She stills and then nervously pulls her hands from mine. “What do you mean?”

  “The bitch in the basement,” I muttered, unsure of her reaction.

  She rolls her eyes and huffs, “Oh her.” Goodness, I should have just killed the broad and left it at that, so my woman doesn’t even have to worry about it.

  “I’m guessing you don’t want to deal with her at all.”

  “No way in hell,” she snaps, crossing her arms. “Actually, better yet, I’d like to gut her myself.”

  “If that’s what you want, I’ll let you have at her, but I want you to be sure because killing is not for everyone.”

  Her hand presses against my chest well above my injury and then lays her head down to listen to my heart. “No one hurts you and gets away with it.” I stare into her eyes, and I see something there I hadn’t seen before. Darkness. A blood-thirsty desire for revenge.

  “Fuck, you’ve got me rock hard with your vengeance.”

  “Is there anything that doesn’t get you hard?”

  “Anything that could hurt you. Speaking of hurting you. What happened to your birth father?” A pained expression crosses her face that upsets me, knowing I’m opening a wound.

  “What about him? Do you know him?” She cocks her brow up at me with curiosity and interest.

  Her reaction tells me more than she knows. “Have you even met Carlino before?”

  “No. I never met the man because he wanted to keep it a secret, so his wife never learned about me. That’s how she made all that money to spoil herself over the years.”

  “And yet you lived in a small trailer?” I can easily guess that it never included proper care for Candy.

  “Yeah. Well, my mother had expensive habits. It’s why she named me Candy in the first place. You know, nose candy.”

  “Are you fucking serious?”

  “Yes. I hated my name before, but…” she hesitates, ducking her head into my chest.

  “But what?” I ask, tilting her chin, so she looks up at me with those eyes that steal my soul every single time.

  “The way you say it, I get so turned on that I forget why I hate it.” The pretty pink on her cheeks does something to my heart that I hadn’t understood until she stepped into that hotel bar.

  “Good because, my wife, you’re my favorite candy, my sweetest candy, and I want you to know that I love you more than anything.” My lips brush against hers softly, once, twice, and then I flip her onto her back and maul my wife.

  When I finally let her come up for a breath, she says. “I love you too, Sebastian. I loved you in spite of myself and my own safety.”

  “I’d never harm you.” I brush her cheek with the tips of my fingers.

  “No, just yourself.”

  “I can’t stop touching you, my sweet wife.” My mouth glides down her throat, trailing kisses.

  “I’m not your wife yet,” she adds, tilting her head to give me more room to move lower.

  “I’ll fix that shit today. Father Santiago can be here this afternoon,” I answer.

  She pushes me off her. “Really?”

  “Yes. I’m not waiting another day.” I drag her back and continue my assault on her sexy body, reaching her tits.

  “Isn’t there some paperwork and stuff we need to fill out?”

  “Already taken care of,” I answer, popping my lips around her nipple.

  She nudges me off again. “So then, why did you mention my birth father? Were you thinking of inviting him?”

  Okay, mood killer for sure. I straighten up in bed, tension rolling off my body. “Fuck, no. I want a bullet in his head.”

  “Because he was a shitty father?”

  “That too, but my reasons are completely different. See, you and I are connected in a curious way. My father was in an arranged marriage when he met my mother. He left his wife for her after he learned she was pregnant with me.”

  She pales and gasps. “Where is this going? Please don’t tell me that we’re related in some fucked up way.” She moves to jump away, but I drag her back.

  I chuckle and count my blessings. “No, thank God, no. You’re the daughter of my father’s ex-brother-in-law.”

  “So my father must have hated your father, then?”

  “Yes. I only learned about it from David when he told me they played a hand in my parents’ deaths. I thought their deaths had been an accident, but it wasn’t. Your father wanted revenge for his sister. He tried to destroy my entire family.”

  “I’m sorry about your parents, Sebastian. I can’t believe your own brother would side with them over his own parents.”

