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  I had been so caught up in the things that Valentina had lashed at me during our argument, that I’d forgotten to explore her actions. Even before I’d told her what Romero had done, she hadn’t bothered to call him. She said she was back in town for her father, and she claimed that he didn’t know about her kidnapping, why hadn’t she called him yet? Could it be, because now that she met me again, she was afraid of him? Afraid of what he might think of us?

  I emptied the rest of the beer down my throat, and I stood up from the bar stool.

  “Ever since you met Ava, you’ve become a fucking sentimental softie. You better check yourself before you wreck yourself,” I said and slapped my brother’s back. He laughed and shook his head because he knew he had been a huge help to me, even if I wasn’t going to admit it to him.

  “I have somewhere to be,” I said, as I began to walk away.

  “Of course, you do. I’ll warn my sister to stay out of the house!” I heard him say to me and I rushed out of the bar and jumped on my bike.

  Did it matter what Valentina had said? What mattered was what she did. She trusted me. Deep down, I knew she did. No matter how much she tried to make, me believe that she didn’t. And it was my responsibility to make sure that she was safe, and I wasn’t going to let Romero Luis come between us again. Not this time. Not after I’d just found her again.

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  I opened Moira’s door with the key she had given me earlier, and when I stepped in, I saw Valentina at the kitchen sink, washing a mug. She whipped around to look at me, and she saw it in my eyes; that I wasn’t ready to give up on us yet.

  I said nothing, just strode over to her and placed my hands on the sink, cornering her with my body and my arms. Her brown eyes were large, and she parted her lips. I dipped my face towards her and she sunk into me. Her hands rose up to my face, as our tongues lashed against each other’s, lips sliding over lips, stifled breaths mingling.

  She was wearing an old pair of denim shorts, and I’d already clocked her endless legs in them. The t-shirt she was wearing was a thin cotton, and I could see her nipples through the fabric. Her long chestnut hair hung behind her, and I grabbed a fistful of it, tugging her face closer to mine.

  “Moira…she could come home,” Valentina managed to get the words out when she pulled herself away from me.

  “She’s not coming back,” I said and lifted her up by her waist. She was sitting on the edge of the sink now, perched on her bubble butt on it and the back of her head knocked against the cabinet doors.

  “I’m going to have to rip this t-shirt off you,” I growled and clutched the loose neck of the garment. Valentina gasped when I ripped through the middle, and it fell away on to the floor.

  “It was Moira’s!” she squealed, and I heard the sound of a giggle in her voice.

  “She won’t give a shit,” I growled, and my mouth latched on to hers again. Her breasts bounced against my chest as I tipped myself into her. The kiss was wild, animalistic, and I wanted her to know just how desperately I wanted to possess her.

  My hands cupped her breasts, playing with her nipples, and Valentina stretched her torso, her body quivered from my touch. I could feel her nails digging into the back of my neck, and I stepped away from her again.

  Quickly, I removed my jacket and my shirt. She was watching me with her large brown eyes as I unbuckled my jeans and slid them down my legs. My cock was tenting my underwear, and her eyes glowed. She knew she had an irresistible effect on me and she licked her lips and moaned.

  I grabbed her denim shorts, unbuttoning them quickly and I pulled them down. Her fluorescent pink thong was tiny, and I ripped it apart as well.

  “I’ll need to go shopping after this,” she joked as I lowered myself down on the floor, bending my knees in front of her.

  Her pussy was wet and juicy, and I stared hungrily at it. This pussy had driven me mad all my life and was still making me do crazy things.

  “You can do whatever you want, baby,” I said softly as I brought my mouth closer to her wetness.

  “Jesus…” she said my name breathily and weaved her nails into my hair, ruffling the long strands and then she threw her head back in anticipation. My mouth was an inch away from her pussy now, and she had parted her legs wide. My breath fell on her hot wet core, and I could see goose bumps erupting on her skin.

  “Don’t move!” I commanded, as she rotated her hips in desperation and then stopped.

