Captive Thirst: Mafia Romance (Rough Redemption Book 4) Page 8

  I pulled the heavy door open and nearly ran into the backside of a huge man I didn’t recognize. An icicle of dread traced its way up my spine. “Excuse me, sir.”

  The man turned and his face was so friendly, all my fear immediately vanished. It wasn’t that he was forcing a smile or trying to convince me to trust him; his spirit emanated no tension, no malice.

  “Hello, Miss. I’m Lorenzo, Carlos’s cousin.” He held out a baseball glove sized hand and I shook it.

  “Jeez. How many cousins does he have?”

  “Too many to count.” He chuckled and looked down at his huge laced oxford shoes and it almost looked like his cheeks were turning pink. “Anyway, Carlos says you have to stay here.”

  “What do you mean, have to?” The air was suddenly hotter, and I wished he’d get out of the way.

  “I’m back, Lorenzo.” Carlos appeared behind his cousin, and to my amazement, he held a pair of black leather riding boots, a helmet, jodhpurs and a shirt under his arm.

  “Where’d you get those?” I laughed out loud.

  “Feed and supply shop in town.”

  “Think they’ll fit?”

  “Only one way to find out,” he said, gently shoving me back into our room. “Thanks, primo. I owe you one.” He said, patting the giant on the back and closed the door behind us.

  Prancer missed me I could tell. He nudged my belly with his nose, begging forehead scratches. I ran my finger over the soft hair covering the top of his ear.

  “You ready to run, boy?”

  I spent the next couple of hours in my happy place, putting Prancer through his paces, and I definitely smelled like horse sweat.

  When my boy was cooled down, groomed and put away, Carlos came up behind me at the stall door where I stood saying a lingering goodbye.

  His erection was at full mast against my back again and his voice tickled my ear when he leaned down to ask, “Whatever made a Serrano princess think she’d be safe racing a Drago’s horse? If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you used it as an excuse to get close to me.”

  “Close to you?” I said. “You’re overbearing and pushy. Why would I want to hang around someone like that?”

  “Because, my little señorita, I think you’ve got a serious case of blue bean, and you’re dying to have me taste your sweet clit. Trust me, I’m just the man for the job.”

  18

  Gabriela

  The words that came out of his mouth were presumptuous, boorish and shocking. So I’m not certain why my “bean” as he called it, began to throb its own bass beat as soon as they left his mouth. He led me to his office which had a viewing window that looked down on an indoor arena, and an elegant dressage rider going through her training sequence atop a roan colored mare.

  “What are we doing here?” I asked.

  “You’re my jockey. I own you.” said Carlos.

  “Don’t be an idiot. That’s not how it works, we’re on the same team. The winning team.” I reminded him, turning to see him lock the office door behind us, return to where I stood, and slide to the ground so he sat on the floor so that he sat cross-legged between where I stood and the viewing window.

  “What are you doing?” I asked.

  “What does it look like I’m doing?” He unsnapped my jodhpurs, unzipped them and pulled them down to my knees. “You have way too many clothes on.”

  He grabbed a chair and drug it over for me to sit on, removed my boots one at a time, and then stood me in front of the window again, wearing only my shirt and underwear which were now hidden just below the window ledge.

  A sudden flash of us the last time we were in this office passed through my mind. His mouth on my breast, his tongue peeking out from his lips now and again while he laved my nipple with it.

  From down below, so close I could feel his breath on my thighs, he said, “Now. Take those panties off and let me watch.”

  “But Carlos, the arena. What if someone sees?” I was eager for him to explore me, but this was naughtier than anything I’d ever done. Only my torso was visible, but I’d have to remain expressionless, or otherwise be found out.

  “Do what I said, or I’ll rip them off myself.” His hand reached for the apex of my thighs and he slipped his hand between my legs, undoubtedly feeling the puddle that was pooling there.

  Powerless to resist him when he ordered me around this way, I slipped my thumbs inside the elastic band at my waist, and used them to drag them all the way to the ground, turning sideways to avoid scraping my nose down Drago’s front.