  “It was a greed thing. He wanted what was given to me as the firstborn and the more responsible son. He had a chance to have the world at his feet when we were growing up, but he managed to fuck it up every chance he got, so my father told him that he would never have a part of the family business and that everything he received would be at his discretion.”

  “He didn’t like that, so he turned to your father’s enemies?”

  “Yes, and Carlino couldn’t wait to destroy this family.”

  “Well, I have to say it backfired on him.” She rubs her hand over her almost completely flat stomach, reminding me of our little one growing inside.

  “Yes, you’re right. His gorgeous daughter is creating my new family.” I’m thrilled to be a father soon.

  “Yeah. You have your own little revenge, in a way.”

  “I suppose I do.” And that’s not all because I’m going to destroy him every single way I can. Although I don’t want her to freak out about it, so I’ll keep hush for now.

  As if she can read my thoughts, she presses her hand to my chest and says, “Relax. You don’t have to keep your evil thoughts to yourself. I know you’re going to seek revenge too. I’m not stupid, and as long as you come back home to me, then do what you must.”

  “Heaven help me. You are perfect.” I cup her face and kiss her hard as fuck.

  “Now, do we have time to finish what we started?”

  “Yes, we do,” I growl, pinning her to the mattress and making her come until we have to get ready.

  ****

  "Who are you?" Candy asks, eyes on the woman who came after me. "You know what, it doesn't matter because you're irrelevant and will cease to exist in mere moments. You fucked up when you put yourself in my path. Coming near my man is a death sentence."

  "You're a weak woman. He'll leave you for the next piece of ass. They all do,” she spits out, trying to sound tough, but it only causes Candy to laugh. She knows damn well I’d chase her to the ends of the Earth if she tried to leave me again. She’s all I need.

  Picking up one of the blades off the surgical tool table, Candy tests it in her hand. We’d practiced the weapons earlier, so she wouldn’t slide her hands up, and my girl is a natural. "And yet you willingly risked your life for one,” she scoffs, shaking her head at her trapped target.

  "He's the true head of the family,” she insists. Her loyalty to my brother is not only pathetic but also futile. Cesar looks on and shakes his head. My brother is but a memory now.

  "Honey, there ain't no insanity plea here. That shit doesn't fly." With a quickness I've only seen in the best, Candy swings her blade in one smooth motion, slicing across her face.

  Candy does it again this time; she goes for the throat, sending spray everywhere.

  She's sexy as blood drips off her body. I've never seen something so fucking arousing than my woman protecting her family. Like a lioness, she struck her prey hard and fast, slicing away at the woman who had the nerve to come at me.

  Epilogue

  Sebastian

  One year later…

  Her body shakes as we wait for the judge to read the verdict. Her father hadn’t met his fate at my hands yet. As fate would have it, he was arrested for extortion and attempted murder of a government official the day after I married Candy.

  None of his crimes had anything to do with us, but we were still there to watch the events unfold. Several times we received looks from his wife, who noticed the similarities between her children and Candy. It’s insane how much they resemble each other. Of course, they were not exactly alike because my wife had a special beauty that her sons could never possess, but she was clearly Carlino’s daughter.

  Just yesterday, the truth fell out.

  The older woman with gray and black hair approached us with Carlino’s oldest son. Her voice was soft yet firm when she tapped my shoulder. We turned, and my guards remained close as I held my wife tightly to my side. Although she grabbed my attention, she was directing her question and gaze to Candy. “Excuse me, but I need to ask you how you know my husband. You’ve been at his trial twice, and I can’t explain how much you look like our daughter who died when she was sixteen.”

  “Um…” Her eyes downcast a bit, nervously. I bring her hand to my mouth and kiss it.

  “Don’t worry, you’re not going to upset me. I know my husband is a piece of shit.” She nearly spat the words out.

  “Mi amor, go on.” I rub my hand on the small of her back.

  “I’m the product of a one-night-stand.”

  “Oh, we thought you were here because of your parents,” Fiero Jr. says to me.

