. He blew a warm breath on my throbbing clit and then moved his tongue lower.

  I slightly jerked in surprise.

  The sensation was foreign but it wasn’t a bad one. His moan of appreciation had me doing the same.

  “Mateo,” I breathed. I felt like I was on fire. My body never had enough, it always wanted more.

  “Play with your pussy, anjo,” he commanded, spreading my cheeks apart so his tongue could delve deeper into my ass.

  Throwing my reservations completely out the window, I gripped his hair with one hand and moved the other to between my legs.

  If death by orgasm was possible I would surely find out. Using a fistful of his silky locks I shoved his face deeper into me so that his nose was on my slit while his tongue fucked my ass, and my fingers rolled my clit.

  I rocked against him, chasing a release. My thighs began to tremble, and my stomach tightened as my core exploded, sending heat flowing through my body.

  He tore away from me, rising up with his hard cock already in his hand. He watched me try and catch my breath with a calculating look on his face.

  Leaning down, he placed his mouth by my ear and began to whisper.

  When he was done I stared up at him utterly speechless, but impressed nontheless.

  “I’m going to fuck you now.” And with those words he slammed his mouth over mine and did just that.

  Chapter Sixteen

  I could hear the voices from below.

  Glancing at the clock, I saw it was an hour before Peyton and Melody were due to arrive.

  Smoothing down my black cocktail dress, I re-checked my reflection for the hundredth time and then went to investigate.

  Gerald, the cook, had the mouth watering aroma of fetuccini alfredo wafting through the air.

  I followed the sound of conversing to the mancave-ish room with the pool table. The last time I’d set foot in here I’d wound up with my face smashed into the velvet felt and Mateo’s dick inside me.

  I breifly pasued in the doorway and quickly surveyed the scene.

  Mateo stood on one side of the pool table with Elias and Sergio, two undeniably gorgeous men in suits stood on the other, and a skinny man in a way too large plaid shirt sat on a barstool. There was a single wooden crate and a kilo on the pool table between everyone.

  I normally would have retreated, but I had every right to be there now, so I made my way to Mateo. He stood up straight and pulled me to his side, wrapping an arm around my waist.

  “Gentleman, this is my beautiful fiancee,I’m sure you’ve heard about. Elena, these are the men who run that resort in the mountains I was telling you about.”

  I smiled and went along with what he was saying.

  Neither of the men offored up their names, but the one closest to me with dark blonde hair reached out to shake my hand, making tattoos peek out from beneath the sleeve of his jacket.

  “Nice to finally meet you,” he said, giving me a smile full of pearly whites.

  Mateo’s grip slightly tightened on my hip and I pressed myself further into him.

  The dark haired man beside the blonde shook his head and popped the lid off the wooden crate, revealing a compressed bundle of fuzzy green marijuana. “Perefect,” he said more to himself, shifting the buds through his fingers.

  “Clark,” the blonde called, waving over the man on the stool. He then removed a needle, lighter, and spoon from his suit. He dumped a little bit of coke onto the spoon, lighting the flame beneath it.

  I knew from Eva that the drug could be liquified, but I’d never seen someone actually do it. Once it was melted down he sucked the drug into the syringe.

  Clark walked over with his sleeve already rolled up and arm ready to go.

  “He’s testing the potency,” Mateo explained as Clark was injected with the needle.

  In less than sixty seconds his dark pupils dilated, and he sucked in a deep breath. “Woo, that’s good. Good stuff,” he nodded, teetering backward.

  “I’ll take four of these,” the blonde said with a satisfied grin.

  Not a second later, the doorbell rang.

  I pulled open the front door to greet my friends’, ushering them into the house.

  “Smells really good in here,” Melody groaned, taking a few deep breaths.

  “You look about ten times better than the last time we saw you,” Peyton enthused, pulling me in for a hug.

  Hearing the sound of footsteps, I stepped back and started leading them towards the dining room.

  Once there, we sat down and I filled them in all that had happened, sparing the gory details of what I’d done to my uncle.

  They hung onto my ever word, especially the part about my mother.

  “You know, mommy dearest being a completely psychotic bitch sucks, but it really does make a lot of sense,” Peyton said.

  “Once you put all the pieces together, and take into account what kind of a person she could be, it seems rather obvious. I just never thought…”

  “We don’t have to talk about it,” Melody said softly, reaching across the table to give my hand a squeeze.

  “So you and Mateo, you’re the real deal?” Peyton asked, switching to a lighter subject.

  “Everything between me and, Elena has always been nothing other than real,” a deep voice wrapped in honey interjected.