  He sucked air, sounding as if he were in pain when I stepped out of slip of red satin, and rose to place my hands on the edge of the window trim again.

  Awaiting his orders.

  The horses hooves began tracing figure eights over the smooth arena soil below, and with the giant gangster seated on the floor in front of me, I set my jaw and pushed my shoulders back, my thigh muscles tightened in preparation. I’d be damned if I’d let him, or the rider below, see how he made my pulse quicken.

  “You’re excited. I can smell you from here.” From either side, Carlos’s fingers cupped the puffy edges of my labia. They were hot and throbbing in a way that was impossible to ignore. It was the sight of the Goliath man before me, on his knees, felled by the sight of me naked.

  And wanting to lick me in this more than unconventional setting.

  He leaned forward and took the first pass at my exposed clit with his tongue. Pleasure shot through me, from my head to my toes, and my legs buckled beneath my weight.

  My flavor seemed to excite him. From his first suck at me with his lips, he started licking me as if I were an ice cream cone melting in the sun, desperate to catch all my drops before they ran down my legs.

  I grabbed his hair in my hand, and he leaned further into me, grasping my ass with his feverish hands, so that there was no escaping his voracious, insatiable mouth while it licked urgent, thrusting circles around my clit.

  His words sounded almost as if he was in pain, “I need to be inside here. I’m going to explode if I can’t take your pussy soon.”

  He slid his fingers inside me and locked his mouth on my clit and I saw stars.

  “Haven’t you ever heard of pulling out?” I asked him, begging. “All the Catholics are doing it these days.” But I didn’t want him to pull out; I wanted him to empty his balls deep inside of me. “Oh God.” Tortured moans squeezed past my lips as he pulled my clit into his mouth and continued to stroke me inside. His huge fingers turned me on and I held on to the window frame in front of me with a death grip.

  Carlos took my clit between his teeth, pressing firmly, and pumped his fingers inside me the same way I imagined his cock would thrust at me, forcefully, unforgivingly, chasing what he was after.

  Carlos chased my orgasm.

  “You’re mine.” He growled. “The first time I’m going to fuck you will be fast. It’ll be rough, and I’ll buck up against this sweet cunt until you’re spilling your slick on the floor.”

  His words made me suck in my breath and hold it, and he started using his nose like the pad of his thumb, back and forth, against the now rigid swell of my clit, “Oh. Carlos. That feels amazing.” For such a tough guy, he had amazing finesse with those fingers and mouth of his and his strokes were sending me into shivers of ecstasy. I bit my lip and thrust my chest out, vowing not to make noise.

  But his words made me gasp when I wanted to moan out loud, “This cock is going to drill you like a jackhammer. My balls have been on fire since the day your smell gave you away, and there’s only one way to make them better.” He dragged his left hand to the insistent bulge between his legs, gripping it.

  “I need some of you cock ASAP.” I bit back a whimper when the effect of my words backfired and he pummeled me harder with his hand. “Oh!” Carlos slid yet another finger into my pussy, and I could feel myself clench around him.

  Frantic. I reached out and grabbed the pull to the blinds to hide myself from the rider below.
There was no way I could control my expression when Carlos was exploring me with his tongue and talking dirty to me like this.

  “There is no comparison to your pussy, gorgeous. It’s angel pussy, so slick and wet for me all the time. So drippy.” He made hungry sounds in the back of his throat.

  I arched into him as he devoured me with his fiery mouth.

  He surprised me with a strong swat to my naked ass, and it drove my hips forward onto his fingers. “I’m going to train this sweet Serrano pussy to take my big cock. It won’t be easy.”

  Having his swatting palm punish me, while the other one pleasured me, made me gush all over his fingers. Powerful sensations built and throbbed below my waist so hard that I had to slap my hands on top of the wooden windowsill just to keep myself from sliding into the ground in a messy, satisfied pile.

