Ricardo regarded his son pensively, noting the harshly drawn features and dark coloring that were so like his own. Victor and his brother had been born only minutes apart and yet were so different that, at a glance, it was hard to believe they were related. Physically, Victor was dark whereas Tony was light. Victor was ruthless and sometimes too impulsive, often wearing his passionate nature and his hot temper on his sleeve. Tony was more methodical in his approach; his fire was more contained but, ultimately, burned just as hot.
The two men moved through the world on their own terms, driven by their fierce loyalty to the cartel and their family, which they considered to be one and the same, as it should be.
Ricardo hid a smile as he observed Victor and Valentina together. It was always the same…when Valentina was in the room, no one else existed for his son. Victor glared at Valentina while she focused serenely on her boss. At times like this, she was all business. She would be a tremendous asset to not only the cartel but, someday soon, their legitimate media business interests as well. And, when the time was right, their family.
Valentina demonstrated her loyalty by her willingness to deal with Briggs without being asked to. The idea had been hers. She had not only come up with the idea, she had volunteered to do the deed. And she had done well. She didn’t let it get messy; her approach to the job was clear-headed and methodical, which was in stark comparison to the incredibly sexy result. Between Roxanne’s skill as an amateur photographer and Valentina’s vast experience as an actress, the resulting photographs were so starkly sexual and incriminating that it was hard to believe the guy on the bed had been unconscious the whole time. Ricardo wished all of his employees had such initiative.
As part of an agreement with her family, Ricardo had promised Valentina to Victor, but she was fighting it every step of the way -- the same way his Rubia had fought him all those years ago. The thought brought a faint, sadistic smile to his face. Yes, his son needed a woman who would challenge him. Valentina suited him perfectly.
“Valentina,” Ricardo said, “you have impressed me. The blackmail idea was inspired. The photos you and Roxanne created will give us the leverage we need to wrap up this deal sooner than I had hoped. Due to your efforts, I have no doubt Briggs will see things our way.”
“Yes, sir. I couldn’t allow him to get in the way of cartel business.”
“Indeed. You have a bright future ahead of you with us. I want the two of you to begin wedding plans, sooner rather than later.”
At his father’s ringing endorsement of his woman, a rare smile tilted Victor’s lips, albeit a sadistic one. “Nothing would please me more. Consider it done.”
“Yes, sir,” she said demurely, with her hands clasped, white-knuckled, in her lap.
“Very well,” Ricardo said with a nod. “Now, I need to speak with my son alone.”
Valentina rose and, avoiding Victor’s eyes, gave a slight bow of her head in Ricardo’s direction before departing.
The door had no more closed than Ricardo leaned over the desk and snapped, “You’ve gotten what you want, boy. I’m giving her to you. Now, I fully expect that son of a bitch, William Briggs, to be in my pocket by the end of the week. I don’t give a fuck what you have to do to make it happen. That woman of yours has laid the foundation. Now,” he said as he sat back in his chair, “I expect you to finish the job.”
Victor studied the knife he had pulled from his pocket, fingering it lightly. “I’m looking forward to it, Father. Very much.”
Victor’s eyes became glazed as he thought ahead to how he’d get even with the paunchy bastard who’d seen his woman nearly naked. The fucker would die regretting the day he strayed from his wife and picked up a beautiful woman in a bar.
Victor was as sadistic as his father and uncle ever were, and he was looking forward to getting his revenge. The thought got him hard. He frowned as he shifted in his seat, then glanced down to find a spot of blood on the pad of his thumb. Apparently, he’d been clenching the knife a little too tight.
He brought the drop of blood to his tongue, smiling as the metallic taste hit his tongue. Yeah, he’d have his revenge on that fucker, and he’d make his soon-to-be wife watch.
Valentina resisted the urge to slam the door to her suite. The only thing that stopped her was the gossip that would ensue if she did. The walls had ears around here and anything concerning the Ramirez women was always a hot topic. Her soon-to-be husband had won again. Damn him!
He was the only who could make her feel such a clusterfuck of emotions. When it came to Victor Ramirez, she was all over the place: she loved him, she hated him, she desired him, and wanted to get as far away from him as she could. But most of all, she had the need to drive him crazy.
