Page 8 of Bad Blood
Me:I wouldn’t be wasting my time if I wasn’t. You aren’t backing out on me, are you?
Teo: No, but once it’s done, there’ll be no coming back from it.
That was the point.
Me:Good.
Teo: They will eventually find out it was you, they always do.
Me: I’m counting on it.
When Miguel does find me, I’ll be ready. At least he is being given a chance to fight back. Something he never gave my father. Miguel deserves much more than death, and more is what he will get. I set my phone down after I read what I need to know and pull onto the road. He is still going to do the job and that’s all I cared about. I wasn’t paying him for his concern for my life or his warnings. I had some time to kill before my next job and I know the perfect way to do it. It’s time to see what my little prince is up to. He may not be mine yet, but he is on his way. He will soon be my personal plaything, my new pastime, my revenge.
9
Mateo
Aweek goes by and I don’t hear anything from the stranger. No notes in my pockets, no surprises in front of any of the parties I attend with Santiago. I’m starting to think I will never see him again, but I thought that before too. I walk into the tux shop and the lady already is holding my suit in her hands. It’s black and plain and there is nothing special about it. It’s an unspecial outfit for an even less special day.
I grab it from her hands and look it over one more time, as if it would look any better in my hand than it did hers. She points to a back dressing room. “You can try it on in there,” she says in Spanish. I nod and when I turn around to ask her if anyone else is here, she is already gone. I pull back the curtains and there are more curtains separating me from the other dressing rooms. I bend down to untie my shoes and set them to the side. Then I freeze when I see a pair of shoes that aren’t mine, standing behind me. I swallow hard, slowly standing up. I didn’t know what would happen when I turned around. A familiar scent fills the air, one I’ve been in the company of more than once. I undo my belt and undo my pants, letting them slip down to the floor. Stepping out of them, I kick them to the side. When I turn around my eyes are met with those same dark mysterious brown ones.
“Hello again, Mateo.” I bite my lower lip and snatch my slacks from his hands. “I wasn’t aware this was a service this place offered.”
He chuckled and it was deep and unsettling. The most disturbing part about it is he manages to do it without so much as a smirk on his face. Who laughs without smiling? Probably a man I should be afraid of, but my heart is beating for a reason that has nothing to do with fear. “You know, I would think you would be wearing something much nicer to your own funeral.”
I scuff while tugging on my perfectly tailored pants. “For your information, I’m getting married. And if I were you, I’d leave before my fiancé finds you in my dressing room.” Unnaturally as the words slipped out of my mouth, deep down inside I was hoping he would stay.
“I guess it’s a good thing you aren’t me then, huh?” He cocks his head to the side, holding up my dress shirt. I slip out of the one I’m wearing, letting the maroon garment fall to the floor. He eyes me up and down with a mixture of curiosity and heat flowing in his eyes. My belly goes tight as his fingers trace the front of my corset, zig zagging across the embroidered designs. The same fingers I imagine tugging at my cock a week ago when I was alone in my bed. “I wasn’t expecting this. You really are full of surprises aren’t you, little prince. It’s pretty, just like you.”
He continues to move his hand down the red silky material, falling to the black ties in the back. “Very pretty.”
My breath catches in my throat when he takes one of my nipples between his teeth. He is so smooth and quick when he does it, that I don’t see it coming. I don’t pull him away and no part of me wants to. I enjoy the warmth of his gentle tongue lapping at the hard nub. He continues to bite and suck, and I hold back a moan. Moving to the other nipple, he flicks at it and the sting both has me flinching in pain and arousal. His tongue is soothing when it swipes against it. “You like that, huh? What do you think Santiago would say about me touching what’s his?”
I gasp when his wandering hand slides down the front of my pants. “I’m not his. I belong to no one.”
“Not yet you don’t.” His hand slides further beneath my underwear. His fingers wrapping around my cock is much better than my fantasies. His fingers are rougher and bigger than mine. The rubbing and tugging has me thrusting my hips forward. “So fucking responsive. Tell me little prince, has anyone ever touched you here before?” The rough bed of his thumb slides over my slit causing me to shudder. I shake my head, unable to form words.
By the sound of his mocking tone, you would think he was smiling, but when I peer up at him, his face remains expressionless and unreadable. “How about here?” His other hand slides in the back of my pants, slipping between the cleft of my ass. My breath quickens when his fingers softly graze my hole. “Or here?”
“Ahh...no.”
His eyebrow lifts and his eyes grow darker, and there’s a hint of possessiveness flowing through them. “Not even your fiancé?”
I shake my head, with my heartbeat pounding loud in my ears. His fingers press further and my cheeks squeeze around the intrusion. “Mmm...so pure and innocent. Are you sure you’re a Jeventino?”
“Finding lovers isn’t exactly something that’s easy for the son of a cartel boss.”
His fingers slip out of my pants, and my ass clenches from the loss. “But there was no trouble finding a husband, was there? Tell me, why is your father so suddenly accommodating?” His other hand continues to massage my cock. “And why Santiago? Has your father really become that desperate? Business must not be good.”
I’m too distracted by his stroking fingers and his captivating gaze. Maybe it was meant to be intimidating or threatening, but all it did was cause shivers to run down my spine in the best ways. “Why all the questions? Are you one of my father’s rivals? Are you the reason many of his men are going missing?”
He shakes his head. “Your father is the only reason for that. He is his own worst enemy and doesn’t know it. Maybe it’s time Miguel Jeventino stands down and lets someone else take over. He’s fighting a losing battle at the rate he’s going.”
His hand quickens, pulling my cock out over my underwear. “You are pretty everywhere. It makes sense. Santiago always did appreciate pretty things. Why he hasn’t touched the prettiest thing he owns is beyond me.”
His fingers slide up and down my length, and when I attempt to fuck into his fist, he presses a hand to my hip. “No,juguete. You only move when I tell you to move.”
Those words shouldn’t affect me the way they do. Every day of my life people tell me what to do and when to do it. Shouldn’t this be no different? Instead of being degraded, I can feel the shackles that have been there since birth release their hold on me. His fingers tighten their grip, stroking me faster and my balls contract. Warm sensations flow through my belly and my cum is spilling over his fingers. He doesn’t stop until I’ve expelled every last drop. My legs grow unsteady and my hands grab hold of him. His muscles flex against my fingers. “Ohhh...I...” I forgot everything we were talking about. This guy could be planning to kill me in my weakest moment, and I wouldn’t know it. If I died right now, it would be worth it. Especially being able to watch him lift his fingers to his mouth, sucking and licking at my cum as if it was the sweetest candy.