  My first taste of her came when I slowly extended my tongue into her folds. Valentina gasped and moaned, and I drew my tongue back.

  “Jesus…please, don’t stop…” she begged, and I smiled, extending my tongue again. I used it to part her folds, slipping it into her slit and tasting her musky sweetness. She was so juicy, so wet, and I knew I could make her come like this. Come over and over again.

  I concentrated on her clit first, which I could feel was engorged and throbbing for my mouth. Valentina quivered, her grip on my hair became tighter. I looked up at her to see that she had her eyes pressed closed, her mouth was hanging open, and I stroked her clit some more. I was teasing her, and she shuddered, wanting more.

  My tongue plunged into her folds again, this time I thrust deep. My lips latched on to her slit, and I started sucking, and alternating with licking and sucking some more. She was moving her hips again, clutching both her breasts with her hands. I watched as she teased her nipples, her tiny waist moving and rotating with every thrust of my tongue. I couldn’t get enough of her heady scent or her musky taste. I enjoyed watching this hold I had over her body.

  When Valentina screamed, I knew she wasn’t going to hold back much longer. I plunged my tongue in, over and over into her pussy till she released herself with one final shudder. Her orgasm took over her whole body, and she continued to scream with pleasure. I didn’t stop sucking and licking, teasing her clit and the folds of her pussy, till every last drop of her cum was slathered over my mouth and lips.

  Her breathing was harsh, and she had been squeezing her breasts tightly. When her orgasm began to subside, she let them go, and they swung into release, red from the pressure of her hands.

  I stood up and patted her throbbing pussy gently as I did. She moaned again and opened her glazed over tired eyes at me.

  “I want more, Jesus,” she said, with a pleading voice and I smiled at her, satisfied by her satisfaction.

  “Who said I’m done?” I said, and I licked my lips, making sure that I didn’t ever forget the taste of her delicious pussy.

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  I pulled my boxers down and stood in front of Valentina, with my cock pointed straight at her pussy.

  “Touch yourself. I want you to feel what my mouth was doing to you,” I commanded and reached for my cock.

  Valentina’s lips parted, and I saw that her fingers were trembling when she edged her hand lower down her belly…towards her pussy.

  I was already hard, and now my cock grew in my hand as I stroked it. Valentina was magnificent to look at. Her body was lithe and petite, her eyes were glazed over and wide, her lips were glossy, and her breasts shuddered. Her fingers had found her clit, and now she was moving her fingers in a circling motion on it. A moan escaped her lips, and I started stroking my cock harder.

  “Good girl. Now put a finger in,” I growled, and her eyes grew wider if that was even possible. She slipped a forefinger into her pussy and gasped.

  “I’m still wet,” she said in surprise like this had never happened to her before, and I laughed.

  “Good,” I said and stroked my erect throbbing cock. I wanted to be inside her, but I wanted to watch her come again. I thought I was satisfied, but I wasn’t. I needed to see her come one more time before I let myself release.

  Valentina rubbed her clit with her thumb while sliding her finger in and out of her folds. She wasn’t lying, she was indeed wet, and now I could see more of her juices slipping out of her. I licked my lips again, to get a taste of her, and my hand slid over my cock in quick jerk
s.

  “Jesus!” she called out my name and gripped the edge of the kitchen counter with her free hand.

  “Faster, baby, you can do it,” I urged her on, as I watched her nearing her second orgasm now. She wasn’t holding back; her finger was sliding deep inside her, and I watched as her body shuddered with every stroke.

  “Oh, my God!” she screamed as another wave of orgasm washed over her. I stopped stroking my cock, all I could do was just stare at her as she came. Our eyes were locked, she was moaning, and her body shook with the orgasm. When she was done, she was whimpering, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to control myself any longer.

  I lunged at her again, parting her quivering thighs. I lifted one of her legs up by her knee and laid it down straight on my chest. Her foot was on my shoulder, limp and powerless next to my ear, and I cupped her right breast with my other hand.

