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  “That was invigorating. Thank you,” she says, wiping the sweat off her forehead and then her chest. A huge smile on her face

  “It was. Ready for dinner?” I ask even though dinner is the furthest thing from my mind.

  “Oh my God, yes,” she says looking at her watch.

  “How about we take my car? I am not sure I could fold into yours.” I laugh she giggles, and the sound goes straight to my balls

  “Sounds good. Where did you want to go? I am not dressed for anything fancy.”

  “Pizza? Tony’s on Mountain Avenue is pretty good.” I suggest

  “I love Tony’s,” she says putting her gear back into her gym bag.

  “Excellent,” I say leading her out to my Porsche Cayenne SUV.

  “Nice ride,” she says buckling her seatbelt. The pizza place isn’t too far from the gym and we are there in no time. Over dinner, I learn about my future wife. She’s got a hint of darkness behind her eyes that I can’t wait to explore. I need to know what makes her tick.

  Back in the car, I take her hand in mine and she doesn’t shy away from my touch and I take that as a good sign.

  “Where to now?” I know where I want it to go, but she should decide. “I can take you back to your car.” She’s quiet for a minute or two. The silence is deafening.

  “How about your place?” she asks throwing me off guard for a second. I was hoping but didn’t expect that so soon. For fuck’s sake, I am going to own her, body and soul, before this night is over.

  “Done.”

  Chapter Three

  Carmen

  What the fuck am I doing? Who in their right mind goes to a random man's house to get laid? A desperate woman who has decided to fight for her life fight for what is hers, that's who. I have never had so much fun with another person. I didn't have to act a certain way or worry about anything. I was one hundred percent myself for the first time in years and I have never felt so free. Even though dinner was pizza, it was the best I had ever had not just because the food was good but because the company was good as well.

  I never thought that I would like the man my father set me up to marry but he turns out to be the most amazing man I’ve ever met. No man had ever looked at me the way he does like he wants to devour me. He was hanging on my every word all the while undressing me with his eyes. If he knew what my father really did would he look at me differently? Would he think I was like my father?

  Hector is smart, sweet, and fun but underneath that, there is a lethal grace to him that only comes from being completely comfortable with yourself. I want that. I want to be the woman he deserves. The woman he doesn't have to marry but one he wants to.

  I am going to be that woman even if it kills me. No more waiting. I am going to get the rest of the information I need tonight and give it to Hector tomorrow or die trying. I shake my head and look back at the man who is changing my life without even knowing it. Before I know it, we are pulling up to a long driveway. I think he's going to stop at a huge house, but he continues up the driveway and comes to a stop in front of a smaller, but just as lavish house. He gets out of the car, walks around to my side and opens the door. He reaches in with his hand and I put mine in his, his big callused hand intertwines with my much smaller one. We walk us up the cobblestone path towards what I am guessing is his house.

  “Wow, it’s beautiful,” I say in wonder after he has shown me around his home. I was expecting it to be all man-cave esque, but it is done in creams, dark browns, and blues with an open floor plan downstairs. I turn to look at him and gasp when I see how close he is to me. He’s so tall that I have to tilt my head back to look at him. His dark brown eyes are devouring me.

  “Hell, I am trying to be patient with you, Princess but you make it so hard. Having you in my home is everything I imagined it would be. I keep picturing you naked in every room.” I bite my lip and blush at his crass words. He wraps one arm around my waist and the other goes into my hair. He pulls me closer to him and runs the tip of his nose along my neck, breathing me in. I shiver. “Fuck, I want to fill you so full of my seed that you get knocked up with two babies and not just one.” He groans and nips the sensitive skin on the side of my neck. Oh my God, that is the hottest thing I've ever heard. I whimper.

  “Then what are you waiting for?” I sass, nipping his ear, he growls low and pulls back enough to look me in the eyes.

  “Because Princess, I wasn’t planning on taking you our first time in the hallway." I look around.

  "Why not the hallway?" He chuckles.

