Chapter 18
Valentina
Back at King’s apartment, he ran me a hot bath, and I spent an hour in there, trying to soothe my nerves. I’d dozed off at some point and didn’t wake up till King eventually came in to check up on me and helped me out of the bath. He cleaned my bruises and sterilized them and helped me change into one of his shirts that I pulled around me. It comforted me, and I felt safe now, finally at peace, like nothing could hurt me.
“I’m sorry, baby,” King whispered in my ears as he led me back to his bedroom. When I looked at him, for a second, I thought he was close to tears, but he controlled it quickly. A man like him was never supposed to cry, right?
“This wasn’t your fault. None of this was your fault,” I said and stroked his shoulder.
He helped me to bed, swinging my feet up to rest and then pulled the covers over me.
“I’m not sleepy anymore,” I argued and pouted my lips.
“You’re going to have to sleep now, and I’m not leaving this apartment till you have regained your strength fully,” he said and bent down on his knees and clutched my hands. I leaned over and kissed him on his forehead and smiled at him.
“Stop blaming yourself, King. You saved me…twice. I probably wouldn’t even be alive if it wasn’t for you,” I said, and he stroked my cheek. The touch of his rough hand on my skinniest shivers down my spine. Even after all these years, he was the guy who turned me on. I couldn’t have asked for a better man.
“And you’ve been so strong, you make me proud to be your man, Valentina,” he said and then kissing my fingers, he stood up.
“Where are you going?” I whined as I watched him walking towards the bedroom door. He turned to smile at me indulgently.
“You need to eat something. I’ve made you chicken soup,” he said, and then he left the room.
I sunk into the bed, surrounded by the scent of the man I was in love with. I could hear him in the kitchen outside, tinkering about and getting the tray ready. Then I heard his cell phone ring and his raised voice. I tried to listen, but I couldn’t listen to the words. A few minutes later, King walked back into the bedroom, gripping his cell phone tightly in his hand.
I straightened up when I saw his face. He looked like he was ready to punch someone again.
“What’s wrong?” I asked him as he walked towards me.
“It’s Romero. He knows what happened and he wants to speak to you,” King said, and I stared back at him. His dark eyes had darkened, even more, his face was taut and humorless. I needed him to tell me what to do. I didn’t know if I even wanted to speak to my father.
“King…” I breathed, and he sighed.
“Speak to him if you want to, Valentina…he’s your father, it’s your choice,” he said, and I looked at the phone in his hand.
“What should I say?” I asked him, and he clenched his jaw.
“It’s up to you, babe. I don’t give a shit as long as you are safe,” he said and slid the phone into my hands.
I took it from him and stared at it for a few more moments. King was about to walk away, but I stopped him.
“Please stay here,” I pleaded with him, and he nodded and sat down at the end of the bed.
“Papi?” I said, bringing the phone close to my ear.
“Valentina! Oh, my baby girl! I’m so happy to hear your voice. Are you all right?” he sounded worried, like genuinely worried…but I wasn’t falling for it. My voice hardened quickly, as memories of everything I had endured in the past week came flashing through my head.
“What do you want, Papi?” I snapped at him, and a sound like a wince escaped his lips.
“Please, Valentina…you have to understand that my hands were tied. Juan was threatening to kill me, you and everyone we know,” Papi was pleading, and my nostrils flared. I was staring straight into King’s eyes as I spoke to my father.
“What makes you think that I won’t tell Jesus to sniff you out of whichever hole you’re hiding and put a bullet through your heart?” I hissed at him. The words that were pouring out of my mouth didn’t surprise me anymore. He had fed me to the dogs. My father. I owed him nothing anymore.
“Valentina…you have to believe me. The only way I could save your life was by trading you to them willingly. That was the only way we could both keep our heads,” Papi cried on the other end, and I blinked.
To hear my father pleading, to hear his voice so shrill and defenseless was a shock to me. I never thought Papi capable of stooping this low, but then I hadn’t thought him capable of a lot of things.
“Valentina?” he urged me, and I took in a deep breath.
“You should know, Papi, that I will never trust you ever again.”
“I’m sorry, my daughter. I know I deserve that. But believe me…” he started saying, and I cut him off.
“Yes, I’ve heard it already. You were trying to keep me alive!” I snapped, and he shut up. He was whimpering openly now, and all sense of pride had left him.
“What can I do, Valentina? What can I do to make you believe me?” he cried, and my eyes flickered as I stared at King. He looked satisfied too like he approved of everything I was telling him.
“You will spend the rest of your life working towards the welfare of the children. You will get a job, an actual volunteering job with the social services. I don’t care how you do it, but you will, and I will make sure that one of Jesus’ friends monitors your work. Until the day you die,” I said, and I could hear the sound of relief in Papi's voice as he agreed with everything I was saying.
“To begin with, you will work towards rehabilitating all the kids that Jesus and his MC rescued,” I added, and Papi agreed.
“Thank you, Valentina…I promise that I won’t disappoint you,” he was blubbering his thanks, and I interrupted him again.
“Oh, and by the way, Jesus Moreno took my virginity, right under your nose, ten years ago. And I’m going to have sex with him right now,” I said, and I cut the call and threw the phone away from me on the bed.
King was smiling, and I smiled back at him.
It didn’t take him more than a second to close the distance between us. He lunged at me, and he had pinned me down on the bed with his body, kissing my lips and chin and leaving a wet trail down while unbuttoning his shirt that I was wearing.
