His Secret Sin, page 13
Parking up, he rushed inside her building, pulling out his key and entering her place within a matter of minutes.
He saw her on the sofa with some soft music playing.
“Diego?”
“Yeah, it’s me.”
He rushed to her side, taking her hand, and pulling her to her feet.
“What’s the—”
Diego didn’t give her a chance to stop. He slammed his lips down on hers, silencing any more words from her mouth. Sinking his fingers into her hair with one hand, with the other, he gripped her ass, moving her across the room, to her bedroom.
She didn’t fight him, trusting him as he walked her back. Once they were in her bedroom, he made quick work of removing her pajamas. They were a cute pink pair, and he adored them, but he liked his woman naked and at his mercy.
Sitting her on the edge of the bed, he pulled and tugged at his own clothes until he was just as naked as she.
“Diego, what is going on?”
“Nothing. I just need to be inside you right now.”
He nudged her back until she fell against the covers. Spreading her legs, he stared down at her pretty pink pussy.
The best pussy he’d ever eaten and been inside.
Opening the lips of her pussy, he slid his tongue between the silken folds, nipping and sucking at her bud.
She arched her back, crying out as he licked her. Sliding across her clit, he nibbled on the bud before gliding down to plunge inside her. He began to fuck her with his tongue, making her take him, holding her legs wide, so he could eat her.
Her pleasured cries flooded the air, but he ignored them. This was about him tonight. He wanted to have his fill of her as much as he could before he let her go.
Inside he growled at the thought of letting her go, but he knew deep down her father was more that right. He had to do the right thing by her, even if he didn’t want to. She deserved so much more, and being selfish with her, he couldn’t do that.
He was getting married to another woman.
A woman who, at some point, would have to carry his child, even though he had no desire for any other woman but Belle. She had gotten beneath his skin, and there was no way he wanted to be with anyone else. Charlotte was nothing more than a duty. Belle, she was everything, the love, the pleasure, all of it.
“Diego,” she said, crying out his name.
He wanted her so much.
Focusing on her clit, he teased her nub back and forth, getting her to the peak of orgasm before plunging her over the edge. As he did so, he didn’t give her the chance to get accustomed to him.
He slid in deep, taking hold of her hands, locking their fingers together, and sliding in deep to the hilt.
Her cunt tightened around him, squeezing him. Pulling out, he slammed back inside, watching her as he did so. Her tits bounced with each thrust, and the bed banged against the wall from the force of his hard fucking.
He tried to get as deep as possible, to ruin her for any other man. He couldn’t allow himself to think of her with anyone else.
Belle was his.
She belonged to him, and he wasn’t going to let some asshole take her from him. Pounding inside her, he took her harder than he ever had before. Kissing her full lips, feeling her pussy flutter around him.
It was intense.
It was everything.
As he came, feeling Belle come with him as well, Diego didn’t know how he was going to be able to let her go. Especially not at the end of the week.
Chapter Ten
Diego was having to run some errands, and her father walked her to the nearest coffee shop. Belle knew something had happened between the two men, but they both weren’t saying a thing.
“A mocha latte?” James asked.
“Yes, please.” She removed her jacket, placing it across her legs as she waited for her father to return. The coffee shop was busy, and she listened to all the noise around them. It was nice hearing people going about their day as if they didn’t have a care in the world, and for most of them, they didn’t.
Her father, though, he had an agenda. He’d been dropping hints of taking her back home, and she wasn’t ready to leave.
Why would she want to leave when she had Diego and she wasn’t willing to let him slip through her fingers?
“I’m back,” James said. “So, one mocha latte, and I even got you a cinnamon roll.”
“Yum.”
“I know how much you like them.” He put her hands near the plate so she would know where to touch.
Thanking him, she tore a bite and placed it in her mouth. The cinnamon sweetness exploded on her tongue, and she took another bite.
“Are you going to tell me what went on between you and Diego?” she asked.
“Nothing.”
“Dad, I know you. I know you’re not the kind of guy to keep your opinions to yourself. Just tell me. We’re both adults here.”
“I don’t think he’s good enough for you. There are a lot of reasons.”
“Me being your daughter?”
“That is one of them. I want you to have a normal life. Diego, he can’t offer you that.”
“Why? Because he owns a club you think he doesn’t have what it takes to take care of me?”
“Oh, I know he has what it takes. I know he’s quite capable of taking care of you, but he can’t give you a normal life. There are reasons and facts.”
“Why are you being so secretive?” she asked. “You’re not making sense.”
“What exactly do you know about Diego?” he asked.
“I know a lot of things. I know that he’s smart and kind.” This made her father snort. “Dad, you don’t know him. You’re assessing him on one meeting. I’ve known him for weeks, and what I know, I like. Okay. I care about him.” She nibbled her lip. “I, erm, I even think I might love him.” She spoke so softly, merely a whisper.
“Belle?”
