Chapter 276 - Don't You Trust Me? - meters
Veronica
My husband's hands run down my leg in the early morning. Two days ago, I cut off his services. He keeps giving me the same excuse, and it's been three weeks of that story.
I've complied with his request not to leave the ranch, but he doesn't cooperate either. Then he scolds me when I do something I shouldn't. How the hell am I supposed to know what I can and can't do? When he slipped his hand between my panties and touched my entrance, which was wet since he'd been wreaking havoc on my neck for the past five minutes.
"You're so wet, Vida." His voice was a direct signal to my crotch.
"And wet is how I'll stay, Cielo." I quickly got out of bed.
"Veronica!"
"Nothing, Veronica." It was four in the morning. "Do you think I talk for the sake of talking?"
I went into the bathroom. I have to control my desire to make love to my husband. But he wasn't planning on leaving me alone. As soon as I turned on the shower, I felt him, naked, at my back.
"Beautiful, please." He took my hand and placed it on his penis. "Look how hard I am." He pouted. "What part of 'it's still confidential' don't you understand?" He just massaged himself with my hand. "Please."
"Don't you trust me? Do you think I'm going to tell people? I'm your wife, Roland. You're a magician at this, but you make me feel like I'm not that important. You don't tell me anything, you make me feel ignorant." He took my face in his big hands.
"Don't say stupid things. You're the most important person in my life."
"Then don't make me feel like I don't matter." He pressed his forehead to mine.
"We're under threat."
"I know that already. Don't insult my intelligence."
"You've learned a lot about persuasion, but you have a weapon with which you'll undoubtedly always win."
"I also punish myself by not being with you, but it feels awful that you make me feel like a useless woman."
"Never say those stupid things again. Thanks to you, we kept Marcela away, and she's a great danger."
That was news. He noticed my attention and confirmed. He took the sponge, applied soap, and started lathering me up.
"Arnold sacrificed himself for each one of us..." He told me everything. When he finished, I slapped him as we were drying off. "I tell you the truth, and you hit me?"
"Of course, I hit you. I've been insulting Arnold when I should be thanking him for what he's done for us." My eyes welled up. "Poor Lupe, what Arnold is doing is worse than the sacrifice you made."
"We all know that, which is why we're working on it. Miguel should have arrived from Germany by now. The same operation was done with Lobo, so at least neither of them is at risk of being electrocuted."
"Don't worry, even if it breaks my heart to see Lupe, I won't tell her anything. I hope you find another solution before they get married."
"They will never marry."
"Yes, but she doesn't know that. If someone did that to me, I might throw myself into another man's arms."
"Help us with that. She asks you for advice." I crossed my arms.
"You know I'm not lying, Roland."
"Who can understand you? You even cut off my services, and by the way, I'm still waiting for my payment. The main reason for my abstinence in not telling you anything was because you don't know how to lie. I consider you, but you keep me with a hard-on and don't take care of it."
I stared at him. We were still in the bathroom, the kids were still asleep. He crossed his arms, standing naked with his erect member, it hadn't gone down. I walked slowly.
"Are you going to play the dignified one now?"
"Absolutely."
He raised an eyebrow, and I knelt before him, running my tongue from his testicles to his glans. I achieved my goal, my husband's loud moan, and that was the invitation to devour him to my liking. His hands on my head, pressing me to take him deeper, his gasps sending signals to my crotch. It was incredible how intimately connected we were.
"Beautiful, I won't last, and I'm going to punish you..."
Roland pulled away and lifted me. In no time, he was penetrating me, and we were submerged in desire.
"I love your mouth, your ass, and your vagina, but as punishment for being a naughty girl, I'll use all three holes, so get ready."
An hour later, we emerged from the bathroom. I was tired but happy, and my husband, no less so, his face radiant after such an intense session.
"What are you looking at, Vida?"
"I'm going to have to misbehave more often…"
"Wasn't it you who said you didn't like certain practices?"
"I'm not talking about that. If I deprived you for three days, if I deprive you for five or six..."
"Don't you dare!" She approached me, smiling. "I love you. The intruders and the princess are awake, time to bathe the kids."
"Roland, you might know that woman Marcela should be treated for hypocrisy." I saw him smile. "But I don't want her in my house, and I don't want that farce here either.
"I'll try to stay quiet for everyone's sake, and I'll be careful about what I say to Arnold if I don't see him with that earphone in his ear. When I get the chance, I'll tell him to try to talk to Lupe. If they leave it to chance, they could lose her."
"What do you mean?"
"I almost committed suicide. If she sees him marrying someone else, she might do the same, and hers wouldn't be a farce. She'll be with another man, and if there's one thing I've seen from the boy in her group, it's that he's a version of all of you.
"For him, it's vital that Lupe stays his, that no one else has touched her. Lupe is a rebellious girl, loyal to the death, unless she feels betrayed."
"The other option is for Arnold to get her pregnant. That would give me enough time to finish the plan. Her pregnancy and the first few months would be dedicated to the child."
"God, your mind is Machiavellian..."
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Guadalupe
A month and a half had passed, and that was how long I had been alone and bewildered. By some twist of fate, Mr. Gustavo was at my university because his younger sister was going to study psychology, and he was gathering information for her to start mid-year, which was in a month.
Since I ran into him, he has stayed close. Some friends approached to invite me out tonight, and honestly, his response puzzled me, which makes me hopeful.
I can't find another explanation for the attitude all of Güerejo's friends have taken. It was evident that something was going on with all of them. The truth is, my friends didn't feel like inviting me again, his serial killer look was enough.
"Lupe, I'm heading back to El Renacer, let's go together."
"It's not..." I fell silent, his look was enough. "Yes, sir."
"Do you need to get anything from your new apartment?"
It wasn't my apartment. Inés bought it and rented it to me. It was luxurious; they don't know what it's like to have a simple home. But I appreciate the beautiful gesture she made for me. The afternoon she handed it over, she did so with Daniel and Aníbal.
"It wasn't necessary for you to buy an apartment, Inés," I told her.
"Oh, dear! If you saw the ridiculous amount of money that comes into my account every month, plus these rascals give me money for my expenses. Let me spend it on something. In fact, I'm going to start buying properties, and in my will, I'll leave one to each of my grandchildren. The money that multiplies in my account has to be useful for something."
"I accept on the condition that I pay you a monthly rent, not what it would cost to rent such a luxurious place, but what I can afford."
"If that makes you feel better. I accept."
"Thank you."
"Lupe!" Mr. Gustavo's call brought me back.
"Here I am."
"I think you were in another world."
As we were leaving, we ran into Arnold. He was staying; he has class until noon tomorrow. He completely ignores me, although sometimes I feel his presence nearby. I got into the car while they greeted each other.
Through the rearview mirror, I saw Arnold was red from something Mr. Gustavo said to him. I haven't dared to ask, but sometimes Güerejo keeps an earphone in his left ear.
"All set, Lupe. Your place and then the ranch."
At the corner of the building where I live, I saw for the third time a guy who looked at me strangely the other night when I did the shopping.
"What's wrong?"
"You don't miss a thing." He put on some sunglasses.
"Lupe, you know we're under threat. You're part of our family."
"I don't have anything with Arnold anymore."
"That doesn't mean we don't consider you part of our family. If you see or feel something, tell us."
We had parked in front of my building. He was right; I don't want to relive what happened last year when they left me with broken ribs.
"Did you see the guys standing on the corner?"