He wasn’t through with her, she knew that. He was going to make her pay for going to that bar and doing that job on her own. She kept telling herself it didn’t matter, that she didn’t care, but the gnawing fear of the unknown was still in the back of her mind. She was well acquainted with Victor’s possessive nature, but she had the feeling she hadn’t seen the worst of it yet.
She was so caught up in her thoughts that she didn’t notice he had come in until she turned and saw him leaning back against the closed door. His pompous smirk sent her into a rage and before she could question the wisdom of her decision, she lunged at him.
“My little hellcat, I fucking love it.” He grabbed her by her shoulders and pinned her down on the bed. As she writhed and strained beneath him, he yanked her dress up over her hips and ripped at her panties until they lay shredded on the floor. He unzipped his pants and lowered them just enough to release his aching hard-on. He palmed its heavy weight, stroking the shaft.
Valentina’s eyes were fixed greedily on his cock, admiring the thick shaft with its thick veins coursing along its length to the broad, swollen head glistening with pre-cum. Victor was blessed with the kind of cock other men envied and every woman craved.
He pushed her legs back, rubbing the head of his cock up and down her creamy slit, giving special attention to her clit. He bit back a smile when he felt the energy in the room shift; she stopped all pretense of fighting him and instead began rolling her hips toward him, begging him to put it in her and make her come.
It had always been this way between them. She never came to him easily; she made him work for it, made him prove to her every time how good they were together. Her resistance was an incredibly gratifying dynamic in their sexual chemistry and he made no secret of how much he got off on subduing her. She had made it clear early on that she didn’t want nice, polite sex, and he enjoyed the pleasure of taking what he wanted.
Now that he had her mindless and willing beneath him, he teased her. She scowled at him, fuming as she pushed her hips up trying to grasp on to his cock to fill the aching emptiness within her.
“I hate you,” she groaned every time he denied her the pleasure of penetration.
“Mmm, you want this cock…pussy’s so wet and swollen. Why do you fight me every time, hmm?” he asked as he palmed her breasts, rolling her nipples under his thumbs. “I fucking love you with everything in me. I’ll love you until the stars fall from the sky. I’ve loved you from the first day I met you. No, baby,” he growled in warning as she grabbed his ass and tried to yank him toward her. “You’re not getting this cock until you’re so hungry for it that every inhibition you have lays shattered at my feet. I need you. I’m going to do anything and everything to make you mine.”
“Victor,” she gasped as she clenched his biceps, enjoying his hard muscles under her fingertips, “can’t you see I’ve always been yours?”
He almost believed her. Almost. “I’ll know when you’re really mine.”
He continued teasing her with just the head of his cock. Then, without warning he plunged inside, responding to the primal need to mate, to take, to claim. She writhed and moaned, lost in the pleasure of his touch, wanton with no reservations, no inhibitions. Giving herself over to him, at last, with no shame.
As he moved inside her, the truth hit him, consuming his every thought: if she had his baby, she would be his forever. Energized by the need to put a baby in her, he flipped Valentina over onto her hands and knees. He pulled her hips toward him and shoved inside her like a man possessed, emboldened by her guttural grunt of pleasure as his cock found purchase deep inside her.
“That’s it, take it,” he groaned. “Time’s up, baby. You’re going to bear my sons and there will be no getting away. You’re mine and this baby will be mine. Ours.” He slid his hand around her waist and stroked her clit. His touch sent her into a frenzy of need as she pushed back against him for even deeper contact.
The orgasm built inside her until she peaked and tumbled over into an abyss of pleasure. “Yeah, that’s it, baby,” he groaned at the sight of his shaft, gleaming with the sheen of her arousal, and her pert ass thrust high in the air as she writhed beneath him. He grit his teeth, gasping as he told her how it was going to be. “I want you, all of you. My wife. My lover. Mother of my children. Everything...I want everything…gonna give you everything.”
He pushed her shoulders down into the mattress and covered her body with his as he took her, using his knees to spread her legs even wider so she could take him even deeper.
As her body began to quake beneath him, Victor set the caveman within him free, hips bucking wildly as he closed in on his own orgasm. His balls drew up tight and his cock surged forward, instinctively seeking its true north. Driven by pure instinct, he clamped his teeth onto the warm flesh between her neck and shoulder, biting down hard as he came, like a rutting stallion claiming a skittish mare.