“No, please, don’t judge me. I’ve never been with anyone else. Diego, we didn’t just jump in this together, and it’s not a mistake. He makes me laugh, and he makes me believe anything and everything is possible. Can’t you see that?” she asked. “I really don’t want to argue with you about this. Diego means a great deal to me, and so do you. Please, just … let’s enjoy our coffee.”
She didn’t like feeling this way with her father. He was only trying to take care of her, and she got it, completely understood what he was trying to do. She just didn’t like it. Not even a little bit.
Pressing her lips together, she tried to think of a million other things to talk about with her father, but came up blank.
“After we’re done here, I’m going to go and check on Melanie.”
“Dad?”
“No, I think that girl should be given a piece of my mind, and I’m going to be the one to tell her what I think of her … annoyance. Stupid girl. I can’t even believe she left you and she said all those things to you.”
She smiled. This was easier for her to deal with. “Dad, you really don’t have to worry about it. I know Diego was pissed at her.”
“He was?”
“Yes. Don’t pay her any more money, please. She doesn’t deserve it.”
“I’m reaching for your hand,” he said. Belle held her hand open for him to take. “I care about you, a lot. I want to make sure you’re happy at everything.”
“Dad, I am happy. Honestly. I wasn’t expecting Diego. I wasn’t expecting any of this and I … I did think Diego and I wouldn’t work, but he is determined for us to make it work. I hope one day, you’ll care about him just as much as I do.”
He father gave her hand a little squeeze. “I love you, honey.”
“I love you too. Tonight, I’m taking him to sing karaoke. Do you want to come?”
“You’re taking Diego to sing?” James asked.
“Yes.”
“Does he know?”
“Nope. That’s the beauty of it. He doesn’t have a clue, and I know he’s going to love it.”
“I don’t know. Diego doesn’t strike me as the kind of guy that loves to sing.”
She chuckled. “You’ve got to give him a little more credit. He’ll surprise you.” She pulled out her cell phone and directed a call to Diego.
“Hey, baby, what’s up?”
“I want you available tonight. I’ve got date plans.”
“Tonight?”
“No excuses. Please, Diego, I want you there. It’ll be a lot of fun.” Her father laughed.
“Why do I feel this could be torture?”
“That’s just my dad. He thinks my plan for fun is totally wasted on you. Are you going to prove him right?” she asked.
“You know I can’t do that. I’ll meet you at eight, sound good?”
“Perfect.”
She hung up the phone, sliding the device in her pocket.
“Belle, honey, I know you have feelings for him.”
“Dad?”
“Hear me out. I’m your old man for a reason. I get to worry about you. Just take it easy. You don’t know everything about him.”
“Did you know everything about Mom?” she asked.
“I did. I knew everything about her. It’s important to know the little things about a person. What makes them tick.”
“It’s not the same as when you and Mom were dating, Dad.”
“I’m taking your hands,” he said. She felt his touch and this time didn’t flinch. “I would give everything to have her back for just a day. I loved your mother so much. I miss her each and every single day. I want that kind of love for you because I know it’s out there.”
“You know it’s different with me.” She let go of his hand to point at her eyes.
“No. True love. Real love, that’s what counts. Everything else, it doesn’t matter. When you meet the one, there is no fighting that love.”
“Then, Dad, I have a feeling I may have met him, and I hope you can find it in your heart to accept that.” She knew it was too soon, but everything he described was everything she felt.
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Pocketing his cell phone, Diego joined the table where his father and his father’s current fuck interest were waiting, along with Charlotte and her family.
“Is everything okay?” his father asked.
“Perfect.” He’d been forced to come to this lunch at his father’s request. All that he did was at either his father’s or The Boss’s request.
“The date of the wedding has been brought forward,” Charlotte’s mother said.
“Excuse me.” Diego looked toward the woman who would be his future-mother-in-law. She looked like she sucked on lemons in her spare time.
“The wedding. The Boss wants to speed things up. He believes morale has been at an all-time low, and to help lift the darkness, he wants the wedding by the end of the month,” his father said.
“Why wasn’t I notified about this?” The end of the month was just over a week and a half away.
This wasn’t what he wanted.
“We did send an email,” Charlotte said.
“I didn’t get it.” He glared toward her mother. “Anything else I need to know about?”
“Yes, we hired the chef at Angelo’s Place. We’ve been told it’s where you like to eat.”
This made Diego pause. “By who?”
“Angelo. He’s been helping to contribute to the wedding.”
Diego’s hands clenched. It wouldn’t do him any good to kill every single person at this table. The Boss would make him answer for the crimes, and none of them were worth it.
“There won’t be a honeymoon immediately after the wedding, but in two months’ time,” her mother said.
The woman kept on talking even though he lost interest. The woman he wanted wasn’t sitting at this table, and she shouldn’t be.
“Well, it would seem you have everything planned out, and seeing as you’ve done well enough without me, I will leave you to continue the preparations.” He got to his feet, throwing down some money before turning on his heel and walking out.
He should have known Angelo would be part of this in some way. That asshole had been playing with him for years.