  “What do you know about my parents’ death?” I’m inches from his face now, tension radiating from my bones. This time, Candy tries to hold me back from him.

  He holds his hands up and takes a step back slowly. “Nothing but rumors that my father had something to do with it. Honestly, I haven’t had anything to do with him in years. I’ve told my mother to get away, but she’s been too afraid to leave. Maybe this will do the trick. Tomorrow may be the blessing we’ve been waiting for. By the way, you’re not the only stray progeny out there. We have two brothers.”

  “Really?” Candy asks.

  “Both of them are CPD.” We laugh at the irony. “That’s how he got busted in the first place.”

  “That’s good to know.”

  “I’m sorry if he did have a hand in your parents’ deaths,” Mrs. Carlino says.

  “Thank you.”

  We parted ways with a promise to meet Candy’s other brothers, although I didn’t want to deal with them if they were all above board. That shit would end with me in prison one day. Fuck if I’d let anyone take me from my sweetness. I’ll just have to make sure she forgets all about them.

  My thoughts of yesterday are all forgotten as the judge begins to read the verdict. “The jury finds the defendant guilty on all counts. The sentencing phase will begin tomorrow at nine am.” The courtroom is emptied as they cheer that he’s found guilty. Looking over at my wife, she doesn’t appear as happy.

  “What’s wrong, mi amor?”

  “It’s just sad how everything turned out. How can we explain to our son that his grandfather is in prison and killed his other grandparents?”

  “We don’t. At least not until our son is older. Remember, this is our life now, mi dulce. You’re still so damn sweet—sometimes.”

  “I’m ready to go home and snuggle with our son.”

  “Good. How is this little one doing?” I’ve been worried about the trial stressing her out since we just learned of her pregnancy last week.

  “Fine. Tiny. I’m hungry now that you mention it.”

  “Let’s check on our son, eat some food and celebrate between your thighs.” I drag her to me, bending down to taste her lips. My guards stand around us, ensuring her safety.

  “Sounds like something I’d really enjoy,” she moans, gripping my lapels. Pulling her lips off mine, she pants, “Maybe we can start a celebration in the back first.”

  “That’s an excellent idea.” I lead my wife out of the courthouse, ignoring the cameras that my security directs out of our faces and thankfully away from my cock, which is stretching out my slacks. I slide her inside the bench and jump in behind her while my driver takes the front. He knows what to do and raises the partition I’ve added to my vehicles to give us some privacy.

  “Strip and ride me, dulce. We have half an hour until we’re home,” I tell her as I undo my belt and free my cock from my pants. My greedy shaft sticks straight up with cum beading at the tip, waiting for her heat to engulf it.

  “Not yet; I want to suck on your fat cock first,” she says before licking her lips.

  I shake my head and growl, “Baby, if you wrap that hot mouth around it, I’ll nut quickly.” As much as I’d like her to blow me right here, I want to be inside her tight pussy, and she really wants that too.

  “Fine,” she huffs prettily. I bring her lips to mine for a soft kiss.

  “Later, I will stuff your throat. I promise.” She smiles and then lifts her dress up her body, tossing it to the side before sliding her panties down. Fuck, her thighs are taut, and I want them wrapped around my face, but we’re limited for time. Stroking my cock with insatiable need, I help her straddle my legs. With a smirk, Candy hops onto my length, taking every inch of me. A groan escapes my throat as I feel every bit of her warmth surrounding my length.

  “Is this what you need?”

  “Yes, oh, yes.” A bump pushes me even deeper into her gut. “Fuck, you’re so big.”

  “You get me that way, wife. Now ride my dick like the good little slut you are.” Her pussy clenches around my shaft, flexing and releasing with every bounce. I’m so damn close, so I lift her dress over her head, leaving it on the seat while I tug down her bra. I need those fat, milk-filled tits in my mouth, feeding me.

  “I’m thirsty, dulce. I need your sweet cream.”

