by Madison Faye
“But?” he grumbles.
I shrug. “But I don’t know what I’m doing with my life, and I need to figure that out.”
“Catalina, you’ll want for nothing in life. Literally. There’s money for you to live whatever life you want.”
“I know, I know, papa. And I love you for it, but I need to make something of my own. Like you did.”
He nods slowly, his eyes searching mine. “Catalina, I know I said I never wanted you in this business, because you’re too good. But, if you want it, I will teach you. I’ll groom you to take control and run it as your own. You’d be good at it, too.”
I smile and take my dad’s hand.
“Thank you. But,” I shake my head. “I don’t think it’s for me. I don’t think it’s what I want.”
He nods. “Mi hija, I never wanted you to feel like a prisoner here.”
“I don’t.”
He arches a brow, and I smile and look away.
“Okay, sometimes, maybe a little.”
“So, that’s changing,” he growls. “Catalina, I don’t…” he shakes his head. “I just want to keep you safe, and have you want for nothing.”
“Dad, wanting something and having to work for it is a good thing. It’s what you did.”
He smiles wryly. “The apple does not fall far, does it?”
“Apparently not.”
“So, you want to build something, and work for something, but not my business.”
I shake my head.
“That’s probably a good thing.”
I grin. “Wouldn’t want me as a competitor, huh?”
He laughs deeply. “God no, you’d ruin me, my brilliant daughter.”
“So, are these words, or do I actually get to leave here if I want to.”
He frowns. “Mi hija, you’re not a prisoner. And it was never my intention to make you feel that way.”
“Would you be okay with me moving back to the US?”
He scowls. “To New York?”
“Maybe, but, probably not. I don’t love city life. Maybe somewhere in the country.”
“And do what?”
“I’m not sure yet, but maybe if I was there, it would help me get there in my own head.”
He nods slowly. “With your bodyguards, of course.”
“No, papa.”
“Si, Catalina,” he growls. “The reality is, I have many enemies, and there is a target on your back.”
I shiver, and he frowns before he comes over to hug me.
“I want you safe, even if it does mean letting you go figure things out.”
“How about one bodyguard then?”
“Three.”
“One.”
He chuckles. “I say two, you’ll say one again, won’t you.”
I nod, and he grins and hugs me tighter. “You are my daughter, no question there. Fine. This week, we’ll talk about it, and see where you might want to go, and what you might want to do. And I promise, you’ll have my support.”
I hug him fiercely. “Thank you, papa.”
He sighs. “Of course, sweetheart.” He pulls back and smiles at me. “Are you coming tonight?”
I frown. “A fight?”
“Si, a big one, too.”
My frown deepens. “With Hush?”
He nods. “He’s the star, after all.”
“And a prisoner.”
My dad’s face darkens. “Yes, he is.”
“If he paid back what he stole, would it settle the debt?”
The words fall out of my mouth before I can stop them, and I pale. My father’s jaw clenches, and his dark eyes flick over my face.
“How do you know about that,” he growls darkly.
I shrug, thinking quickly. “Oh, some of your men were talking about it when I walked past them a little while ago.”
He looks at me carefully.
“Hush is complicated. He stole from me—from us, Catalina. But it’s not about the money, it’s about sending a message.”
“You don’t think the message has been received?”
“I’m sure it has,” he growls. “But now, he’s too big of a spectacle in that ring.”
Anger flashes over my face. “So, now you’re keeping him just because? That’s not sending a message, anymore. Or, it is, but it’s a different kind of message.”
He frowns, but slowly, his lips curl into a thoughtful smile as he looks away.
“And you are certainly your mother’s daughter, too,” he says softly.
He turns back and puts and arm around my shoulder, hugging me as I sink into him.
“Can we talk about it later?”
I nod.
“We will talk about it, Catalina. I’m listening, really. I know I haven’t always, but I’m going to now. To whatever you want to talk about.”
“Including Hush’s captivity?”
He growls, but he nods. “Si, even that.”
