Chapter 170 - They're Looking for the Countryman - Feddos
Veronica
We spent the day in a marathon, Roland still hadn't said anything to me, I was just aware of the changes that caught my attention. Starting with Miguel, who rented a vehicle and was driving it, while Simon decided to rent a motorcycle. After the relaxing massage, we got ready for lunch, met them at the reception, and had a pleasant time at one of the best restaurants in the city.
Once we returned to the hotel, the famous birthday plan continued. This time it was an afternoon at the beauty salon, but the great minds didn't realize that the person being celebrated was one, and the services included were for all three. None of us mentioned anything, they would know what they were doing.
I entered the room and had to get ready to go dancing. I saw a beautiful black dress on the bed with a note, the rest of the clothes were in the suitcases, as if we were ready to flee at any moment. The note was quite specific.
"You've messed with my head since morning, you entered the game, miss. Don't get dressed until I arrive, I need you naked."
I smiled and carefully stepped into the bathroom, making sure not to wet my freshly styled hair. I showered, reinforced the waxing at the spa in the morning, applied my creams, perfumed my body, and came out of the bathroom to wait for Roland.
He was waiting, dressed in black with black pants and a long-sleeved shirt, looking casual and damn elegant. He had two buttons open on his shirt, exuding power. He looked like a magnate, and his gaze filled me with pleasure. He approached, holding the gift I had given him in the morning.
"I've been walking around with an impossible erection all day."
"I have no problem taking care of that right now."
"No. It will be when I say so, first you'll get a taste of your own medicine."
He started kissing me demandingly. He took off my towel while he remained dressed, with no intention of undressing. His hands and mouth began to savor and touch my body. He led me to the bed, delighting in my center. His fingers moved in and out of me while his tongue played with my most sensitive part, and he started caressing my anus, lubricating that tight entrance with my wetness. I felt heat all over my body, then something cold entered me, he moved it and took it out.
"Relax, Veronica, you'll feel some discomfort at first."
I didn't understand what he meant until something thicker than his finger was inserted into my rectum. I couldn't help but moan a little, he eased the pain with those magical touches on my center, and little by little I let go into a brutal orgasm. Roland drank all the moisture. He kissed my abdomen, bit my nipples, and reached my mouth, tasting like me.
"You're forgetting something," I said, as he hadn't removed that intruder from my rectum.
"No, miss. I'm not forgetting anything, you're going to dance with me with that inside you." I opened my eyes wide. "Nothing will happen to you, it will just keep you excited, just like I was all day, even becoming the butt of Rata and Cebolla's jokes."
"Roland..."
"Mr. Roland, remember, I'm going to run away with my whore."
I felt the heat in my cheeks. The truth was that having that thing inside me kept me wanting, with every movement, it altered my breathing. He helped me up and very kindly offered to clean my fluids. I felt my cheeks still flushed, I started getting dressed, every movement was a reminder.
"Miss, you look damn sexy with those flushed cheeks, I don't recommend using that blush."
I bit my lip, took the dress that was about four fingers above my knees, fitting my body with a slight neckline on my chest, nothing revealing.
"I'll help you with the shoes so you don't sit down just yet."
He enjoyed what he was doing, helped me with my shoes, and I did my makeup, it was true, no need for blush. Roland came to my back, put on a beautiful necklace with a yellow stone.
"They're zircons."
It was a complete set, earrings, necklace, and a thick bracelet with those stones around. It must have cost him a fortune.
"I'm ready."
"You look gorgeous," he whispered in my ear.
It was complete and exciting torture going in the car towards the nightclub where we had reserved a VIP spot. I squeezed Roland's thigh several times because I was about to have an orgasm. The damned man smiled, which heightened the sensation with kisses and subtle caresses that were driving me crazy. Upon arriving at the club, I avoided sitting down, but it was inevitable not to move, trying to seek maximum pleasure.
"You're enjoying it, aren't you?" he said in that husky voice in my ear. "Do you want to dance?"
I nodded. I had no idea what the place looked like, the only thing was that we were in the best nightclub in the exclusive section, I was so immersed in my desire. The music started, and they played a bachata, to top it off, that rhythm...
Dancing again with my husband... his breath hitting my neck, the interesting thing was that I wasn't the only one on the edge, Roland's erection was palpable, I found a way to subtly caress his member while dancing.
"You're still tempting the devil."
Apparently, my skin was going to remain tingling all night. To hell with it, once the song ended, I said,
"Follow me."