  “Because I can’t worship your sexy body properly against the wall.” He kisses me then. Not just any kiss though, a toe-curling earth-shattering kiss that people only dream of. It definitely is going down as the world's best first kiss. I don't even realize we are moving until my knees hit the side of his bed. He breaks away from our kiss, breathing heavily. He steps back and pulls his shirt over his head with one hand. I blush, sweet mother Mary. He looks like a Greek God his big chest is covered in hard muscle and dusted with chest hair he has abs for days and the sexiest happy trail that leads to, my mouth pops open and my eyes go round as saucers as he takes off his pants. Suddenly, I am super grateful that he didn't just slam into me in the hallway because I have no idea how all of him will fit inside me. “Strip, Princess. I want to see what’s mine.” I blush and do what he asks, never taking my eyes off of him. I want to see his reaction to me. When I am standing in front of him naked, his breathing becomes labored and he makes a fist with his hands like he doesn't know where to touch me first. His eyes have zeroed in on my wet pussy. “Fuck, you are perfect,” he says in a gravelly voice. “Get on the bed and spread your thighs, Princess. I want to eat that ripe little cunt of yours.”

  “You want to what?” I ask. Do guys really do that? He stalks toward me until his hard chest brushes against mine and his huge cock is pushed up against my stomach.

  “Are you telling me no man has ever gone down on you before, Carmen? No one has tasted that sweet juicy cunt of yours?” he questions as he runs his hands down my sides and grabs my hips.

  “Um, that would require a man ever going anywhere near my lady bits and no man has ever been anywhere close to down there.” I blurt out, my hands running through his chest hair. He growls and picks me up tossing me on the bed. I squeal and land in the middle of the bed, my legs spread wide.

  “You telling me I'm the only man who ever gets to have this cunt, baby?” He growls, following me down. I nod my head, eyes wide as he settles in between my open thighs. “Fuck, that's so hot. Knowing you waited for me.” I'm about to run my smart mouth when he leans forward and licks my pussy. My head drops back, and I moan at the same time his groan vibrates my sensitive clit. I come just like that, with just a little touch. He pulls back in shock then grins. “So responsive. Let’s see how many times I can get your pussy to come on my face before I make you come all over my hard cock.”

  “Oh, God,” I cry.

  He eats my pussy like I'm a fucking buffet and I come two more times. I am in the middle of my third orgasm when he slams into me, tearing through my innocence. I scream from the pleasure/pain of it. my nails digging into his back. He groans and kisses my lips.

  “Fuck, you are so tight, Carmen. I'm never going to last.” I whimper as he pulls back half an inch then moan when he thrusts back in. “Hell, I love all those pretty little sounds your making.” He does it again, only this time he pulls almost all the way out, just leaving the head of his cock in before slamming back into me. I moan and wrap my legs around his waist, he drops down to his forearms and starts thrusting into me.

  “Oh, God. That feels so good, Hector. Just like that,” I moan. He slams in and hits me in just the right place, and I come screaming his name causing him to growl.

  “Give me one more, Princess. Fuck, I'm going to come so deep inside your unprotected cunt.” his naughty words are my undoing I come screaming his name. He roars and I feel his cock get even bigger before he slams into me o
ne more time. Then rope after rope of his come fills my pussy. I moan and come all over him again. He groans and his head drops down to my chest, breathing heavily.

  “Oh wow. That was amazing,” I breathe, running my hands through his hair. He chuckles.

  “Amazing doesn't cover it, baby.” He pulls out of me and I whimper. “Stay. I’ll be right back.” Fuck, like I could move even if I wanted to. He comes back a few minutes later with a warm rag.

  “I can do that,” I say as he goes to clean me up. He shakes his head.

  “No, let me take care of you, Princess.” I fall a little in love with him at that moment. No one has ever wanted to take care of me before.

  After I am cleaned up, he throws the washcloth on the ground. He gets back on the bed and pulls me against his side, covering us both up with the sheet. I lay still for a second before finally relaxing into his arms.

  "No te preocupes princesa, yo nunca te haría daño. Conmigo estarás siempre a salvo," he says kissing the top of my head. Tears fill my eyes and I squeeze them shut trying to make them not fall.

  Snuggling deeper into his chest, he pulls me closer and sighs. He doesn't know it yet, but he is the only one who could ever really hurt me.