  I thrust my cock into her easily. I grunted with the force as my cock plunged into her. Valentina gasped and then moaned as I reached deep inside her, stroking the spot I knew would get her going again. She was so tight, so sweet. No matter how many times I plunged my cock into her, it was like a brand-new experience every time.

  The lips of her pussy tightened around my cock, like a noose, as I pulled out. Only partially. I couldn’t get enough of her.

  My cock slid into her again, reaching deep within, and I tightened my grip on her knee. Valentina gasped and writhed as I picked up the pace. Plowing deep inside and then sliding out. Over and over again until she was moving about like a rag doll, completely in my power.

  My eyes roamed her body. Her perfect perky breasts, those pale brown nipples…her breasts had grown since we were teenagers. She had a woman’s body now, and there was nothing more delicious in the world than a taste of her. Her pussy tightened and loosened with every thrust, sucking me in and then releasing me as I pulled out.

  “Fuck! I’m going to come!” I groaned, and she moved her hips faster.

  “Come inside me, Jesus…come for me,” she whispered, and her voice was all I needed to hear. Her long shiny chestnut hair lay messily over both her shoulders, her foot dangled near my face as I plunged deeper and deeper into her. Her pussy was overtaking my body, that sweet seductive pussy that I couldn’t get enough of.

  I called out her name in a growl as I felt the release. My seed shot straight and fast into her, and my body jerked and revolted. In those moments of coming, I felt completely helpless and powerless. There was no point in resisting the complete blackout control she had over me. I was willing to do anything to keep having her.

  I clutched her breasts as I came, spilling myself deep inside her and not worrying about the consequences. She whimpered, saying my name softly and repeatedly as she watched me. I knew I must have looked like a wild animal to her when I was coming. My long hair ruffled wildly around my shoulders, my chain with the cross dangling furiously on my chest, my muscles taut and tight as I gripped her tender body. I could have crushed her with my force if I wasn’t careful.

  I could feel my cock throbbing inside her, still spilling the last drops of my cum. We remained like that for a few more moments, staring deep into each other’s eyes for a bit longer.

  Valentina reached for my face, rubbing the backs of her fingers along my shaven jawline where a stubble had started to grow.

  I had to force myself to pull out of her, sliding my cock out from within her folds. When I stepped away from her, Valentina’s leg swung back down, and she pressed her thighs close with a snap; like she was shutting a trap.

  I licked my lips, still reeling from the effects of making love to this woman of my dreams. A woman no other woman could ever come close to surpassing, in beauty and spark.

  “Jesus…” she said my name softly, and I started collecting my clothes off the floor. I hadn’t prepared for this part after the sex. I had ridden my bike like crazy, back to this place, with only one thing on my mind - that I needed to possess her one more time.

  I met her eyes now, at a loss for words and she parted her lips to speak again.

  “I’m sorry about everything I said,” she told me.

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  Valentina had made us mugs of steaming coffee, and we were sitting together in Moira’s living room now.

  “I haven’t seen Moira since I came to live here. I don’t want to displace her from her own home,” Valentina said, some of her locks fell over her face as she brought her lips close to the mug’s rim. I couldn’t take my eyes off her.

  She’d found a bathrobe in her room, which she was wearing now and I was aware that she was completely naked underneath. I shrugged my shoulders.

  “Moira isn’t the kind of person who goes out of her way to be fake-polite. I’m sure she’s just busy with her things, don’t worry about it,” I told her and took a sip of my coffee. I was sitting in an armchair, facing her, my legs spread wide apart with relaxation.

  Valentina shied away from looking at me directly, and I could see that her cheeks were flushed.

  “Valentina, have you called your father?” I asked, and she looked up at me with a jerk. There was a moment when I thought she was going to jump to the defensive again, but she didn’t. She had decided against it.

  “No, I haven’t,” she said, and I stared at her some more. Putting her on the spot.

  “Why not?” I asked, and she took in a deep breath and wrapped her hands tightly around the warm mug.

  “I’m not sure, Jesus, maybe I don’t trust him anymore. Maybe I never trusted him. Maybe, somewhere in the back of my mind, I already knew what you told me this morning,” she said, and I could feel my muscles untangling. I watched her eyes dart around the room nervously. I could sense that it was difficult for her to talk about her father, and admit that he might be a horrible human being.

