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“Not in the warehouse, I suppose he knew that I couldn’t go anywhere,” I told him and looked shiftily away. I was getting closer to the point in the story where I would have to tell him what Juan eventually did.
He saw it in my eyes; he knew something else had happened. I gulped and licked my lips.
“I thought I could make a phone call. To Papi or anyone outside. Juan’s cell phone was in the pocket of his pants, and I thought nobody was looking, so I reached for it…” I said and nearly choked on my own words. Jesus came rushing towards me, knelt down beside me again and reached for my hand.
“He caught you, didn’t he?” he said, in a low, breathy voice and I had no other choice but to nod my head.
“He punched me, I fell, and then they pulled me up and forced me to watch again,” I said, and I could feel the tears trickling down my cheeks.
He reached for a teardrop, running his finger along the length of my cheek to catch it. When he brought his finger away, he was staring into my eyes. My lips were quivering; I couldn’t say a word or make a sound.
“You’re safe now, Valentina, I’m going to make sure that you don’t ever have to witness something like that ever again,” he said and fixed his hands on the back of my head, interlocking his fingers together.
I nodded and tried to smile, and realized that there was a throbbing ache at the back of my head now.
“I remember what he did to you…to the other kids, he was cruel,” I cried and he took in a deep breath.
“He was older and more experienced,” he said.
“And a lick-ass. Papi thought he was a loyal warrior for the gang, I bet he never thought that he could get out of hand, that Juan would one day kidnap his own daughter,” I said, my voice shook as I spoke. Jesus stroked my hair, peering into my eyes and then he stood up abruptly.
“I’m going to take care of him, Valentina,” I heard him say, and he turned from me and walked over to the window in the room. Only the lamp on the bedside table was switched on. The rest of the room was dark, and there was an unsettling silence both outside and inside the room, so much so that I could hear Jesus breathing.
He was looking outside, and I slipped my legs off the bed. He had no idea how safe I felt when he was here with me. How overjoyed I was when I saw that he had returned. I hadn’t expected to see him again so soon. I expected him to be caught up with the MC’s work, and yet he had made time for me and returned.
I walked up to him and placed a hand on his back. Jesus whipped around to look at me, and I saw that his dark eyes were sparkling.
“I’ve thought about you every day,” he said gruffly, and I gulped.
“I shouldn’t ever have left,” I said, and he stepped closer to me, my hand grazed his solid muscular chest now.
“You had to leave, to make a better life for yourself. You shouldn’t ever have come back,” he said and placed his hands on my waist.
“I wouldn’t have seen you again if I didn’t,” I managed to say, just as his lips met mine. We were kissing again, his tongue sliding over my lips and thrusting into my mouth to claim me.
He lifted me up by my waist, and I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer to myself. His crotch against mine. I could feel the hot throbbing of his cock, through the rough material of his jeans. I was just as turned on as he was, and he knew it.
“I’ve dreamt about you for so long, Valentina, burning with jealousy every time I thought of you with someone else,” he said when he pulled his lips away from me. He was carrying me towards the bed again. I smiled at him.
“There weren’t many others, Jesus. And nobody came close,” I said, and he plonked me on the bed, the back of my head bouncing on the mattress as he laid me down.
He jumped on me, pinning me down to the bed as he started raining a shower of kisses on my chin, neck, my breasts…he lifted the t-shirt up so he could gain access to my belly and he kissed it too before his fingers lingered on the spot between my thighs. My juices were wetting my panties as well as the thin cotton material of the pajamas, and he slipped his forefinger roughly between my legs. He stroked my pussy, and the friction and motion made my body writhe with pleasure.
I reached for him, my fingers weaving through his hair as I pressed my eyes closed and bit down on my lip.
It was like we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. The moment we were alone together, we pounced on each other hungrily. Jesus was watching me, looking at the effect he had on my body.
When he left the bed, my eyes flew open in panic. One minute he was stroking my pussy with his fingers and the next, he wasn’t anymore. I panicked that it was all just a dream, that he wasn’t even in the room with me. When I opened my eyes, I found that he was undressing.
I watched him, as I lay there on the bed, watched his clothes coming off piece by piece as he discarded them to the floor. His body was revealed, those chiseled muscles, his heaving shoulders, the tattoo in the center of his chest. No man even came close to being as sexy as he was, and I rotated my hips, arching my back in a primal, instinctual dance to lure him back to me.
I saw a smile flicker on his face as he watched me, wanting him.
“No woman has this effect on me, Valentina,” he said and came closer to me, hooking his fingers on the frayed elastic band of my pajamas. He had it slipped down to my ankles in a second, and I pressed my thighs together. I could feel the sticky juices on my skin now where my pussy left its traces.
His hands were rough on my body as he yanked the t-shirt off over my head. Jesus’ eyes glowed, like a child who had set his sights on an ice cream cone; when he saw that I wasn’t wearing a bra. He reached for my breasts, cupping them, squeezing…making sure that my desire for him reached uncontrollable heights.
“Get on your knees,” he growled gruffly as he positioned himself at the edge of the bed.
