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“Did I forget something?”
“I have your prosthetic. You keep leaving it behind everywhere you go.” He holds my bionic arm in the air and I snatch it from him. He doesn’t move from where he is and continues to stare behind me.
Clutching my arm to my chest, I blink at him a few times. “Did you need something else.”
“Your father asked me to stay inside today.”
Squeezing the doorknob, I shake my head. “What difference does it make?”
“He thinks I'll be able to protect you better from here and it won't be as easy for someone to sneak up on me.”
Blowing out a breath, I glance behind me and back at him. “Fine. Wait here. I have to pick up a little first.”
“I don't care about your mess,” he states, holding my stare.
“But I do, so wait here.” I set my prosthetic on the entryway table and slam the door in his face, not giving him a choice but to stay where he is. Grabbing the hatchet, I toss it under the kitchen sink between cleaning supplies and head back to the door. He's searching around the area when I pull it open and I clear my throat to grab his attention. “You can come in now.”
He follows in behind me and locks the door, sliding off his jacket. “I'll stay out here the whole time. You'll barely notice me.”
“It doesn't matter how quiet you think you are, it'll be hard not to remember someone besides myself is in here. I don't like people in my home.” Unless it'shim. Fernando's face flashes in my mind and I bite back the smile creeping on my face. I'd rather have him caught in my head than my sister. Remembering the love in his eyes he only holds for me helps block out my inner demons easier.
Collapsing onto the couch, he pulls his phone free from his pocket and ignores me the rest of the time I'm in the kitchen. My worries of having to order delivery for dinner dissipates whenever I open my fridge to shelves of all my favorite foods. Sneaky asshole. He knew he'd convince me to come back home eventually and why would I have any reason to leave when I have everything I need here?
Except I don't.
The most important one is still at the club where I left him. After making myself a sandwich using all the items my stomach is able to handle, I fix myself a cup of lavender probiotic tea and head to my room.
Instead of showering tonight, I shed my clothes to the floor and climb into bed still covered in myPadrino'sscent and cum. It's then when I realize, as the son of a drug lord, I might not be able to have good days but I can definitely have good moments, and most of them happen because of him.
Eighteen
Fernando
Staying up most of the night watching my phone for the proof of life mypequeñopromised me, I don't acquire much sleep. Rubbing my eyes, while partially blocking the sun seeping in from my cabin windows, I peel myself off my recliner. Forgetting my phone was in my lap, it tumbles to the ground with a loud thud. Crouching to the floor, I pick it up and sigh in relief when no damage has been done to the screen I refuse to buy a protector for. I smile when I notice a message waiting for me.
Swiping past my lock screen, I open the text and nearly drop the phone when the incoming photo finishes loading. Nearly choking on my own gasps, I sit back in the chair, suddenly feeling unsteady on my legs.
Widening the picture with my fingers, I lick my lips and my cock aches beneath my gray sweats.Chingada. My whole body feels overheated and my head is spinning due to the naked photo in front of me. Enrico promised he'd send me a photo of him safe in his apartment and here it is. Even late, he was still true to his word.
My guess is he was too tired or in pain to remember last night. My chest caves. It hurt me not to be there with him. Not to hold him. Not to touch him. Not to take care of what's mine. My eyes trail down his naked body and my mouth waters when they land on his hard cock leaking between his muscular thighs. Usually I'd say no one has any right to hold such an effect on me but I'd be wrong to say it about him. If anything, he has all the fucking right in the world.
He doesn't have his prosthetic on and nothing whatsoever is hiding any part of his body from me. Not even the tiny barbell pierced through his pink, tiny nipple. His fingers are resting beneath his balls, tucked under his ass and I don't have to see them to know where they are. Exactly where I want to be.
My phone vibrates again and when I close out of the image, another one waits for me and it's of my perfect little sub bending forward with his ass in the air. His pink, wet hole peeks between his cheeks and based on the way it's opening for me, he's definitely been playing with himself.
I shouldn't be jealous of his fingers but I am. Mine itch to be where he recently was and so does my tongue. If only I could touch, taste, and fuck him there all at the same time. Another message comes through and the next photo is a close up of his finger entering his hole. A shiver runs through me and I shove down the front of my pants, causing my cock to spring free.
Me: How do I know this is you sending these to me in real time and not some abductor wanting me to assume you're okay when you aren't?
My message is answered with a video of Enrico's finger moving in and out of his clenching hole. Craning his neck, his gaze meets the camera and he shoves another digit inside, pushing his ass back against his hand. My slit is dripping and I'm so hard my balls ache, begging for release. I grasp my cock, sliding my fingers up and down while slowly increasing my grip.
Bucking my hips, I don't move my eyes from the screen and his cock bounces as he rides his hand. My balls tighten and heat pools in the center of my body. I continue to fuck between my fingers until my moans match his and I'm coming hard while witnessing the pleasure he brings himself. He holds back, slowing down as if he's trying hard not to come. He's waiting for me to say the magic words. He only wants to do it for me when I feel he's earned it.
The video ends and I FaceTime him. He's lying on his side on the bed, his phone resting somewhere beside him. “Hola,” he says, almost out of breath.
“Hey there, beautiful. Did you come yet?”
He shakes his head. “Did you?”