  Even though I promised I'd never give my heart to anyone, he’s managed to take mine without even asking.

  Chapter Four

  Junior

  When I woke up this morning, she was already gone. If it wasn’t for the scent of her perfume lingering on my sheets. When I roll over onto the pillow she used, I roll onto a piece of paper. Reaching over to the bedside lamp, I turn it on.

  Hector,

  I had to go to work. Call me later.

  Just in case my sexy stalker doesn’t have it, my number is 908-989-1869.

  XOXO

  Your Princess

  Grinning, I get out of bed to begin my day. After a hot shower, I call my girl. She answers on the second ring.

  “Hello?”

  “Hey Princess. How’s work?”

  “It’s God awful. I have to go to court today to take notes. Court is the worst part of my job.”

  “Isn’t that a big part of the job?” I ask. I don’t know much about paralegals, but I do know that much.

  “Yes, but I hate it. I only took the job for some freedom. I’ll call you later.”

  “Sounds good. Till then,” I say, hanging up.

  I go about my day, heading into my office. On my desk is a pile of paperwork that I need to get through. Most people think that the mafia is nothing but killing and breaking kneecaps, and while that is partly true, there are several businesses that I am in charge of. First in the pile, is signing the payroll checks for Little Havana, our restaurant in downtown Manhattan. Eco deals with figuring the shit out and I just sign the damn things. We use it as a front to launder money, but we are also proud of it. We employ the best Cuban chef, Tomas, in the world. Our reviews are through the roof as are our reservations. We are booked for months out, but this is just one of many things we have our hands in. We have a couple of strip clubs in Newark and Jersey City. We also have three night clubs scattered throughout New Jersey. We deal in shipping and light transfer loads as well. We also have a small gambling and loan side business going. I'm dealing with doling out punishments on defaulted loans when my phone rings again. It's midafternoon. I see that it's Carmen.

  "Princess, I wasn't expecting your call so soon," I say.

  "My father found out about us," she says without greeting.

  "So what? It was going to happen anyway."

  "He doesn't want me to be happy, Hector. When he thought this would be against my will, he was fine with it. But now that I am happy, that I stayed out with you all night willingly, he's refusing to let me leave the house again. He sent his men to my job and they drug me out."

  "They touched you. Touched what is mine?" I demand.

  "Yes. He's lost his damn mind. Please help me, Hector."

  "I'd like to see him try to keep me from you, Carmen. You are fucking mine. I thought I made that perfectly clear last night. I'll be there soon."

  "Wait. His inner circle will never let that happen. I went them dead. I want my piece of shit father dead. Say you'll help me," she says softly.

  "I'll help you, baby. Don't worry. I'll bring my brother and we'll be there soon."

  "I'll email you everything I've got on my dad and the inner circle. There are five of them."

  "Alright, baby. Stay safe."

  "I will," she says hanging up.

  It's taking everything in me to not storm her house and bring her to safety, but only a fool would go in there without backup. A dead fool. I try calling Benny, but he doesn't answer. I grab my guns, holster them and get in my truck. I don't find him in his rooms at the main house, so I pace the foyer waiting for him. Finally, the front door opens, and he enters with a woman.

  "Hey, hermano. What’s up?” he asks causing me to stop pacing.

  “Where the fuck have you been?” I demand.

  “Vegas. This is my wife, Pilar," he says with pride. I quickly pull her into a hug. I'm a little jealous that he's already gotten married.

  “Bienvenido a la familia Valladares, cuñada,” I say releasing her quickly.

  “Gracias, cuñado,” Pilar says giggling.

  “Did you need something, Junior?” Benny asks.

  “My future father-in-law is a dead man. He’s gone back on the arrangement and my fiancée is seeing red. She has ordered him dead and will be taking over.”

  “Boss?” Benny questions. Rightfully so. I am sure that I am not making any sense.

  “You are coming with me. Get your gear.”

  “Yes, of course. Pilar can help.”

  “Whatever you think is best. We leave in twenty minutes.”

  “Meet you at the truck,” he says taking Pilar’s hand and leading her up the stairs.

