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“I mean, has she called him since you rescued her? Has she asked for a phone or requested to make a phone call so she can get in touch with him? After all, wouldn’t she want him to know that she’s safe?” Commando’s voice seeped into my brain as his words registered. I had my brows crossed as I glared at him a little more.
“Well?” he urged me when I hadn’t replied and my eyes glazed over. No, Valentina hadn’t spoken to her father yet. Even after she had chance after chance, she hadn’t asked to speak to him. If he was that important to her, and if she trusted in him as much as I thought she did, why hadn’t she called him yet?
I shook my head as I stared at Commando and a smile flickered on his face. He let out a deep happy sigh.
“Somethin’ to think about, King. The girl has chosen you,” he said and tipped his bottle over so that he drank the rest of his beer in one gulp.
I had been so caught up in the things that Valentina had lashed at me during our argument, that I’d forgotten to explore her actions. Even before I’d told her what Romero had done, she hadn’t bothered to call him. She said she was back in town for her father, and she claimed that he didn’t know about her kidnapping, why hadn’t she called him yet? Could it be, because now that she met me again, she was afraid of him? Afraid of what he might think of us?
I emptied the rest of the beer down my throat, and I stood up from the bar stool.
“Ever since you met Ava, you’ve become a fucking sentimental softie. You better check yourself before you wreck yourself,” I said and slapped my brother’s back. He laughed and shook his head because he knew he had been a huge help to me, even if I wasn’t going to admit it to him.
“I have somewhere to be,” I said, as I began to walk away.
“Of course, you do. I’ll warn my sister to stay out of the house!” I heard him say to me and I rushed out of the bar and jumped on my bike.
Did it matter what Valentina had said? What mattered was what she did. She trusted me. Deep down, I knew she did. No matter how much she tried to make, me believe that she didn’t. And it was my responsibility to make sure that she was safe, and I wasn’t going to let Romero Luis come between us again. Not this time. Not after I’d just found her again.
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I opened Moira’s door with the key she had given me earlier, and when I stepped in, I saw Valentina at the kitchen sink, washing a mug. She whipped around to look at me, and she saw it in my eyes; that I wasn’t ready to give up on us yet.
I said nothing, just strode over to her and placed my hands on the sink, cornering her with my body and my arms. Her brown eyes were large, and she parted her lips. I dipped my face towards her and she sunk into me. Her hands rose up to my face, as our tongues lashed against each other’s, lips sliding over lips, stifled breaths mingling.
She was wearing an old pair of denim shorts, and I’d already clocked her endless legs in them. The t-shirt she was wearing was a thin cotton, and I could see her nipples through the fabric. Her long chestnut hair hung behind her, and I grabbed a fistful of it, tugging her face closer to mine.
“Moira…she could come home,” Valentina managed to get the words out when she pulled herself away from me.
“She’s not coming back,” I said and lifted her up by her waist. She was sitting on the edge of the sink now, perched on her bubble butt on it and the back of her head knocked against the cabinet doors.
“I’m going to have to rip this t-shirt off you,” I growled and clutched the loose neck of the garment. Valentina gasped when I ripped through the middle, and it fell away on to the floor.
“It was Moira’s!” she squealed, and I heard the sound of a giggle in her voice.
“She won’t give a shit,” I growled, and my mouth latched on to hers again. Her breasts bounced against my chest as I tipped myself into her. The kiss was wild, animalistic, and I wanted her to know just how desperately I wanted to possess her.
My hands cupped her breasts, playing with her nipples, and Valentina stretched her torso, her body quivered from my touch. I could feel her nails digging into the back of my neck, and I stepped away from her again.
Quickly, I removed my jacket and my shirt. She was watching me with her large brown eyes as I unbuckled my jeans and slid them down my legs. My cock was tenting my underwear, and her eyes glowed. She knew she had an irresistible effect on me and she licked her lips and moaned.
I grabbed her denim shorts, unbuttoning them quickly and I pulled them down. Her fluorescent pink thong was tiny, and I ripped it apart as well.
“I’ll need to go shopping after this,” she joked as I lowered myself down on the floor, bending my knees in front of her.
Her pussy was wet and juicy, and I stared hungrily at it. This pussy had driven me mad all my life and was still making me do crazy things.
“You can do whatever you want, baby,” I said softly as I brought my mouth closer to her wetness.
“Jesus…” she said my name breathily and weaved her nails into my hair, ruffling the long strands and then she threw her head back in anticipation. My mouth was an inch away from her pussy now, and she had parted her legs wide. My breath fell on her hot wet core, and I could see goose bumps erupting on her skin.
“Don’t move!” I commanded, as she rotated her hips in desperation and then stopped.
My first taste of her came when I slowly extended my tongue into her folds. Valentina gasped and moaned, and I drew my tongue back.
“Jesus…please, don’t stop…” she begged, and I smiled, extending my tongue again. I used it to part her folds, slipping it into her slit and tasting her musky sweetness. She was so juicy, so wet, and I knew I could make her come like this. Come over and over again.
I concentrated on her clit first, which I could feel was engorged and throbbing for my mouth. Valentina quivered, her grip on my hair became tighter. I looked up at her to see that she had her eyes pressed closed, her mouth was hanging open, and I stroked her clit some more. I was teasing her, and she shuddered, wanting more.