  “So, you’re saying that you believe what I said to you?” I continued, and Valentina gulped, then took another small sip of her coffee. Just to buy time. When I saw, her nodding her head, I felt relieved.

  “Yes, Jesus,” she said and looked up to meet my eyes. “I don’t trust anyone the way I trust you, and I was wrong when I pushed you away this morning. I shouldn’t have said those things to you. I was just lashing out,” she said, and I got up from the armchair and walked over to her.

  Placing my mug on the coffee table, I knelt down in front of her and reached for her hands. I covered her hands with mine, so we were both holding her mug now and finally, Valentina looked up to meet my eyes.

  “You don’t need to apologize, baby, I understand,” I said, and her lips quivered when she looked at me.

  “You’ve gone through this yourself, the betrayal of a father,” she said, and I nodded. She knew about my father; she knew what he had done to me.

  “I just want you to be safe and the only way I can keep you that way is if you keep your distance from Romero and the Muerte Viviente,” I continued, and she nodded her head.

  “Yes, I know that. I knew that this morning too. I just lost it when you told me what I already knew. What I didn’t want actually to admit to myself. I should have trusted you from the beginning,” she said, and I reached for her face and pulled her in for a kiss.

  “Valentina…my feelings for you haven’t changed,” I said when our lips eventually parted. I knew I was taking a leap of faith, but I was either going to be all in or nothing at all. This was the only second chance I could have with the woman I’d always been in love with.

  “I love you, Jesus,” she blurted out and then clamped her mouth shut like a little child.

  I smiled and stroked her hair. It was soft and glossy, and I knew I wanted to wake up every morning with that hair and that face and that body. This was the truth I had denied myself for such a long time.

  “I want to be with you, Jesus. I want to live with you,” she said, and I nodded my head.

  “Very soon. I’m going to take care of all of this, and then we can be together the way we were always supposed to,” I said and straightened myself up.r />
  “Are you leaving?” she asked, and I saw the look of fright in her eyes.

  “I’ll check on you tomorrow, baby. Today, I should be with my MC and make sure that everything is under control. Just know that you’re safe here, and I’m going to make sure you stay that way,” I said and stroked her cheek.

  Valentina finally smiled, and I could see it in her eyes that she trusted me.

  “Tomorrow is Sunday,” she said, and I nodded my head.

  “Yeah”

  “So, I want to go to Church with you. I want to be a part of every aspect of your life, including your religion,” she said, and I ran the tip of my forefinger over her soft luscious lips.

  “I’ll pick you up at nine, and I’m leaving you some money so you can go and shop for new clothes or whatever you need,” I said, and after kissing her lightly on her lips, I left the apartment.

  We were going to be together; I knew we were. Now that we had found each other again, there was nothing that could keep us apart. Not even the entire forces of Muerte Viviente.

  Chapter 14

  Valentina

  I stood in front of the mirror in the bedroom the next morning. I was already ready and waiting for Jesus to pick me up for Church. I’d gone shopping the previous evening after he left and bought a yellow dress for the occasion. I wanted to look my best for Jesus, and now I twirled in front of the mirror now; marveling at the way the wide skirt moved around my hips.

  I’d bought new shoes too, simple black pumps and a new coral lipstick to go with the look. I’d spent fifteen minutes brushing my hair already, which meant that it now glistened and shone in the mirror, falling delicately in gentle waves on my shoulders. I was happy with the way I looked, even the bruise on my jaw from the punch Juan had landed on me, was beginning to fade. With enough makeup, it was well hidden from my face now, and I looked brand new.

  In fact, I seemed happy. I didn’t think I could look happy again. Not since I left Connecticut and even there, I was just about getting by. Somehow convincing myself that was the life I wanted to lead. The truth was that I always wanted to come back home and I had always harbored hopes of building a life with Jesus again…King…I needed to remind myself to call him King now since that was the name he went by these days.