The place wasn't very crowded. If people noticed, I didn't give a damn. Let them talk all they want. I was frantic. I discreetly entered the women's bathroom, and he followed, locking the door behind him.
"The truth has left me speechless..." he said, still breathless. I didn't let him continue.
"We don't have time," I said.
"Verónica, with how much I want you, I'll come as soon as I put it in."
We kissed with such violence. He lifted my dress, unzipped his pants, releasing his delicious cock. There was no need for preparation; my underwear was already wet. With one thrust, he entered, massaging my buttocks to make the plug do its job. I came after a few thrusts from my lover, and he came a second later. It was the first time we both came so quickly.
"Mr. Sandoval, please."
"It will go down in history, Vida. It's the first time I've come in less than two minutes, not that I'm premature, but you teased me all day," he said, smiling as he pulled out of me. "I love you, Verónica Sandoval." He turned me around, bent over, removed the plug, washed it, and put it back in his pants. "Let's go, Vida. Now we can dance for a while."
It was a relief to have my ass free, though the experience had been magnificent. I went to clean myself up while he left the bathroom. We had been dancing for an hour when they played a classic, the lambada.
"Do you want to dance it the way it's meant to be danced?"
"I'd love to."
We let the music envelop us. Roland danced incredibly, and I let myself be led by an expert. People started giving us space, making us the center of the dance floor. Could I be happier? I don't think so. They applauded when we finished, and we decided to sit down. I needed to hydrate.
"It's true what Miguel says," I looked at Diana. "You two create magic when you dance."
"Thank you."
At that moment, Simón's phone lit up, and the look between the three of us was enough to know something had happened. They stood up, and Roland took my hand.
"Onion, get him out!"
When Simón said those words, my heart skipped a beat. My husband pulled my hand, and we reached where the car was parked. Miguel took the wheel, Roland sat in the passenger seat, and we got into the car.
"Freckle, get in the car now!" Roland told his sister.
"No!" Luisa stood in front of her husband, took one of the helmets, and put it on. "My duty is to be with my husband."
"We'll see you at the airport. If we don't arrive in an hour, get him out of here, Onion."
"Understood, boss." He had slipped into his role as the boss's bodyguard.
"Take care of her, Rat."
"With my life, Boss."
Simón replied. Miguel said nothing more, and silence reigned in the car. We arrived at the airport, where the captain was waiting for us. We would leave on a direct flight. The two men remained calm, serious but calm, while we were biting our nails. Roland caressed my arms to calm me down. He had rolled up his shirt sleeves.
"Can I ask you something, and will you answer?" I sighed.
"Beautiful, this morning, the bosses of the Russian, Italian, and South Korean mafia arrived in Brazil. Simón put them under surveillance. When his watch beeped, it was because the facial recognition program identified those three people if they arrived at the same hotel where we stayed."
"You don't think it's a coincidence. Right?" I asked.
"In the world of the mafia, nothing is a coincidence."
"And Simón is..."
"Collecting our luggage. He asked for an hour."
"We'll give him exactly that," Miguel intervened.
Their coordination was admirable. While one was an expert at leaving no traces, the other was an expert at handling any means of transport. If there were no pilots, Miguel himself would have flown the plane.
"Any reason why they gathered in the same place?" Roland's cold gaze froze my blood.
"They must know something. As long as they don't mess with you, the devil will stay asleep. Let's get on the plane. Simón will arrive in twenty minutes."
They arrived just in time. Luisa was wearing a hotel uniform. Simón came in with two suitcases, and his wife had one. They had brought our belongings. Miguel started connecting Simón's laptop to the TV while the plane began to move, waiting for permission to take off. The screen showed three men talking in a room. They spoke in broken English.
"It's the only option we have!" said the Korean.
"It was just a rumor," the Italian muttered.
"I don't care if it's a rumor. If there's any hope, they are worth it. Or aren't yours?" replied the Russian. Roland's unperturbed expression was admirable. He didn't show a hint of emotion, just watched and listened.
"We must be careful," the Korean ran a hand through his hair.
"I just want to know what happened with the organization in Colombia."
All three phones started ringing because of my pulse. At that moment, my husband's expression changed. In those eyes that had shown indifference seconds ago, I now saw concern. The men left the room, and Roland's arms wrapped around me.
"Nothing will happen to me. We'll hide in Blanco for the next twenty years or however long it takes."
"They are three powerful organizations in the mafia world," I said.
"And I have all of them by the balls. Don't worry."