Page 31 of His to Bedevil

Swallowing hard, I ask, “Do you regret doing what you did to me?”

“I did what I had to do,mi amor. But it doesn’t mean I hold no guilt for it.” Always so meticulous with his words.

He doesn’t regret it, but he is remorseful. I have no idea what to think of this revelation. I thought of the man as being ruthless and recalcitrant. No worries or guilt for anything, especially when he feels justified in doing so. I tried to steal from him, and so he would want to make a prime example out of me. Showing anyone who dares try to deceive him that they will not go unpunished.

Stroking my cheek with his thumb, he tilts his head back so his eyes can meet mine. My eyes keep glancing down at his luscious lips, and I’m afraid he’s going to kiss me. If he kisses me right now, there’s no doubt I’ll kiss him back. He just called me sublime and rubbed his erection against me to prove his point. My thin state doesn’t disappoint him because he finds me unattractive. It makes him ashamed of himself and his actions against me. “I think we’ve had enough excitement for one day. I need to get you back so you can rest.”

Blinking away the fantasy of his soft lips on mine, I go to step back to put a little distance between us. Instead, Alejandro pulls me even closer, and his lips slowly descend onto mine. His lips are warm and soft. I should be using my hands on his chest to push him away and use my knee to knee him in his junk, but once again my mind and my body are at war with one another. I clutch onto the lapels of his casual suit jacket and let his tongue travel into my mouth and stroke against mine. My head spins, and my body trembles in his arms. Before I begin moaning and dry humping him like I am one breath away from doing, he pulls back slightly, letting me keep my dignity. His forehead leans down against mine. “Never doubt my desire for you,mi pequita. It’s unwavering.” Then he leaves me standing there alone and utterly baffled.

Less than thirty minutes later, we’re back in the vehicle on the way home. Or to his home.Hishome, not mine. We ended up getting everything I tried on, plus some fashion jewelry and some makeup. Alejo told the woman to send him the bill, and he took me by the hand to leave.

On the car ride home, I stare blankly out the window, wondering how I am going to resist the Cuban king. How I will escape this with my heart still belonging to me.

Alejandro

Iwanted to taste her sweet papaya again, but she could hardly keep her eyes open on the way home. So, I carried her up to our room and helped her get ready for bed without groping her. She’s still a little frail, and seeing her feel so self-conscious in front of me tonight almost made me regret imprisoning her altogether.Almost.I have to continually remind myself that it was necessary and starving her was one of the only ways to torture her without marring her body. I’ve never shown a captive such leniency before.

I get her all tucked into bed, and her eyes close immediately, her breathing evening out. I want nothing more than to crawl under the covers with her, but once again I have neglected my obligations because of her.

With one more glance down at my Irma, I step out onto the terrace to call Berto. “Yeah.” He answers right away.

“Bring me up to date.”

Berto tells me that they had to go on a bit of a wild-goose chase, but they were able to capture him in the end. He’s still alive and breathing, but he isn’t unharmed. Apparently, he’s not just some geek that sits behind a computer screen or a little snake hiding in the grass. He’s a large guy and knows how to fight. Took down one of our guys permanently and injured a few others before he was taken down and contained. Now they’re on a flight to Cuba. Once the plane drops them off there, they’ll come and get us.

Calling my mother, I inform her that our trip is just slightly delayed, but she understands once I fill in her in about the hacker we had to retrieve first. I left out the part that it was Irma’s former partner and former lover. I’m still trying to forget that part myself. Also, I would like my mother to like Irma. Telling her about the fact that she was trying to steal money from me will not start them off on the right foot.

Heading back inside, I sit down with my laptop and catch up on a few things. Once I’m done, I climb into bed with Irma and pull her in close to me. She was lying on her back, and when I slide an arm underneath her and pull her in close, she lets out a small sigh and cuddles up to me unconsciously. Stroking her soft hair, I press my lips to the top of her head and breathe her in. I miss the citrusy smell she used to exude, but her natural pheromones have the same effect and are just as enticing.

“Good night,mi amor. Tomorrow we go home.”And soon after that, we’ll be married.

With a tiny smile on my face, I close my eyes and try to get some sleep. But all I can think about is Irma in a white dress. She’s glowing with pride and walking down the aisle toward me. She’s back to her healthy self, and she’s keen on marrying me. With time, she will learn to accept her new fate. I know she is attracted to me, and maybe she can even care for me, but it will all take time. Maybe I can even use this formerfriendof hers to help speed up the process a little. It’s the only leverage I might ever have over her, so I need to use it gingerly and calculate every move I make with her.

As much as it pains me, I really do need to keep the man alive. At least until she cares enough about me. The man on his way to be imprisoned at my home in Cuba might be my ticket to a happily ever after withmi amor. For both of us.

Irma once again sleeps in, not waking up till almost ten the next morning. Sleeping for ten hours. The doctor does a quick checkup on her, since it’ll be the last time he sees her for a while, and he says she’s on the right track. We have another doctor back in Cuba that can keep checking up on her. I have Dr. Bernard flown out for emergencies mainly.

Irma joins me at the table in our room for an early lunch, since she missed breakfast. She has already changed out of the T-shirt I dressed her in last night and changed into one of her new outfits. A pair of shorts and a pretty top. Her hair is twisted up on top of her head, and she’s still not wearing any makeup. She’s absolutely beautiful. None of the other women I’ve been with can even compare to her exotic beauty. Not only is she so beautiful, but she’s also intelligent and cunning. She’s so young, and yet she speaks five languages already. Her mind must be like a sponge to absorb that kind of education in such a short time.

“So, we leave for Cuba today?” she asks as she chews on a piece of bread. I only nod as I continue to do some work on my laptop. “Is that where Matches will be?” she asks with caution.

Clenching my teeth, I nod again then close my laptop to give her my focus. I ended up telling her in the nightthat we have Matches in our custody and he is alive. “When we get home to Cuba, there are some things I need from you.”

She freezes mid bite, and her mouth falls slightly open. “Things you need fromme? What makes you think—”

Holding up my hand, I cut her off. “When we get home, you’ll be meeting my mother.”

She places the bread back on her plate and leans forward. “Your mother? Do you live with your mother?”

“More like my mother lives with me, yes. The estate there is much larger than this one, and you will hardly see her. But when you do, you need to show her respect.”

“Or…?” She crosses her tiny arms and leans back again. Looking like a little brat I’d like to toss over my knee right now. The fleeting thought is enough to get my cock to stir inside my pants. I cannot wait to have her. I’m growing more and more impatient as the days drag on.

“Or yourfriendwill pay for it.” And I mean it too. Every time she is disobedient or uncooperative, I will make sure he suffers for it. He’s only alive because of her, but he will also die because of her if it comes to that.

She drops her arms, and the defiance drains from her face. “Fine. I’ll be perfectly polite to your dear mother,” she sasses.

Nodding my head in satisfaction, I open my laptop again, and she picks her food back up to nibble on it. “Does your mother know how much of a monster you are?” she mutters, and I glance up from the screen to look at her.

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