I smile. “Thank you, papa.”
“So I’ll see you tonight?”
I nod. “Yes.”
“Gracias, mi hija. Oh…” he frowns and turns to his desk and grabs something off of it. “Your aunt left this for you.”
His face turns red and he scowls as he passes the paperback book to me, and I look down and stifle the giggle as I realize it’s one of Elena’s trashy romances—this one with a muscled, shirtless Fabio on the cover in the process of tearing the heroine’s wedding dress off of her in the middle of the desert and titled Savaged By The Desert Beast.
My face burns hot.
“You actually read these?”
I giggle. “What? They’re fun!”
My dad makes a face. “They’re trash, Catalina.”
“Well,” I smile, straightening primly. “Trash can be fun.”
He rolls his eyes, smiling as he plucks the book from my fingers. It’s in English, and he opens it to somewhere in the middle and clears his throat before starting to read.
“Reginald looked at Catherine with lust in his eyes—like he was spotting a meal he would soon devour. He crossed the room to her, heedless of her pleas to be gentle as he took hold of her bodice. With a strong yank of his muscled, masculine arms—muscles that Catherine could not help but see and quiver over—the exiled Count tore her clothes from her bosom, leaving her bare. Her high, ripe bosom heaved, the dusky pink of her—”
My father goes bright red and snaps the book shut. I cringe, but I’m also laughing my head off as he quickly pushes it back into my hands, his face looking sour.
“Dios mío,” he growls, his face paling. “I should not have read that.”
I laugh. “You can borrow it and finish it if you want, papa.”
He makes a gagging face, and I laugh.
“I’ll stick to fights and tequila,” he growls, shaking his head as if to rid himself of the thought of me or Elena reading what he just did.
“I’ll see you tonight, mi hija,” he says quietly as he walks me to the door. “And Catalina?”
I turn.
“Thank you,” he says gently.
“For?”
“For bearing with me.”
“I love you, papa,” I say gently, squeezing his hand.
“Te amor, mi hija. See you tonight.”
Chapter Thirteen
Hush
It’s an easy climb. But hell, it could be the Grand fucking Canyon, and I’d still scale it to get to her. I swing onto the balcony and stay to the shadows as I glance through the glass doors, and I smile.
She’s alone.
The door is closed, and she’s on her bed with a book, in just a pair of panties and a t-shirt. And I’m hard in seconds. I grip the knob to the Spanish-style arched glass balcony doors, and I swing them open and stride through. She gasps, half bolting from the bed before she realizes it’s me, and she grins.
God, she’s beautiful.
Her smile spreads widely, and her eyes twinkle with heat.
“Hi,” she breathes, standing.
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bsp; She doesn’t blush this time at being in her panties and a thin t-shirt—so thin I can see her breasts through it and her rosy nipples standing hard. I glance down at the book in her hands, and she suddenly does blush. I chuckle at the cover and the title—Savaged by the Desert Beast, with a picture of a shirtless, man with a long blond mane of silky hair and smooth pecs tearing the blouse off of some chick wearing a crown.
“Looking for tips?”
She rolls her eyes. “My aunt… it’s my aunts.”
“Just reading it for the articles, huh?”
She giggles and throws it aside as she walks towards me.
“Anything good in there?” I tease.
“I want the real thing,” she murmurs as she steps right into me. I growl and scoop her into my arms, and I crush my mouth to hers.
“I’ve missed you,” she whispers.
“I’ve missed you, too,” I groan.
“You’re out of that cage again!”
I frown. “Yeah.”
She sees the worry on my face, and her brow darkens. “Wait, what’s going on?”
“I’m not going back, Catalina.”
She bites her lip, her eyes searching mine. “You’re—you’re leaving, aren’t you?”
I nod.
“Oh.”
She starts to pull away, but I grip her tightly. I reach up with a hand and cup her chin, tilting her face up to mine.
“I’m leaving, angel,” I purr. “And you’re coming with me.”
Her smiles spread across her face before she quells it and looks away.
