Katie crossed her legs impatiently and then uncrossed them again, tapping her shoe against the floor. She glanced down and wondered if she should run up to the master suite and change her shoes. She’d chosen the black and red Louboutins with the metal silver heel that finished in a tiny snake slithering along the side of the shoe. Maybe they were too much? She wore them in honour of Roman’s revenge. Today was the day he’d hunted down the last Ramirez.
She’d paired the shoes with a sexy little black dress with spaghetti straps. It landed mid-thigh and, though it hugged her body like a sheath made specially for her, it was also loose enough to be easily removable. Katie was learning quickly that if her clothes weren't accessible, then her barbaric husband would either tear or cut them away depending on his level of patience that day.
Occasionally, his caveman attitude toward her wardrobe was panty-wetting exciting… until he’d destroyed her $900 Oscar de la Renta blouse. Not that Katie was big time into name brands, but now that she was settling down she’d decided to discover what styles she liked best and spend some of the copious amounts of money she’d saved up over the years in the process. It turned out her tastes were expensive.
She was sitting in his office trying to concentrate on the blueprints in front of her. True to his word, Roman was treating her like a partner. He'd given her access to every part of his home and his life. Though she didn’t invade his office when he was occupying it, recognizing that they had their separate interests. Plus, she suspected she didn't want to get that close to the ins and outs of cartel just yet. She did enjoy his office space when he wasn't in it. She loved feeling his heavy, masculine presence surrounding her when she couldn't have the real thing. She sat in his big leather chair and imagined it was him holding her close. She looked at the spot on the wall next to his big, black bookshelf and imagined the exact painting she wanted in that spot. Then she forced herself to focus on the blueprints in front of her.
Two hours later, the door to the office opened. Katie slowly opened her eyes. She had given up concentrating well over an hour ago, curled her legs up in the big chair and drifted off the sleep, knowing her husband would come find her as soon as he finished his business. He always came to find her first when they were forced to be apart for any reason.
“Is it done?” she asked as he approached the desk.
He nodded, his dark eyes gleaming, though his expression gave nothing else away. He watched her in the warm glow of his office, taking in every beautiful line of his wife curled up in his chair, behind his desk. Though he refused to acknowledge it, the best thing that had happened to him had been when Katie jumped off the roof, because every day after he’d found her at the resort had been the best day of his life. She opened up to him like a flower, accepting their life together wholeheartedly and without reservation.
That didn't stop him from welding the door to the roof shut. For her own protection. Which in return didn't stop Katie from sneaking out a window and climbing up anyway to practice her dance and parkour skills when he was out working. Just to stay limber. Hey, what husband didn't know wouldn’t hurt him.
“Do you realize what you have done today, my love?” Roman asked, his dark eyes roving over her face.
“I helped you bring down the last Ramirez?” she asked, turning in the seat and placing her feet delicately on the floor. She crossed her long legs.
He nodded and tapped a thick, blunt finger against his lip, his dark eyes roving over her bare legs. “Yes, you did that, but you did so much more. You helped secure the Valdez cartel. Mi mujer helped to bring down the last of the enemy cartel and placed herself firmly as an equal at my side in the eyes of my men.”
Her gorgeous blue eyes shimmered up at him as he let the words sink in. She smiled, brilliantly, beautifully. “You trust me, Roman?” she asked, her lips quivering.
“Si, hermosa,” he agreed seriously. Then his eyes crinkled as he thought about it. “Well, I trust you to protect my back and the Valdez cartel anyway. But I definitely don’t trust you not to jump off the top of the damn house. Or not to break into a fucking art gallery or something. Come, baby, you must admit, you like the rush, no?”
She grinned at him. “Oh si, Roman, I love the rush! Not much you can do about that.”
He chuckled darkly. “I think there are some things I can do about that.”
She crossed her arms over her breasts and raised an eyebrow. “You think so? You think you can keep me satisfied?”
“Si, mi esposa. As a matter of fact, there is something Ramirez told me,” Roman began walking around the side of the desk, slowly and deliberately, giving Katie enough time to realize she was in trouble, but not enough to get away from him, “that makes me want to work on your little adrenaline addiction problem. Right. Fucking. Now.”
His last few words were said with enough deliberation and just a hint of anger that Katie knew Ramirez had spilled the beans on their meeting. Well crap, she’d really been hoping Roman would cut out the guy’s tongue before he could tell on her. Wasn’t that how these evil cartel dudes worked? Cut the tongue out then beat the guy to death. Damn it, had she gotten the whole torture thing backwards?
“Umm… about that,” Katie stammered then quickly swung the chair around so it was facing away from Roman and bolted.