  Carlos stifled a hungry groan, “Fuck baby. Your pussy milked my fingers so hard.”

  It gave me an idea.

  I wasn’t so weak I couldn’t walk across the room to fetch a pillow from the couch where Carlos and I made out less than a week ago.

  I told him, “Why don’t you take your place at the window and rail my mouth while I’m backed up against the wall?”

  His words were hoarse, “Gabriela, you’re going to be the death of me. You like me forcing you, don’t you?”

  I nodded and said, “Tell me what to do.” While sliding my hands up against his thighs from where I knelt between him and the wall.

  When his hand spanned the back of my head and shoved my face towards his zipper, I gave into him with total surrender, and got even warmer between my legs, like a mare in heat. “Take me out, baby. I own you and it’s your job to service me.”

  I moaned around him, his commands licked at the throbbing place between my legs as effectively as his tongue, “That’s right, gorgeous. Drain me with that mouth of yours to make sure I don’t blow my load right away when I fuck your pussy.”

  His fingers tangled in my hair and used them like reins, forcing my head up and down on his shaft, controlling me.

  “You’re good with animals, well you’re going to be in charge of milking me every day. Train my dick just like you train that horse of mine. Show me how much you love me.” My eyes popped open, looking up at him.

  Love?

  “You heard me right, love me by drinking me all down.” His words spilled jaggedly from his lips and his balls tightened up against his body. He grunted through his teeth as he spoke and in my mouth, his penis swelled thicker and harder so I knew he was close while I licked and sucked at his length. He jerked forward, thrusting his erection further down my throat, and let out a rough groan, “And it’s my job to keep that pussy happy when I eat her out.”

  He took my hair up in both his hands, pulling it roughly back so that my head was trapped between the wall and his bulging cock, which twitched more forcefully in my mouth. It was a good thing that his hair pulling, face stuffing, and dirty talk turned me on. There was nowhere I could go to escape the ridged, mushroom head that now slammed down my throat, pinning me in place between he and the wood paneling I rested my back against.

  “Remember what I said. Milk me. Touch my balls and let me feel you swallow around my dick. Your throat is squeezing me like your sweet little cunt will some day.”

  I loved his praise. If I were a cat, I’d be wrapping myself around his legs.

  El Jefe would kill me dead if he knew I was doing a Drago.

  My tongue stroked the sensitive underside, his hands gripping my hair even tighter, and I flicked and licked his tip, which had the desired effect.

  He let out a hoarse cry.

  “You know what to do, Gabriela. Relax your throat and take all of me, don’t miss a single drop. Be my sweet little milk maid.”

  Come on Gabriela, you can do it.

  In my mind, I wanted to swallow his come. Longed for it like I did his cock.

  But that was erotic fantasy.

  My imagination never prepared me for the onslaught of his cum which gushed into my mouth like a flash flood. I swallowed as much as I could, but soon began to choke when it splashed into the back of my throat, and had to spit it out, catching the majority of it in my palms because there was just so much of it.

  Carlos’s hips continued to buck, pumping his seed all over my tongue and cheeks and out the corners of my lips.

  “Fuck. Your mouth is heaven.” He stroked my hair, gently this time. “You’re such a good girl trying to swallow it all. Rub the rest on your tits, and then clean Daddy up.”

  I pulled back and looked up at him, “Daddy?”

  “That’s right. You’re daddy’s good girl. It’s what that body of yours, that mouth, is made for.” He said, and it was as if the thing I had been longing for all my life landed on my lap.

  Affection.

  Praise.

  Adoration.

  These things just weren’t a part of the Serrano existence, and I found that more than anything, I needed extra amounts of this Drago doting on me.

  My nipples pebbled beneath the cool of his evaporating cum, and even that felt like devotion.

  I loved the taste of him as I cleaned him with my tongue.

  “I can’t believe we did that here.” I said.

  “Get used to it.” He took his index finger and traced the crease between my legs. “That there is angel pussy, sent from heaven. No way I can resist it. Daughter of the enemy or not.”