“I—I can’t just leave.”
“Yes, you can,” I growl. “Trust me, when you’ve been in a cage for two years, you get to realize that when it’s time, you really can just leave.”
She chews on her bottom lip, a spark kindling in her eyes as she looks up at me.
“Where would we go?”
I shake my head. “I don’t know. Catalina, I…” I frown. “I want you with me. I want my life with you. But the things you have here, the life you’ve known…”
“They’re just things,” she whispers, gripping my hands in hers.
“But they’re things I’m not sure I could ever give you,” I growl. “I can’t give you a palace in the desert.”
“It’s a fortress, and I don’t want it,” she mutters back.
“I can’t give you spending accounts and fancy clothes.”
“Then I’ll wear nothing,” she breathes.
I grin. “You might want to think about this.”
“I don’t have to,” she says without hesitation. And suddenly, she’s wrapping her arms around my neck, standing on her tiptoes, and pulling my lips down to hers. She kisses me hard, and I growl as I scoop her into me, feeling her soft, curvy, gorgeous body melt against me.
My pulse thunders, and my cock thickens.
I want her.
I’ve wanted her since the second I laid eyes on her, and she knows it.
“Here,” she breathes. “Tonight, now,” she says with a gasp.
“Catalina—”
“I want you, Hush,” she whispers. “James, I—please…”
She looks up into my eyes, all the fire and lust and power in the world roaring in those big blue eyes as they burn into mine.
“Take me.”
Fucking nothing could hold me back from her now.
We crash together in an explosion of passion, our lips crushing into each other’s as our hands rip at clothes. I growl into her mouth, pushing her back onto the bed as she moans in excitement. The flimsy t-shirt is yanked off and tossed aside, and I growl as I push her legs wide apart and settle between them.
Catalina whimpers as my huge hands skim up her smooth thighs, and when my fingers tease over her panties, she moans. I grunt at the little wet spot on her lacy pink panties, and as I stroke the edges of them just to the side of her mound, the spot grows.
I groan, leaning into her and slipping a finger beneath them. She gasps as my knuckle drags over her slippery-soft petal lips, and I slowly pull those panties to the side, letting me see her. Fuck, does she have a pretty pussy—a goddamned perfect, tight, pink little flower, ready for me to make mine.
To devour, to tease, to make come. To fuck.
I lean in, and when my tongue drags over her lips, Catalina cries out in pleasure. She throws an arm over her mouth, muffling her moans as I plunge my tongue deep into her. My mouth covers her entirely, my tongue dancing up her slit to swirl around her clit. My big hands push her legs wide apart and back, opening her up entirely for my hungry mouth as I devour her.
Her soft moans of pleasure tumble through my ears, her hands gripping my hair as I growl into her. I start to fuck her with my tongue, pushing in and out as my thumb rolls her clit. I tease down to her ass, half ripping her panties off as I yank them aside to run my tongue around her little rosebud. Catalina squeals in pleasure, her hips bucking off the bed and pressing against my mouth as she goes to pieces under me.
My cock is so fuckin’ hard it hurts, and with a grunt, I reach down and undo my jeans. I pull my throbbing dick free and wrap a hand around it, stroking myself as I lick her little pussy. I swirl it around her tongue, the taste of her little cunt making my balls ache and my cock swells hard as fucking steel.
“Oh God, Hush! Hush! That… oh fuck!”
Her hips thrust up, and suddenly, I can feel her slick pussy flooding my tongue with her honey. I groan, drinking down every drop and teasing her clit right through her climax as she twists beneath me. Her muscles strain, and her hands slide into my hair to grip me hard as she comes again and again against my mouth.
With a growl, I pull away and yank her soaked panties down her legs before I slide up between her thighs. She moans, yanking me down to her lips and kissing me hungrily and eagerly. Her soft little tongue dances over my lips, tasting herself on them, which only makes me even harder as I groan and sink against her. She gasps as she feels my fat cock press hotly against her little pussy, and slowly, I start to rock against her.
