Antonio

We had our eyes on Salazars' since they landed. Santos was smart to bring his Italian friends too; the Castros. What he didn't know was that our eyes would remain on him even if he would stay or leave the country.

No number of allies would be able to get him to escape for the things he did to us. What Santos forgot about our alliance was that we treated all our allies with love and loyalty until they tried to overthrow us. With bad blood between the Moralez and Salazars, there seems to be only one solution for this problem.

Behead the snake.

Alejandro moved close to me, placing a hand over my shoulder. We moved away from the mingling and merriment. "What is it?" I asked, observing his crinkled eyebrows and forehead.

"Salazar," his gaze shifted towards the bar where Santos sat with Valentina. He was running his finger over her arm. Never had I thought of touching her but seeing her being played by another man, no less my enemy, made me feel a burn inside. I was baffled by the emotional tug I felt.

"I am sure he is trying to rile her up," I said, turning to Alejandro.

Although my focus was on him, my ears elongated, trying to hear anything that was spoken aloud between them. I felt pathetic, looking like a teenager trying to spy on my girl. But she was not my girl, she was my wife. At least to the world she was and Santos knew it very well.

"That's the problem. We don't want Val to spill anything about what Santo's man revealed about the coup. He might be probing for the same."

Alejandro's concern was genuine but I had seen Valentina in a different light by now. Daughter of a crippled who trained her way up. An assassin in the making, I was more worried about Santos than Val.

"So I am letting this go," Alejandro whispered. "Hope she doesn't stab him here."

"Hope so too," my lips parted at my concern for an enemy rather than my wife. I moved closer to the place she sat. There was crowd everywhere for me to camouflage easily without looking as if I was spying on her conversation.

Within earshot, I heard Elena's name. There remained no doubt, Santos was trying to play her into an angry confession. What I didn't expect was Val's calm demeanor. She placed her hand over his, hurting him as she spoke high of me, her fake husband. Santos cringed face, his eyes dancing at her hold over his wrist and back were the confirmation, she was raining on him.

I was transfixed, hearing her standing faithful to the Moralez name. When she walked away, I watched Santos. He returned to his guards, quick to divulge something in their ears. With their nod, they all walked away. Alejandro had his eyes on me. The second I blinked mine, he walked out behind them.

What I was curious about was the talk. What Santos spoke.

Walking inside the luminous washroom, I latched the door behind. Clutching on the pristine marble, Val held her head down, breathing heavily. The bolt sound spun her head towards my direction. With my hands held up in surrender, I walked ahead.

"It's the woman's restroom," she remarked with a raised eyebrow. Her hand travelled to grab tissues to pad her face and neck. I wasn't sure if she was reeling from the aftermath of taking down a madman or crying.

"I know, I came to ask what did Salazar say?" I turned her to face me. It was best to distract with words than be drawn into the whirlpool of her allure. 

Her eyes snapped at me when I held her arm. "Don't worry, he didn't ask about the mole. I didn't tell him either." Her fingers unclutched my grip. I saw her skin turn pink, where I grabbed her. She followed my gaze. "Men who hold woman like toys shouldn't be concerned about how it imprints."

Her words hit me sharp. I wasn't trying to hurt her but every time I had Valentina in close proximity, I ended up snapping at her and the next thing I knew, hurting her. Not that she played the victim. She effectively nullifying my anger with her lash outs too.

"I won't.." I waited to pick the right words. She stood loyal to us while Salazar tried to bring her down with my dead wife's name. There were things I admired about Valentina. Added into the list was loyalty. She looked at me with wide eyes, awaiting me to finish. "I won't hurt you from now on.."

She swung her head back, laughing. Her hands clapped when she snapped back, grinding her teeth. "You think you can get off without hurting a woman." She poked my chest with her index finger, pushing me back. "You think you are doing me a favor, not hurting me anymore?" another push.

All I recall was breaking the promise I made a few seconds back. Spinning her into my chest, her back faced my body. Turning her to the mirrors, I closed her mouth with my palm, dipping close to her ear.

"You think this is going to work, Val? You want to hurt me too. It gets you off too!"

Her sandalwood scent drew me over the exposed part of her neck. Dipping down, I ran my lower lip over her nape. She writhed under me. Her head tilted, giving me more to play with. Her perfectly curved bottom tucked back into me, grinding against my hard member.

Easing my hand off her mouth, I slipped the straps of her dress. It was held together by the crook of her joint. There was still ample view for her perky boobs. Bending her forward, I slid her dress up. She turned to me, holding me at arm's length.

"No," with labored breath, she whispered. "I don't do this.." I pulled her to me, rubbing my pelvic over her satin dress. Her head lowered over my shoulder, her hand gripped onto my shirt as she growled. "I don't do love.."

Fisting her hair in a bunch, I pressed her bottom towards me. Her eyes widened with the closeness of our face, a finger intervened between our lips.

"I won't kiss you," she announced.

"I want to fuck you. No kiss, fuck. So hard, the echoes would be louder than the noise from the party." Pushing her back over the marble slab, I widened her legs, sliding her soaking panty. "You can kiss whomever you want but you pussy belongs to me."

