“Tell me again, King,” I whispered, and he smiled as he held me, his face inches away from mine. I could almost taste him…I could kiss him if I wanted to, but I needed to hear his voice.
“You’re with me, Valentina. Nothing is going to happen to you here. I’m going to keep you safe,” his voice was hoarse and relaxed at the same time. And in the same breath, I felt his cock slide into me. I gasped and bobbed up in his arms.
He was big and strong, and his cock had smoothly pushed through my wet folds and was buried deep inside me. I could feel my eyes glazing over; only his voice was stuck in my head. All I could hear was him.
I whimpered as I dug my nails into his biceps, holding him tighter. He moved his hips, pulling his cock out of me and then sliding it inside me right after.
“Look at me while I fuck you, Valentina. I want you to look me in the eye. Tell me you trust me,” he was speaking firmly like it was a command…and I obeyed. I turned my eyes to him. He looked strong and masculine and like he meant every word he was telling me.
I parted my lips, still in a daze. His cock was deep inside me, sliding in and out with smooth thrusts.
“I trust you, King. You are the only one I’ve ever trusted,” I said, and his nostrils flared. He pushed his cock into me with a sudden force, and I gasped again.
“I don’t want to hurt you, but I can’t control myself,” he said, knocking his forehead against mine. Our breathings were heavy and labored. I could hear my heart beating as I gave myself up to him.
“You’re not hurting me. I want this,” I cried, and my orgasm came pouring down on me. I gritted my teeth, and my eyes rolled back. I could feel myself shaking in his arms as I came. King shot his seed into me too. He groaned and shook as he came, burying himself deep inside me. I could feel myself soaring.
By the end of our orgasms, we were both laughing.
This could easily have been the happiest day of my life. The first time, ten years ago, when he first made love to me, took my virginity…I’d felt something similar, but nothing like this. Now, I was free of my father and the gang, and I could give myself to King completely.
He picked my panties up and handed it to me. I pulled it back on, and the whole time, he was watching me from under his heavy lids.
“Are you trying to memorize this moment?” I asked him with a smile, as I smoothened my hair with my hands.
“I don’t have to because this is just the first of many,” he said and grabbed my wrist, he pulled me to himself again. We kissed and left the church’s laundry room with my arm linked in his.
Our feet scraped against the stone floor of the hallway as we walked back towards the altar.
“What do we do if the priest sees us now? He’ll know that we were alone in here,” I said in a whisper, the color rising in my cheeks again.
“It’ll be our little secret then. Just between the three of us,” he said, as we walked out into an empty altar. The priest and the rest of the parish were long gone, and I laughed aloud openly once again.
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I decided to walk back to Moira’s place. King told me that he had some stuff to take care of and I decided that I needed the fresh air, even though he insisted on calling me a cab. After some convincing, King finally relented and let me walk back home.
I walked the whole way with a smile on my face, and I found myself humming a tune as well. I just couldn’t wrap my head around how well everything had worked out. I knew I would have to wait just some more time until King could sort out the trouble with the gang and after that, I could move in with him, and we could finally start living our lives together.
I saw the black Mercedes pulled up outside Moira’s building, the moment the avenue came into view. I squinted my eyes to see, but the windows were tinted. A sudden cold fear had gripped my belly the moment I saw the car; I knew something was wrong.
I looked over my shoulder and saw that I was completely alone and whoever was inside the car, would have seen me already. If they wanted to cause me any harm, all they would have to do would be to follow me down the street. I was on foot after all.
So, my best bet would have been to somehow make it past the car, into the building and to lock myself up in Moira’s apartment. Keeping my head down and my face turned away, I tried to pick up pace and rush towards the entrance.
I had crossed the car, and I fumbled with the lock on the door, and before I had even put the key in; I’d heard the sound of the car door opening.
“Valentina, where are you going sweetheart?” I heard a voice behind me, and immediately, I knew it was Juan. I would have recognized that voice anywhere. My hands shook as I tried to get the key in the lock, my body quivering with fear, and I heard his footsteps behind me.
A hand reached over my shoulder to keep the door shut and slowly, with my breath caught in my throat, I turned to look at him. He had a greasy smile pasted across his face, and he was looking down at me with accomplishment. I winced, as he brought a hand towards my face, tracing the faded and hidden outline of the bruise on my jaw.
“You’ve done a good job of covering it up, beautiful,
” he said, and my skin crawled from his touch.
I yanked myself away from him, glaring deep into his eyes. I couldn’t believe that he’d found me.
“Get away from me, Juan! I’m under the protection of the Rogue Rebels now!” I barked at him, which only made him smile a little wider.