Roman shoved the chair aside and easily caught her before she even made it two steps. Katie lamented her lack of appropriate footwear. She should've paired the dress with running shoes. Not that she would have made it far, given Roman’s longer stride and angry determination to intercept his devious wife, but she could have made it further than the desk. Now he had a surface to work with.
“Can we talk about this?” she asked as his hands tightened around her arms and he hauled her into his rock-hard chest. Her heels brought her to six feet so she was only four inches shorter than him. She tilted her head back and gave him a tremulous smile.
“You took the fucking knife off the man himself, correct? Then you kicked him in the balls, screamed like a banshee, kicked the man while he was down so he could grab you again and drag you to the floor. Nearly got yourself fucking raped and killed in his stinking shack. Tell me if any part of this story is wrong? Woman, you are fucking insane!” Roman growled at her, his voice rising with each sentence.
Katie’s eyes widened. Freaking Domingo had really talked. Next time she’d cut out the guy’s tongue herself before she left Roman a wedding present that could potentially talk. “Uhhh… umm… well, technically…” Katie stalled while he glared down at her, “he was already rolling around on the floor when I took the knife off of him because I’d already kicked him in the balls at that point. Really, the big problem was when I went in for an extra kick. I underestimated how hurt he was. I didn't think he'd be able to grab me and drag me down let alone strangle me a bit… and, oh… you didn't know that part, did you?”
Roman’s snarl of fury was answer enough. Domingo had not told him about the partial strangulation. But Katie had. Well, confession complete. Her big, towering, angry husband now knew exactly how close she’d come to death in that disgusting, smelly cabin. Oops. The domestic bliss of the past several days had really helped her forget what a scary bastard Roman Valdez could be. Never underestimate the devil you know.
“Why the fuck didn't you just leave when you couldn't find the dagger?” he asked from between gritted teeth, his hands tightening on her arms to the point of pain. “He could have killed you.”
“I’d already come that far. And besides, I needed the dagger so I could show you I was your equal,” she whispered, begging him with her eyes to understand.
“You were always my equal, Katie. Fuck, woman, you were better than me in every way. Why do you think I followed you around like a dog on a leash?” he groaned. “I locked you up because you are breakable. Couldn’t take the thought of anything happening to you.”
A smile tilted the edge of her lip. “Unless you’re the one doing something to me.”
He spun her around so she was facing the desk. His hands went to the top of her dress. He didn’t give her a chance to protest before her dress was in shreds on the floor. He rocked his hips into her ass while jerking her shoulders into his chest.
He breathed in her ear, “Fuck woman, you deserve everything I give you.”
She reached over her head to pull him into her, loving the way he knew exactly how to sink his teeth into her flesh until she was shivering in his hands and creaming her panties. “I want it all, Roman.”
He took her by the neck and shoved her over the desk, pushing papers, pens and her laptop to the side. She moaned when he brushed his broad thumb across her delicate pulse point before moving to spread his hand across her upper back. She had deliberately worn a tiny white lace thong, knowing he would likely tear it from her body when he came home. She wasn’t wrong. The panties came away with a stinging snap, leaving Katie gasping and her pussy flooding in anticipation. She knew Roman would be amped up, savage and in need of blowing off some steam after his morning… activities. Even if Domingo hadn’t told him the particulars of Katie’s little escapade.
Roman kicked her legs further apart until she was completely exposed to him. She tried to relax so it would hurt less, but she knew what was coming and it was impossible not to tense in both anticipation and fear. Though Roman was undoubtedly turned on, he was also angry that she’d taken her prank with Domingo a few dozen steps too far. She could have easily proven her point with Roman and not put her life at risk.
His hand fell full force on her ass, rocking her body into the hardness of the desk. Motherfucker that hurt! Yes, he was definitely pissed about the Domingo thing and not holding back. This was no erotic spanking meant to amp up her desire. Husband dearest was proving a point for the next time Katie intended to put herself at risk to prove her own point. He might not lock her up again, but he was definitely willing to find other ways to punish his headstrong, manipulative wife.
Katie held her cries in for as long as she could while he spanked her ass, alternating cheeks until she was sure her posterior was going to catch fire. Finally, she gave him what he wanted and let the screams loose. She begged him to stop and tried to reach behind her and slap at his arm. He took her wrist and held it against her lower back while he continued to work her ass over. His final strike landed right between her legs. Her cheeks flared red at the wet sound his hand made. To make matters worse, he brought his fingers, wet with her juices, up to her face.
“Suck,” he ordered, his voice hoarse with restrained excitement.
Katie opened her mouth and licked his fingers. They were hot from slapping so violently against her ass and they tasted both sweet and tart, like her. She moaned and sucked them deep into her mouth, giving him just the edge of her teeth to show him a little violence of her own. She opened her eyes to meet his and seeing the barely leashed heat, smiled wickedly up at him.
“You like to suck, baby,” he growled.
