Victor stormed down the hall to the bedroom, his thoughts racing as he approached the door. How was this woman able to evoke such strong emotion within him? Until Valentina, women had been mere playthings to him, but she was a force to be reckoned with. And yet she seemed blissfully unaware of the power she held over him.
His hand on the doorknob, he paused as a frown knit his brow. Better that she not know the extent of her influence. God help him if she decided to use it against him.
Valentina was curled up in bed, once again going over lines on her laptop. As he prowled over to stand by the bed, she set the laptop aside and watched him approach. He lowered himself down on the edge of the bed and rested a hand next to her leg, his face mere inches from hers.
He knew his next words would sound like something from a particularly melodramatic telenovela but it just couldn’t be helped. His words rang with pain, hope, even desperation. “Tell me, Valentina, tell me I can have you. That I can have all of you.”
She shook her head, bewildered, until she saw the desperation in his eyes, the raw need.
“What is going on with you?” she asked softly.
“The subject of you being on birth control came up. Are you? I know there are ways other than just taking a pill.”
“Ah, now I see,” she said on a frustrated sigh. “Your father wants a grandchild. Where is this coming from, Victor? Are you sure you aren’t just using me to solidify your father’s latest business venture and ensure his legacy?”
She waited for him to answer, unable to deny how very much she hoped he would deny it, and how much she hoped she could believe him if he did. If so, then it would be the first time a man hadn’t wanted her for her money or for the money he could make off her.
He leaned in closer, his face hovering near hers as his warm breath puffed against her ear. He cupped her breast, caressing her masterfully before sliding his hand down over her flat stomach, lingering there briefly before cupping her sex. He bit down on her earlobe, hard enough to make her jump. “How can you ask such a thing? I think I’ve made my intentions quite clear. I want it all.”
He straightened and tightened his grip on her mound. “This is mine. You’ll find that I’m quite possessive of what’s mine. I won’t share this, Valentina – well, only for you to give birth to our children.”
At her wide-eyed stare, he cocked his head to the side inquisitively even as his hand began to move in easy circles over her sensitive flesh. “This can’t come as a surprise to you. If it is, then I haven’t done a good job communicating with you. Perhaps words are not what’s called for here, hmm?”
Valentina barely managed to suppress a groan as he began working his magic on her body. However, she couldn’t contain the way her hips rocked against his hand. When his lips took hers, her body became boneless and desperate for him. He had a way with her in the bedroom that she never could have anticipated. He had awakened a lascivious part of her nature that had lain dormant until now. She just knew she wanted him to do dirty things to her—wanted him to know a darker side of her that no one else had ever been privy to.
In a hoarse whisper he uttered promises of everything he wanted to do to her, told her he would destroy anything or anyone who got in his way, told her he would never let her go.
She knew she should be terrified of his intentions and the things he had already done to accomplish them, but she wasn’t. But she knew she should fight, knew that he wanted her to give in, but she couldn’t. If she gave him what he wanted and surrendered at the deepest levels, she worried that she would lose herself along the way. Now, that terrified her.
Victor took his time undressing her, stroking and exploring every inch of her body, every toned muscle and each luscious, soft curve.
“Just let go, Valentina. I can love enough for both of us until you are ready to be honest with yourself.”
“What did you say?!” she fumed, trying and failing to shove him away. He was ready for her, moving efficiently to clasp her wrists above her head as he blanketed her body with his own. “Someday you will give me your heart, but until then, your body will do nicely. Even if all we ever have between us is hotter-than-hell, mind-blowing fucking, we’ll have more than most people do.”
With harsh look of warning, he released her wrists and rose to his knees. He peeled his clothes off with the confidence of a man who knew how to make good on his word. He took her panties off and clasped her beneath her knees, bending her legs back as far as they would go.
Usually he would take more time to prepare her, but the urge to be inside her was clawing at the base of his spine, driving him on. He thrust deep and stilled, closing his eyes as he took in the delicious sensation of being in her – a woman other men could only fantasize about. He pulled out and slammed back inside to the hilt, muttering, “You make me crazy, woman.”
He slipped his hand between them, stroking her clit as his thrusts quickly became more urgent. He made no effort to stave off the orgasm that was barreling down on him, giving in to the insatiable demands of her pussy as she milked him, pulling his seed from him with quivering, greedy pulses that made him lose his mind.
Her body quaked with pleasure as they climaxed together. After, instead of collapsing on top of her or pulling her in next to him, he lifted her hips and tucked a pillow beneath them.
“Victor! What are you—Oh, you have got to be kidding me.”
He grinned as he looked down at his handiwork. Valentina’s pussy glistened with his cum and he couldn’t resist reaching down to gather streams of his cream from her thighs and push it back inside where it belonged. Sliding down onto his side next to her, he faced her and rested on his elbow with his chin cupped in his hand.
Sliding his bottom lip between his teeth, he regarded her through hooded eyes. “Do I look like I’m playing? Fuck no, and I’m going to stay here to make sure you stay right where you are.”
“You really are crazy.”
“Guilty as charged.”
Her tone was grave as she asked her next question. “Victor, how dangerous is this man who’s following me?”
“I’m not going to lie to you, baby. When stalkers are rejected, that’s when they are the most dangerous. He may see my…intervention…as a rejection of some kind. I have no way of knowing if this guy intends to do you harm or if he’s just an overly excited fan. What I do know is that of the two of us, I’m more dangerous than he could ever be. If you think I would ever let this son of a bitch hurt the mother of my children then you’re the one who’s crazy. I protect what’s mine. Don’t get in my way, Valentina. You may feel confused by recent events in your life, totally understandable. And I know I have something to do with that, but it troubles me to know you don’t feel safe. So, I’m going to make him regret putting you in that position.”
The best that a Ramirez enemy could hope for was a quick death, but Valentina doubted Victor would oblige her stalker with such an easy end. One look into his cold, black eyes and she knew there would be no mercy.