  Mateo strolled into the room with Sergio and Elias right behind him, taking his usual seat at the head of the table. He took my hand in his and held it tightly.

  Sergio sat on one side of Peyton and Elias sat across from Melody, giving her a flirty grin to which she blatantly ignored.

  As if he had a timer that told him when to bring out the food, Gerald appeared with a silver meal cart loaded with our dishes.

  He placed each one in front of someone and then left the room, leaving behind a bottle of wine.

  “Let’s eat,” Mateo said, draping napkin linen across his lap.

  “So, Melody, Peyton, do either of you have any plans this August? Travelling anywhere?” he asked as nonchalant as
ever.

  “I’ll be around,” Peyton replied.

  “I will too. Why do you ask?” Melody questioned with more than a little suspicion.

  I eyed him with same scrutiny.

  We all knew damn well that Mateo could care less about their summer itineraries.

  “Just curious, I thought maybe you two would like to help plan the wedding, full access to whatever you need. As long as you clear it with Elena, of course, this is her day after all.”

  I puckered my lips around the rim of my glass, holding back a scowl.

  “For real?” Melody asked with so much excitement I was transported back in time for a minute, to when she was the peppiest little cheerleader in our entire school.

  “Who else would do it? I’m the least design enthused person on the planet,” I smiled, going along with him for the time being.

  We would surely be discussing this later.

  Whatever his intentions were he kept them secret as the evening wore on.

  He’d basically won Melody over with wedding talk, and he finally reeled in Peyton by asking to see blueprints of some company he wanted to start up, something about a good investment.

  It was easier not to roll my eyes because these were my two best friends. Correction: they were my only friends.

  But it still took effort.

  Elias and Sergio kept casting me amused smirks, knowing just how well Mateo was buttering them up.

  I was on my third glass of wine when he finally got around to the point.

  “We need to find Elena’s mother and I thought you two would like to assist.”

  “What?” I asked, only it came out muffled and choked due to me having half a mouthful of red wine.

  “Whatever you need we’re in,” Peyton answered him, shooting me a quick glare.

  “Excellent. Her boy toy will be at club Em Dívida tomorrow night and I would love for us to finally meet face to face.”

  “What do we need to do?” Melody asked with a bit too much excitement in her voice.

  “Nothing, you do nothing. They do nothing,” I directed at Mateo.

  “I was going to bring you in with us. As soon as he sees your names on the guest list he’s going to call Rihannon. One of you will innocently approach him, or lead him astray and then I can handle the rest us.”

  “That sounds simple enough,” Peyton mused.

  “It sounds vague as fuck, dangerous, and suicidal. Why wouldn’t you just use me? Why would this guy go for one of them?”

  “That’s too risky and it would never work; your mother isn’t stupid, she knows we wouldn’t allow anything to happen to you,” Sergio answered.

  “Your mother wants to hurt you in any way she can. Those men she sent to take out Raine only came back to get you next. You’d have been lucky to receive the same death sentence the little redhead got in place of what Rihannon would do to you,” Elias added.

  I briefly wondered how he even knew about that, but it didn’t take a rocket scientist to know Mateo had shared this with him.

  I looked to ceiling as if it could offer me some guidance. I understood my friends’ overwhelming desire to constantly help, but I really didn’t want them having anything to do with my crazy bitch of a mother.

  They continued to talk, hashing out details and different scenarios.

  By time they were done I was ready to light Mateo on fire.

  We finished our meal and then he excused himself, kissing my cheek on his way out of the room.

  “El–––,” Peyton began.

  “No, I don’t care what you have to say. Why would you agree to this? We don’t know how big this club is or how many people will be there.”

  “Because just like you can make choices for yourself, so can we. How many times are we going to go back and forth with the same outcome?” Melody asked, draining the rest of her glass with a shake of her head.

  “Do you two not understand you could die? Are we already forgetting what she did to…what happened with...?” I stopped and took a deep breath. Clearly I’d had too much to drink.

  “We know all the risks, El. Are you forgetting we grew up in Vice City? You were sent away. This is all we know.

  “Why do you think it’s so easy for us to accept that our best friend is forever tying herself to a notorious kingpin, kills people, and will know all the ins and outs of dealing coke by this time next year?”

  “I’m sorry, you’re right. You two have been there for me through everything. I can respect your decision, if I don’t like it,” I resigned.

  They looked shocked I’d given in so easily for a full minute, quickly trying to play it off.

  I didn’t want them to go, but I didn’t have a choice. I couldn’t physically barricade them in a room, or demand they not do something. We were all adults now.