“Mmhmm…” she moaned around his fingers.
He pulled his fingers out of her mouth, ignoring her grumble of disappointment. Dragging her off the desk, he gripped her arm and pushed down until she was kneeling on the floor. She stared up at him, loving his sexy black jeans. They looked so damn good on his long, muscular legs. She reached up his thighs and rubbed like a cat while he unbuckled his thick leather belt and unzipped the pants. He pulled his vest off and then yanked his black T-shirt off impatiently.
“You okay for this, hermosa?” he asked, pulling his engorged, veined cock from the denim.
Katie nodded eagerly and reached for him, her smaller hand covering his. Her lashes fluttered shut as she licked him, realizing that this was the first time she’d had the pleasure of taking Roman into her mouth. He was a generous, but impatient man. He always wanted his tongue somewhere on or in her. He rarely had the patience to allow Katie free reign with his body. As she flicked her tongue against the broad purple tip of his penis, taking his precum into her mouth and savouring his flavour, she determined there would be a whole lot more tasting of Roman in her future. Damn, he tasted good!
He let her set the pace while she explored him with unhurried movements. She could tell from the constant tensing and releasing of his muscles that he was having difficulty controlling himself. The small… okay, large… sadistic streak in her was enjoying the fair turnabout on her playtime. She continued to suck and lick at her leisure, exploring every inch of him until she was ready to move down and explore the heavy sac underneath with her lips and tongue.
His hands landed on her head and pulled her off with a forcible tug. Katie would have gone sprawling if he hadn't had a good grip on her hair. She gasped when he hauled her to her feet with a growl. She cried out in pain when her ass met the hard wood of the desk as he picked her up and dropped her on the hard surface. He pulled her legs up over his arms and, without giving her time to adjust, slammed into her in one thrust. Katie arched back on the desk and reached over her head to grip something, anything to relieve the pressure of his brutal entry. Now she knew what happened when she teased the beast with her tongue, and it was exquisite!
Roman gripped her by the waist and slammed into her over and over, grunting with each thrust. He drove them both higher and higher with each savage thrust of his hips into Katie’s tight body. She thought she would die from the pleasure and pain as it merged and stole her breath. She could hear the whimpers escaping from her throat and wanted to snatch them back so she could make a sound that was sexier, but it was the best she could manage. Roman was wild and untamed. He demanded the same from her.
“Going to come!” she managed to yell as he continued to jerk her body into his.
He grunted something at her, but she didn’t know what. She heard something crash to the floor and shatter, she spared a brief second to hope it wasn't her laptop before she was soaring over the edge of a towering orgasm. She felt the silken glide of fluid as it slid from her body and stroked Roman’s cock while he continued to slam into her, harder and faster than before. He flared wider, his grip on her waist clenching until she knew there would be bruises. Untamed. He came with a roar, filling her with hot semen.
She was a little disappointed she hadn’t gotten to taste it. Maybe next time she would convince him to come in her mouth instead. She could imagine how that conversation would end. It would probably take a few conversations before she would convince him. Roman stood, looked down at her for a moment, his expression unreadable and then staggered backward to collapse in the leather chair. Katie pushed herself up on the desk and watched unabashedly as her gorgeous husband tucked himself back into his jeans and zipped up. When he finished, he beckoned her over.
She eagerly climbed off the desk and into his arms, cuddling close against his warm chest. She lazily traced the tattoo of her name with a fingertip, enjoying the way he watched her from beneath hooded eyes. His expression rarely gave anything away, but Katie always knew what he was thinking.
She stretched one long leg out and asked innocently, “You like my shoes? I wasn't sure if I was going to wear them today, but they seemed fitting since you were going to catch a snake.”
He chuckled and tucked her leg back so it was curled in his lap again. “I like them. They suit you. Definitely like fucking you in them.”
She giggled. “I noticed that.”
He trailed a hand over his hip, drifting it over her reddened ass cheek. He frowned when she flinched. “You’ll be okay?” She wasn’t sure if he was asking her or telling her.
She shrugged and said mischievously, “Until the next time I do something to piss you off.”
He stiffened and reaching for her chin, tilted her face up to his. Growling, he demanded, “You plan on doing something stupid, esposa?”
“Well…” Katie said, biting her lip and lowering her eyes so he couldn't see them. And then, in honour of their partnership, she sighed and decided to give him the truth. She rolled her eyes toward the far corner of his office. “You see that empty section of wall over there by that bookshelf. I think I can get my hands on a Carlo Cignani's Madonna and Child. Your fault, really, for lying about having a seventeenth century Virgin Mary. Now I’m obsessed with getting my hands on one and I know exactly who doesn’t deserve to keep his locked up in a lonely vault in New Zealand… and why are you looking at me like that?”
THE END