  I pulled my clothes on quickly, still feeling naked around him when fully dressed. As if people would know just from looking at me the depraved longings and desire that swirled through my blood.

  “We’re going to swing by the clinic. You’re having an exam so we can get you on the pill.” He informed me.

  The thing of it is, I’d landed the ultimate prize.

  A strong man, who listened. Who understood what I wanted.

  A wild man, to tame me. To bring me to heel and to control me.

  Under Drago’s dominance, for the first time in my entire life, I felt free.

  19

  Gabriela

  I mean, I liked to go fast, but Carlos was on a tear. “Jeez, slow down, Tex. I actually heard burnt rubber on that turn.”

  “You recognize that car back there?” He murmured, his stare locked on the rearview mirror, a grim expression on his face.

  I turned to look and exclaimed, “Shit. That’s my dad! Do you think he saw me?”

  “I think he’s been following us since we left the drug store. And he’s not alone.”

  Our last stop before heading back to the Diamante was to pick up my prescription for birth control. Carlos growled when the doctor told us that they would take seven days to work.

  Seven more days without him inside me.

  I didn’t know how I’d last. But with my dad following us, I’d be lucky to see the light of day ever again let alone be allowed to continue my period of Shangri La with Carlos.

  I knew it had been too good to be true, but that didn’t stop my stomach from plummeting to the floorboards over the thought that it could all be over very soon.

  The side mirror revealed that my dad was gripping the steering wheel as if he was trying to strangle it, and he grit his teeth.

  “He’s not alone. You might as well pull over and see what he wants. He won’t give up.” With all the civility and patience in the world, Carlos pulled over to the side of the road, and turned the car off.

  “Gabriela.” My father said, his eyes hard and flinty, and he slammed his car door shut behind him.

  This time, his scorn grated on my last nerve.

  “Father. What are you doing here?” I bit out.

  “I’m here to tell you there is a priest waiting along with family members. Ready to see the two of you wed.”

  All around, the birds stopped singing, there was no ruffle of breeze in the trees, and the insects stopped their droning.

  Inside my head, there was a high-pitched buzzing sound.

  Ther
e was no time to react. Papá spun at Carlos, “You. I know you as a good soldier, a good man. So it won’t surprise you to learn that your immediate family agreed to attend the ceremony when they learned of how you’ve tainted my daughter’s reputation.”

  “How so?” Carlos’ features were void of expression, not reacting to my dad’s over the top reaction which belonged in another century.

  20

  Carlos

  Good thing my family wasn’t here to witness the sensible, albeit short-tempered Carlos completely acquiesce to her father. If I were a dog, I’d bare my belly to him and beg a scratch.

  Dragos didn’t beg.

  But as soon as Señor Serrano said I was marrying his daughter, my heart slammed with the rightness of the statement, and my chest filled with a fresh happiness.

  “Of course, we’ll marry,” I blurted out.

  I could never let her go, and I’d kill any man who so much as tried to touch her.

  “Guys, I’m standing right here. Please don’t talk about me like I’m a piece of furniture.” Her arms were clamped down across her chest, which I happened to know was covered with my dried cum, the thought of which made my dick hard, and she tapped out a rhythm of annoyance on the gravel with her boot.

  I had a sudden urge to touch her, to take all her troubles away. To make her call me “Daddy” again.

  I’d be her daddy from now on.

  I pleaded with her, “It’s actually a good idea, Gabriela. No man would lay a hand on you as a Drago bride and Serrano heir. They wouldn’t dare.”

  “What are you now? My babysitting bodyguard? I don’t need protection; I need you both to leave me be and let me ride my damn horse.” She punctuated her final word with two adorable stomps, and I knew better not to laugh.

  It was a horrible thing to do, proving yet again, that I was not a good man. But I’d use every advantage in my corner to get Gabriela to give in, to say yes to being mine forever. I closed the distance between us, so I felt the heat from her body without touching, and whispered to her, “Who’s horse is it?”