  Luis Abrantes will regret crossing me. Twenty-five minutes later, we are almost to the Abrantes compound.

  “You deal with these fucks. I’ll handle the rest," I order before

  running up the grand staircase. I hear shouting as I hit the landing and bullets from below. Following the shouts, I come to a partially opened door.

  "You little whore. You brought shame on your family. Did you

  bring this man to kill us? Who do you think you are? I should have had you killed when I had your whore mother killed," Luis shouts, bits of spittle flying from his mouth.

  "My mother wasn't a whore and the only person to bring shame down on us is you," Carmen replies calmly.

  "That's where you're wrong, Carmencita. She broke our marriage vows with her bodyguard. Had the nerve to ask me for a divorce. I had them both killed."

  "While I watched in horror. I saw everything. You broke your marriage vows too. I saw you with Celia, the maid."

  "Men don't keep marriage vows, Carmen. Don't forget that.

  There are different rules for men and women. Sadly, you won't see them," he says drawing his gun. I draw both of mine and push the door open so hard it slams against the wall, startling Luis but not Carmen. She just smiles serenely.

  "That's where you're wrong, Father. Very wrong." She pulls a knife from her thigh-high boot and flings it at him. It lands deep in his chest. Blood pools around the blade.

  He's dead before he even hits the ground.

  Chapter Five

  Carmen

  I stand in the doorway of my father's office trying to make myself go in. I’ve been here for ten minutes and I still can't bring myself to do it. It's been twenty-four hours since I killed my father. All of the dead bodies are long gone.

  Six hours ago, I claimed my rightful place as the head of this family. More people were thrilled about my father's departure than I thought would be. The only people that were close to him died the same day he did. My father's evil empire has crumbled and, in its place, only I remain.

  I fucking hate this room. If it were up to me, I would just burn the entire goddamn
place to the ground.

  "Are you alright, love?" Hector asks as he wraps his arms around me from behind.

  “I will be," I reply leaning into his touch. I am soaking in the comfort he is offering me.

  “You don't have to go in there if you don't want to, I can go through the things.” That’s where he is wrong. I do have to do it myself. I am done hiding. I turn around in his arms and place my hands on his chest and look up at him.

  “I might as well face my demons. Hector. Otherwise, they will always be here. It's time I let his hold loosen and take control of my life.”

  “Yes, but you don't have to fight them alone, Carmen. Just let me in, Princess. I’m not going anywhere.” I look away from his intense stare and clear my throat.

  “How do I let you in? I was taught to never let anyone in, Hector.” I pull out of his arms and walk into the office. “How do I know that you actually would want me? My father basically sold me to you. Fuck for all I know I could be one in a line of women that you have. I am very well aware that this was a business arrangement and not for love. You can’t ask me for things that are not yours to have.” I know I am lashing out, but I can’t let him get to close. He is the only human on this planet that has the power to hurt me. He growls and slams the door shut. I jump and my eyes snap up to his. His eyes darken. I take a step back and my ass hits the oversized wooden desk. He stalks towards me until he is right in front of me, his hard body pushed up against mine. He gives me another intense stare that I can feel in my soul.

  “Sweet Carmen, it sounds an awful lot like you are trying to come up with reasons not to be with me. Did I not fuck your virgin pussy, claiming you as mine? Did I not fuck you bareback so that I could plant my seed deep inside you?” My face flushes remembering just that. I bite my lip to keep from moaning out loud. His hand runs up my chest and circles around my throat. He puts the slightest amount of pressure on me, not enough so I can't breathe but more like a gentle caress, so I know who is in charge. I should be terrified, not fucking panting like a horny schoolgirl. My hands go to his waist. I grab his shirt in my fists. He leans closer until our lips are less than an inch apart. His other hand goes to my hip. “You are fucking mine and only mine. You will be my wife and I am never fucking letting you go.” He slams his lips on mine in a soul-consuming kiss. His hand tightens on my hip and I feel his hard cock push up against my stomach. He nips my bottom lip making me gasp. He lets it go then kisses me one more time before pulling back. “Don’t you know how much I love you, Princess. That I’m never going anywhere.” He growls. I shake my head as much as I can with his hand still on my throat.