“I want you,” she gaps. “Right now. I want you to take me, and I want to take it all.”
I groan, kissing her deeply as I take ahold of my thick cock.
“Catalina—”
“I’m sure,” she hisses. “So don’t even try to convince me I’m not.”
Fire sparks in her eyes, and mine, and I lower my lips to brush hers.
“Wouldn’t dream of it, angel,” I purr before my lips sear to hers.
Her arms fling around my neck, and her legs curl around my hips. I stroke my cock, groaning into her as I move my hips so that I can run the head over her lips. Catalina gasps, whimpering into my kiss as I stroke my swollen crown through her slippery, velvety lips. I rub my head over her clit, making her squeal into my mouth before I gently ease it back down and against her opening.
No going back now.
I glance down between us and groan at the sight of my enormous dick pressed up against her impossibly tight little cunt. Her pink lips are spread around my swollen crown, and we’re both glistening from her leaking arousal. My cock pulses, spurting precum from my tip to coat her pussy and drip down my shaft. Slowly, I push, and my head begins to slip inside.
Oh shit.
I look up into Catalina’s eyes, and I watch almost transfixed as her eyes roll back in pure bliss. There’s no pain, no worry, no anxiousness. I push my hips, driving my big dick into her little cunt, and she gasps sharply. I stop, but she shakes her head.
“Keep… don’t stop,” she gasps.
I don’t. I go slow, but I just keep pushing in, letting her little pussy stretch around me and get used to my size. I sink into her, pushing inch after inch into that smooth, pink eager little cunt. She winces once, but when I stop, she grabs my face and kisses me hard while her legs tighten, pulling me further into her.
Inch after inch, I look down to watch almost the entirety of my huge dick slide into her hungry little pussy, until there’s maybe an inch
and a half not inside.
“More,” she gasps, panting, her eyes wide and her face red.
“Angel,” I growl.
“Fill me up,” she moans. “Please!”
I growl, my lips bruise to hers, and with a thrust of my hips, I give her the rest. She squeals into me, her whole body tightening and clenching as she bucks against me. I swear, and I start to pull back to slide out of her, but she keeps me pinned like that, kissing me. And suddenly, it hits me that she’s not hurt, she’s fucking coming.
“Come for me, baby girl,” I growl into her lips. She chokes out a moan, like she’s been trying to hide it from me that she’s come from just me sliding into her. She gasps in pleasure, arching against me, and I hiss in pleasure as her tight little pussy ripples up and down my length.
Slowly, panting, she pulls back, her face pink as her blue eyes dart over mine.
“That…” she blushes. “I think I…”
I laugh. “You think?”
She giggles and leans up to kiss me softly.
“How about now, you just fuck me,” she purrs.
I groan, the blood roaring through my veins, and I swear my cock gets a little bigger when she says it.
“As you wish,” I growl.
I slide out, her moans floating through my ears until just my swollen head is inside, with her pink lips stretched obscenely around me. My eyes lock with hers, and when she bites her lip like that, I cave. With a growl and thrust of my hips, I sink my big cock right back inside of her, all the way to the hilt.
“Oh God!” she moans. I growl, grinding deep into her before I slide out again. She moans, her hands sliding to my chest and her nails raking down my skin as I start to drive into her again.
My arms wrap around her, engulfing her in me as my hips roll and my aching cock begins to piston in and out of her. Her soft, silky moans drive me fucking wild, and I growl like a fucking beast as I start to move faster. I drive into her, feeling her soft velvety lips clinging to me with every thrust. Her molten hot pussy clenches tight around me, caressing every inch of me as I choke in pleasure.
Muscles clench, bodies grinding together, and her lips crush to mine as we rock together. My thick cock plunges in and out of her, my precum and her arousal leaking all over both of us as we move faster, and harder. My mind goes blank, and a red desire sinks over me until I’m snarling, like an animal. It’s like a beast takes over within me, and with a grunt, I start to fuck her.