Running a hand down his face, to clear the mess from his mind, he stood outside the restaurant, waiting for his car to be brought around.
“Diego?”
He looked toward the door to see Charlotte had followed him. Nodding in her direction, he stayed perfectly still.
“I know a lot is happening so fast,” Charlotte said.
“It’s not going to change what is happening though, is it? You’ll be my wife, and whatever The Boss wants, he gets.” He checked the time and saw it was a little after one. He needed to check in with Richard before he met up with Belle.
Shit, Belle. She wanted to take him out, and now he knew Angelo knew about Angelo’s Place. Was it a taunt? A challenge? He needed to deal with his fucking wayward cousin once and for all. For too long he’d been in hiding, and it was time to seek him out.
“Do you want to get married?” Charlotte asked, pulling him out of his thoughts.
“What?”
“In the past couple of weeks, you seem to have lost all interest when it comes to marriage with me,” she said. “I understand. I’m not exactly the best pick.”
“No, I don’t want to get married to you, Charlotte. I don’t love you. I don’t care for you even a little bit. The idea of having to fuck you sickens me. Not because of who you are. I’m just not interested in you.”
“You found someone else?” she asked.
“I’m not talking about this with you.”
“I understand. Men in our world don’t seem to think we understand anything, but we do. We understand love and loyalty and needing to do what is right. It’s not easy for us.”
“Are you telling me you’re in love with someone else?”
This would make it easy for him, and a lot more interesting.
“No. I’m not in love with anyone. I don’t even know if I’ve ever known what love is.”
All he had to do was think about losing Belle, and he got a really good fucking idea.
“I know what love is.”
“Is it worth it? The pain? The suffering?”
“For the right kind of person, anything is worth it,” he said. “I’m going to ask you again, is there someone else?”
“No. There’s no one else. I don’t know how to help you get out of this wedding. If I refuse you, it’ll cast me out even more. I can’t do that.”
“There is no way out, Charlotte. Don’t you get that?”
“I’m sorry, Diego. I really am.” She went to put her hand on his arm, but he pulled away. He had no desire for her to touch him at all.
“Goodbye, Charlotte.”
His car arrived, and he moved away from her, with no interest in continuing a conversation.
Climbing behind the wheel, he pulled out of the restaurant, heading on the main road to Richard’s headquarters. Belle’s father making an appearance had screwed with his plans. He had no doubt that come the end of week deadline, he would tell Belle the truth. Diego didn’t want that to happen. There was so fucking much he didn’t want to happen.
Killing Charlotte wouldn’t solve things, only escalate them. Marrying Belle, if she’d taken him, wouldn’t work. Her family didn’t offer the affluence that The Boss wanted.
Either way he looked at it, he was well and truly fucked.
His men joined him as he parked the car and made his way up to the top floor where Richard liked to look over the city. His building was complete with all the latest technology. He took the elevator, straightening the cuff of his jacket while he waited. The instant the elevator opened, he stepped off and found Richard in his office, staring down at a document.
Closing the door behind him, he stepped up to the desk.
“Am I interrupting something?”
“You don’t have an appointment,” Richard said.
“What the fuck is this? You were supposed to be helping me bring Angelo down.”
“Yes, and in the process, we have absolutely nothing. The bastard has gone radio silent.”
“Yeah, well, he’s been stalking a little close to home.”
“What makes you say that?”
“According to my soon to be mother-in-law, he recommended a chef at Angelo’s Place. Need I remind you why I go to Angelo’s Place?”
“We’ve got men guarding Belle and your establishments. He would have come up on the scanner.”
“Not if your guys were sloppy or he has someone working with him. Check the security footage.”
“You ever think you’re being paranoid.”
“No. Being paranoid keeps me alive and Belle breathing. Just seeing it as a coincidence is what gets people killed. Believe me, I’ve been in this business a long time to know when someone is fucking with me.”
Richard grabbed his tablet with an over dramatic sigh. “How was the lunch with the fiancée?”
“Fuck off, Richard.”
His not-friend started to laugh. “You really need to get a handle on that temper. What would Belle say?”
“I told you she’s never going to find out.”
“And I still think you’re talking out of your ass, but what do I know?” Richard asked.
The main wall split open, revealing at least twenty different security monitors.
“Can you access all of the security feeds around the city?”
“I shouldn’t be able to as they are protected, but it just takes a little time. You want me to have a play?”
“Another time. Focus on Angelo and the restaurant for now.” He checked the time. He didn’t want to miss his date with Belle.
He needed to take care of business first, even if he did find it more inconvenient to deal with.
“How far you want me to go back?” Richard asked.
“Start from yesterday and go back. You got that facial recognition thing?”
“Already running it, baby. Yeah, that sounded weird to me.”
Diego shook his head, watching the screen. It showed Angelo’s main security cameras outside and inside the building.
Checking the time stamp, he saw they went back at least two weeks.
“Wait, stop,” he said, when something caught his attention.