  “Take it, take it.” She grabs her breasts and pushes them in my face, needing relief. As soon as my mouth wraps around her turgid nipple and I suck, she creams around my cock, screaming out her orgasm. Pumping my hips upward, I shoot my load into her tight pussy, while growling and sucking on her milky tits.

  My phone starts buzzing in my pocket the second we finish, so I help her off my lap and hand her dress back while I tuck my cock away. “Now that’s celebrating,” Candy says with a giggle.

  “Damn right. I hope I didn’t hurt you, mi dulce.”

  “No more than usual,” she says with a wink. The typical pain my big dick causes when I stretch her tiny body is a job hazard. I stare at her, wondering if she’s telling me the truth. Tucking loose strands of hair behind her hair, she smiles and says, “I’m perfect.”

  “That you fucking are, my wife.”

  My phone buzzes again and annoys the fuck out of me. I see a message from one of my men still at the courthouse. “What is it, Miguel?”

  “Someone opened fire and killed her father while they were transferring him to the corrections vehicle.”

  “Well, that’s a problem. Do the police know who did it?”

  “Yeah. Carlino’s wife.”

  “Wow. Now that I didn’t see coming. Thanks.” I end the call and explain it to Candy.

  The next words out of my woman’s mouth surprise the fuck out of me. “It doesn’t surprise me for shit. She knew Carlino would get dropped by one of his enemies in prison and wanted to be the one to get him first. He ruined her life and made a mockery of her as a wife. One bastard child after another only to leave her with nothing but shame. I’d put a bullet in your balls too.” The look she gives me is a warning, as if she hasn’t learned that I breathe only for her.

  “Thankfully, that would never happen. I live and breathe for you. I even chased you down when you ran from me.”

  A pretty smile spreads over her flushed cheeks. “Thank you for chasing.”

  “Anytime.” She won’t get far because I have her tracked, but I’ll always be willing to play.

  Five years later…

  Candy runs, turning her head to look behind her, which is going to get her another ass whooping. It’s dangerous to be so unfocused on what’s in front of her, and she knows that better than anyone.

  A whoosh and thud follow as she slams painfully into my chest as she reaches my office. I grip her biceps. “You can’t outrun the devil, my sweet.”

  “How did you get ahead of me?” she pants, looking up at me with confusion and irritation. The cute little frown forms on her face, making me laugh.

  I reach behind her and close the door, clicking the lock, so we’re not disturbed. I wink, lower my head, and kiss her lips softly before pulling back. “Skill, desire, and fear.”

  Her head tilts as she worries her bottom lip between her teeth. “Fear?”

  I tug it free and brush my lips against hers before confessing the truth. “Fear of you disappearing.”

  Her hands come up and cup the growing scruff I have coming in. She looks me in the eyes and then shakes her head lightly. “Not going to happen again because I know you love me more than anyone ever could.”

  “Fuck, mi dulce, you’re not going to sweet talk your way out of your payment.”

  “Oh, I wouldn’t dare, Mr. Diaz.”

  “Good girl. On your knees, now.” She smiles wickedly, dropping slowly to her knees. I’m already freeing my cock from my slacks. She grips my length, giving it a good tug before she laps her tongue over the head, swiping off the pre-cum with a moan.

  “Take it deeper, my sweet.” She does, greedily sucking me, vacuuming my shaft down her throat. I love how she takes me all the way, relaxing her gag reflex and then releasing me to repeat it. Her small hands fist the base of my length, stroking me until I’m nearly on the verge of coming.

  I lift her up and spin her against my desk. Bending her over, I flip her dress over her ass. “No fucking panties. It’s like you’re begging for it.” I swat her ass three times in quick succession before I slide into her tight hole. A shiver of pleasure shoots up my spine.

  “Fuck, Sebastian. You devil.”

  “That’s right. It’s what you need. A good fuck to teach you a lesson, mi esposa.”

  Her legs shake as she comes, and I flood her womb with every drop I have for my dirty wife.

  “I’m starting to think you love chasing after me.”

 

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