  I just hoped there decision didn’t get them killed.

  Chapter Seventeen

  I was climbing into bed when Mateo finally returned from wherever he’d gone.

  He undressed, down to a pair of black briefs, and then came to sit on beside me, resting a hand on the comforter right above my knee.

  “I know you’re upset–––.”

  “Understatement of the year, Mateo,” I snapped, but the anger from earlier wasn’t behind it. Honestly, I was too tired to argue with him and it would change nothing.

  “How could you drag them into this?” I mumbled, rolling onto my side to get more comfortable.

  “Because your mother will be coming for them and this way I can try and beat her to the kill…so to speak.”

  I sat up so fast I almost fell from the bed. “Why didn’t you warn them then? Mateo, I swear I don’t understand you sometimes. Why wouldn’t you use me? I’d have sent them some place safe. They could die!”

  “Elena. I don’t give a shit about the lives I take or help destroy; I only care about your life, our life and future together. Nothing will ever matter to me more than that.”

  Blinking the wetness from my lashes, I flipped onto my back and stared up at the ceiling.

  “I care Mateo. I can’t lose anyone else. I haven’t even dealt with Eva…or my father.” Letting out a noisy stream of air, I ran a hand across my brow.

  “This whole clusterfuck that my life is, I can push it all down, ignore it, tell myself I’m not going to mourn them or let it affect me, but none of that makes it stop hurting.”

  “I’m not going to let anything happen to your friends. I know they’re important to you.”

  I didn’t verbally respond. There were a million and one things circling around inside my head. I felt his eyes boring into me, and for once I couldn’t bring myself to give a shit about how this made me look right then.

  I’d been strong, I’d held myself together when I didn’t want to because life went on, it didn’t stop for anyone and it wasn’t going to get any easier. At the same time, though. Why did it have to be so goddamn hard?

  “Elena,” he huffed, standing up.

  I thought he was leaving, bolting from the emotional mess in his bed, but Mateo wasn’t like that. He never ran from anything.

  He cut the lights off and then came back to me. Climbing in on his side, he covered us up and rolled me into his arms.

  It was the equivalent of someone asking if you were okay when you already had tears streaming down your face. That stupid question always made things worse.

  “She’s my mom and even for all her faults I loved her. So why didn’t she want me?” I sniffled.

  “I’m not good at things like this, amada,” he began, holding me a little tighter. “Some people should never be parents. The love she had for you wasn’t real, and I know that hurts, but at least you know the truth. She doesn’t want you? That’s her loss. Look at how many people that do.

  “You haven’t even met my full family yet, they’re going to adore you, and we’ll never abandon you. I’ll never abandon you. This is almost over, and when it’s finally done, you can fold. I’ll pick you back up.
”

  I hoped he meant that, because I intended to make good on his word.

  Em Dívida was not what I had in mind for a club.

  It didn’t look like a club at all, actually. The lavish building was at least four stories high with an air of regality all of its own.

  I hung off Mateo’s arm and allowed him to lead me through a private entrance of large coal black tinted doors. We then entered into a hall only lit by tiny lights in the walls crown molding.

  At the top of a staircase my red bottoms came to an abrupt halt. Nothing but dark empty space could be seen from where we stood.

  “What’s down there?” I asked with not a little bit of suspicion.

  “Elena you couldn’t be safer than you are with me.” He successfully dodged my question and propelled me forward in spite of my protests.

  The further we descended the tighter my grip grew on his forearm. He snickered at my obvious discomfort.

  At the bottom of the staircase I heard the sound of voices. They continued to grow louder as we approached a single red door where a man that looked like he benched Hummers as a hobby stood guard.

  “Mr. Remmington,” he greeted respectfully, pushing open the door.

  I squinted at the sudden burst of bright light as we stepped into a room bustling with activity. Men in crisp tuxedos and women dressed in the finest floor length dresses stood around talking amongst each other.

  There were only about fifty to sixty people present but that was still a lot––especially for someone like me who was severely out of touch with all of this social stuff.

  As we made our way around the room the crowd parted like the red sea and heads turned to follow our every move. Peyton and Melody were already here somewhere, but I couldn’t spot them yet.

  I felt significantly better knowing Elias and Sergio were also here watching over them.

  Mateo kept me glued to his side until we reached a long table in the front of the room. He pulled a chair out and urged me to sit.

  Wordlessly doing as he wanted I sat trying to ignore the blatant stares I was getting and took a good look around, seeing the room as a whole was set up so that it formed a circle.