My breasts popped out, and he quickly latched his mouth on to my left nipple, sucking and pulling and flicking it with his tongue. The wetness spread quickly between my legs, and I arched my back to meet our bodies together. His cock was already erect, tenting his jeans and I stroked myself against him.
The fact that I wasn’t wearing any underwear helped.
Jesus slid his long forefinger straight into my folds, wiping up the juices that had already begun to flow. I moaned and groaned as he kept sucking on my nipples, and I reached to slide off his clothes.
King moved so that he was lying over me now. The shirt had come undone and was lying on my sides. He cupped my free breast and squeezed, and I arched my back again with a moan.
“King…” I breathed his name as I ran my fingers through his long hair. He pulled away from my breast and looked up at me, and I saw the twinkle in his eye.
“You think your father is breaking some glasses because now he knows I’m fucking you?” he asked, and I found myself falling in love all over again with his lopsided handsome smile.
“Fuck me then!” I demanded, and King grabbed me by my waist and hauled me up.
I was on my knees, and so was he. We were kissing again, our tongues sliding against each other’s as his hands wreaked havoc on my body, feeling every inch of my skin till I was burning up.
My hands worked at getting his clothes off, and when I did, I had my fingers sliding over his chiseled abs. So, fucking sexy! Our kiss grew wilder, till our cores rubbed against each other. His cock was hanging erect between his legs now, and he used it to rub my clit.
“Beg me again, Valentina,” he said, pulling his mouth away from my lips and I smiled as I said it.
“Please fuck me, King. Fuck me hard,” I said, and there was a sizzle in my voice, and he had heard it.
He slid himself off the bed and knocking my knees over, and he made me fall back. He wasted no time this time, no foreplay. I wanted to be fucked hard, and he was going to give me exactly that.
Gripping my thighs tightly, he parted my legs. With one swipe of my pussy with his fingers, he tested me for wetness and grunted when he was pleased with what he found.
I kept my eyes open, watching every move he made when he thrust himself into me. He had wedged himself between my legs, holding my thighs apart, he pushed his cock into me. Over and over again while playing with my clit to make me come. I moaned loudly, thrilling at the reverberating pleasure he sent through me body with shocks.
With every thrust, I came closer to the edge. Just about toppling over, just about managing to pull me back. King grunted with every shove, making sure that his cock reached deep inside me till he slid it out again.
I thought I was about to come, but instead, he pulled himself out of me and flipped me over. I was on my knees now; my breasts swung below me. This time too, he didn’t waste a breath. He pushed his cock deep into my pussy from behind, and a moan escaped my lips.
“Do you like it like this?” he growled as he clutched my hips, driving into me with full force. I moaned a response, unable to form complete sentences anymore. His cock was pushing past my folds, reaching that point of no return…it was too much.
I blinked at the wall behind the bed, trying to focus on something so that I could stop myself from coming, but it was too difficult to hold back. I could feel King’s balls thudding against my ass, the sound of his grunts as he fucked me hard.
“I’m going to…” was all I managed to say and he knew what I meant.
He reached for my hair, pulling it back tightly so that he got a better grip on my body. He quickened his thrusts, pounding into me with full force and I came. My orgasm was painfully amazing. I was almost blinded by it; I thought I could see stars dancing around in front of my eyes.
I bunched up the bed covers in both fists as I came and howled and then I felt King’s growls growing deeper. He was coming too, spilling himself deep inside me as he did. He slapped my ass as he came, riding me from behind like a wild animal which he had under his control.
I was out of breath and panting when my orgasm finally subsided, and King pulled himself out of me with a groan.
We both collapsed on the bed beside each other. We were staring up at the ceiling, trying to tame our breathing.
“We should probably start using protection,” I whispered, common sense returning to me now. King moved, turning himself on his side so that he could look down at my exhausted body.
Gently, he grazed my pebbled sensitive nipples with his fingers and smiled.
“It’s a little late for that, isn’t it?” he said, and I felt the color rise in my cheeks. He leaned over to kiss my lips, and I kissed him back warmly. I wasn’t sure what he had meant by that, and I was too afraid to ask him.
When he pulled away from me, we were staring into each other’s eyes.
“I love you, Valentina Luis,” he said, and I bit down on my lip. I had never heard him say those words before. Not even ten years ago, when we were so happy with each other, so happy that we had found each other. Now, when I watched him admiring my naked body, I knew that he knew. We both knew that there could be nobody else for us. We were going to be tied to each other forever.
“And I’m going to make sure that you’re never afraid to leave the house. I’ll arrange for twenty-four-hour protection if I have to,” he said and gently stroked my belly, his fingers lingering near my pussy again.
Even though I had just come, I wanted his body again, and I grabbed his hand, pulling it towards my throbbing wet pussy. King smiled, leaned over to kiss me again and forcefully pulled his hand away. Before I knew what he was doing, he had jumped out of bed and was pulling me into his arms.
I squealed with delight as he threw me over his shoulder. We were both naked, both spent from our love making, and now he was carrying me across the bedroom and outside.
“Where are you taking me? Put me down you bear!” I squealed and playfully thudded my fists on his back. King laughed, lifting me up and throwing me in the air like I was as light as a toddler.
“You need to get some food in your system before I touch that pussy again. Believe me, it’s going to be difficult for me just to sit and watch you eat, but we need to keep your energy up for tonight,” he said, and he plonked me down on his couch.
I was laughing too, as I watched him return to the kitchen counter to bring me the tray of food he had already prepared.
It was amazing that a man could rescue me from my captors, shoot Juan Castillo and cook me a heartwarming meal all on the same day! Not to forget the sex…now, that was what he was a champion at.