Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 74620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
“O-oh God, V-V-Victor,” I mumble, nausea following me around like a shadow at the thought of someone’s flesh on fire. It sounds horrific, sickening, but there’s no way I can argue with him and tell him he did something wrong.
He did it for me.
“And you know what, sweetheart,” Victor tells me. “It made my dick so hard, all I wanted to do was fuck you, so you didn’t have to ever remember what he did to you.” Even though I know Victor would never hurt me, I don’t know if I could feel happy with having someone touch me sexually again.
The pain between my legs was nothing compared to the moment he pulled out of me and painted my body with his sticky seed. He was so pleased with himself that he didn’t see the men coming up behind him.
“I… I…”
“Don’t speak,” Victor says. “I know you’re nowhere near ready for that.” He keeps his voice low, there’s a promise in his tone, in his words. “But when you are, I’ll remove every trace of him. It will start with my mouth, over and over again. Then, when you’re used to that, it will be with my fingers. And finally, once you’re healed, once you beg me for it, I’ll push my cock into you.”
He trails his knuckles over my cheek, wiping away the tears that are now falling freely. I can feel the anger emanating off him, I felt it the day he saved me. And I have a feeling, I’ll be feeling it over the course of the next few months, years even.
I don’t know if it’s guilt, or if it’s shame that he didn’t get to me on time, but deep down, when I look into those golden eyes, I know he loves me. He told me the moment I fell into his arms, and when he picked me up off the ground, he held me as if I was in pieces and he was attempting to put me back together.
He cups my cheeks and rests his face against the top of my head. The gesture is simple; yet, it speaks volumes in the silence of the room. I keep my eyes closed, focusing on the sleepiness that’s slowly overtaking me.
It feels like I’ve slept for weeks. Months even. “Victor.” His name is a plea on my lips, escaping easily as he holds onto me. I would’ve died if he didn’t make it on time. The operation was a success, and I cry because my father isn’t here.
“I will make this better,” he vows quietly, and if it was any noisier in the room, I wouldn’t have heard him. “I’ll make it all go away.”
“You’ve already made me better,” I whisper against his chest. “All that’s missing is my dad,” I tell him, and he stills, his body turning rigid. Fear worms its way through my body, and I wonder if he did something. I know my father had to pay for stealing, but surely Victor didn’t kill him.
“He will be here to see you soon,” he promises, and I breathe a sigh of relief. He wouldn’t lie to me. I know he wouldn’t. It’s one thing he always told me; his word is law. He never breaks a promise, and this time, I pray he isn’t just saying it to abate me. My eyes flutter closed. Victor moves away, pressing his mouth against mine, before he smiles. “Go to sleep, I’ll be here when you wake.”
I’m held safely in the arms of Victor’s promise, as I allow my body to relax and sleep to take hold. When I wake up, I hope both the men I love will be here.
“I love you, juguete.”
35
Victor
I didn’t want to leave her, but I needed to come here before she wakes up again. I promised her the one thing that I never thought I would do, and I’m a man of my word. For her, I would do anything—beg, borrow, and steal. I’ve killed for her, and I would certainly, happily, do it again.
When I pull up to the remote safehouse, I find Hector outside. He’s looking better. After I made him pay for stealing from me, I had my men clean him up and move him out here, so Rodrigo couldn’t find him. As much as I wanted him dead, I knew the moment I put a bullet in his head, my girl would hate me forever and that wasn’t something I could live with.
She was mine before I realized, before I admitted it. Javier saw it, though. He knew the moment he looked at me, and even though I wanted to deny it, I couldn’t. Exiting the vehicle, I make my way up to the porch.
“Mr. Cordero.” He looks at me with a smile. “It’s good to see you.”