Val pushed me away. True to her nature, she jumped off the slab and adjusted her garment and dress. "I decide whom I sleep with. Just like you. You don't own me, Antonio." Moving closer, she tugged me onto the wall. "And you are right, I do love hurting you."

Her words set fire to course in me. I was burning with a strange desire. All this while I wanted to hurt her, push her away. But the shift in my need occurred without my knowledge. Now, I wanted her. Needed her. Turning her to the wall with her back facing me, I slid her panty down. She arched her body in response. With a faster move, I tuned her to face the mirror. Something dark stirred inside me. I wanted her to see who was fucking her. Who it was, claiming her body. Somewhere, even I wanted to watch her moan as I took her. Had my way.

I unzipped and dropped my pants, slowly inserting myself. Her knees buckled, her head leaned forward and her knuckles turned white, clutching onto the edge of the marble slab. My hand coiled around her neck, plunging my way into her tight folds. Her moans resonated through the emptiness.

With every thrust, a hand of hers grabbed the edge tighter of the slab while another coiled over my thigh. Our eyes remained glue onto each other in the reflection, watching our bodies writhe under each other's touch. With a louder mourn, Val bent further, exposing her perfect cleavage. Her perkiness bounced with every thrust and our moans aligned, filling up the room.

She stopped me, turning over and widening herself over the marble. Spread, I impaled her, holding her in my arms. Val wasn't heavy, it was easy for me to thrust into her faster. Our faces aligned, watching each other moans. Her hand grabbed my jaw, mine balanced us and ran inside her dress, flicking her hardened nipple.

Val pulled me close, her eyes scanned me lips as she bit hers. With her moans growing louder with every thrust, faster and harder than the last one, she moaned near my face.

"Kiss me," I whispered.

She nodded sidewise, biting over her lower lip, drawing it pale, yet never kissing me. I leaned over her, she moved back. Lifting her legs over my arms, I hooked them in place, pounding her harder. She held her hand back into the mirror which rattled like a dry leaf in autumn.

With the last of my strokes, Val lifted off the slab and dug her fingers through my shirt. I leaked onto her, submitting to her walls and tightness which nested me inside. Panting, I closed my eyes and hovered over her, partially in. My eyes conjured red and black dots and I was holding my trembling body with the support on the marble slab. 

Valentina's eyes were closed. She panted, still holding the back of my neck. Her warm breath hit my face, my lips. Her reddened cheeks and heaving chest invited me. But the siren call was from her lips, inviting me, tempting me to be drawn to it. She didn't kiss me. I wanted to know the reason. After a brief suspension, where Val and I were one, where no fight or differences held us apart, we parted.

I turned on the water, washing my face to replace the redness that crept over. Val moved inside the cubicle to clean up. As I looked up at the mirror, a strange calmness washed over my face. Maybe the fact that I didn't hook up with someone over months had made me angry, horny.

Val walked out, washing her hands. She smiled at me and then walked towards the door, unlatching the bolt.

"Wait," I didn't know why I said that. She moved back, viewing me with her arms wrapped around her chest. Her head tiled to a side, awaiting my reply. "Do you want to talk about it?" I asked.

God I felt so pathetic saying something which only teenagers would do. Her lips curled into a smirk. She bolted the door and moved closer as I adjusted my shirt in place.

"Why would I want to talk? We had sex. Big deal."

I watched her with open mouth. In all my life, I had never met a girl who didn't treat sex as a big deal. Every other woman I met wanted to talk but only she wanted to move away as if my presence repulsed her.

At the door, she turned. "Are we good?"

I nodded, smiling. What else would I have said? That her reaction was what men who did one night stands do. That it made me uneasy.

There was nothing to say about this encounter. It happened once. I had to be careful, not to do that again. Walking behind her, we rejoined the party. Nobody missed us. Everyone was drunk to notice the new cartel head was missing for a good half an hour. Val stood beside me as I mingled with a few more guests before retiring back to the hotel for the night.

Throughout the drive, she remained silent. Any small talk from me was reverted the same way. She must be tired, I tried consoling myself. How was I, a man who didn't pay any heed to a woman for so long suddenly stood at the precipice of wanting to talk, to make her state what she felt. 

After an hour, we reached the hotel. Outside my room, I watched her move to hers. We didn't share rooms. Our arrangement was for adjacent places, just like home. She walked inside her place and closed the door. The soft sound of latch confirmed her stand. There was no 'bye' or 'good night'. She pretended as if nothing had happened.

In my room, I fell back on the bed, replaying the visions of the party. Valentina kept cropping up in my mind. The woman who hardly cared about wanting me again. The one who casually walked to her room as if her body never craved for me again.

I sat up on the bed, feeling suffocated by her actions. My thoughts, which conflicted with my need. I wanted this. The distance. Yet, in hold of it, I wanted closeness. Thoughts crashed inside my head like waves breaking at the shore. Loud and heavy. Should I go to her room or sleep now?

I stood up tossing my attire aside only to fall back on the bed. Alone.

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And here we are..

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