Chapter 87 Caught
"What the hell are you doing here?" Miguel doesn't sound too happy to have his father in his house. "Didn't I tell you to never come here?"
Mr.Cargill looks at a crying Valentina with regret in his eyes, to me, and then back at Miguel.
"My son was shot." He clears his throat. "I wanted to check up on him. Wait, what is Madison doing in your house?"
"Senator." T.J. nods and steps in front of me. "Miguel and I are friends. I'm in charge of Madison's security. I accompanied her to San Francisco for an audition, and I stopped by to see how Miguel is doing. They insisted we stay over."
The lie is believable enough, but I notice the anger in Miguel's eyes getting worse.
"Can you please give me a minute." He steers a whimpering Valentina past us to her bedroom.
"I'm sorry you had to see that." Mr.Cargill shoves his hands in his pockets, reminding me of Miguel.
"Madison, get dressed, please." T.J. tells me over his shoulder, and I don't let him tell me twice.
I practically run to the bedroom, my heart beating a mile a minute. Would he tell Ben he saw me here? What would Ben do then? Does his father even know what kind of person he really is? And why did Valentina react like that?
I'm busy getting clothes out of my suitcase when the door opens and closes softly.
I turn around to see Miguel stalking me, only this time there's none of the desire in his gaze from earlier. In its place is unbridled anger, his jaw clenched tight, and the muscles in his neck straining.
"Is your mom okay?" I drop the jeans in my hand when his hand encircles my throat, and he walks us slowly to the wall and pin me against it.
My mouth falls open, and his eyes drop there, his nostrils flaring, and his breathing fast.
He's not hurting me, just holding me there.
"Miguel." His name falls from my lips like a plea, his demeanor reminding me of days past.
He slowly lifts my chin, and lowers his frame to reach my lips in a soft, searing kiss.
But I can feel the anger radiating off him, like he's trying to rein himself in.
I know I shouldn't entertain this, not with his mother crying, and his father being here, and T.J. lying for us.
I shouldn't thread my hand in the short hairs at the back of his head, and kiss him back like my life depends on it.
He groans in his chest, the hand around my throat tightening. I'm breathing just as fast as him when he breaks the kiss, and steps away from me, his eyes roaming over my body in his T-shirt that I threw on over my negligee.
"This is the last time our relationship is being swept under the rug with fucking lies." His voice is low and controlled, like it's taking everything in him to not lash out at me.
I gulp nervously. "What do you want, Miguel? We didn't exactly start off in a very traditional way."
"I don't give a fuck how we started." He turns his back on me, the plasters on his back sending making my heart skip a beat in concern when he takes off his robe.
He shouldn't work himself up like this. I step up to him, and lay my hand on his back, the muscles jumping underneath.
His body may look like granite and steel, but he's only human.
"Miguel, what relationship do you think we can have?" The words feel like sandpaper coming from my throat. "Your father is one of the most prominent people in this country. I was engaged to your brother, where could this possibly go?"
It hurts to say these words to him, and maybe this is the wrong time when he's clearly upset, but would there ever be a right time?
He goes still as a statue, it feels like he even stopped breathing.
He turns around quickly, and picks me up like he shouldn't do in his position.
"Miguel, put me down." My words fall on deaf ears as he carries me to his ensuite bathroom and kicks the door closed behind him.
He puts me down in front of the bathroom counter, and turns me so my back is to his front, and we can look at each other in the mirror.
"Where could this possibly go." His voice is dangerous as he buries his face in my hair. "My father is an ignorant asshole who only cares about his career, and my brother is a manipulating fucker."
He peels the clothes I'm wearing over my head, leaving me naked with a pussy still wet from earlier. He picks up my right leg and rests it on top of the counter.
I moan when his fingers run through my core before rubbing titillating circles on my clit.
"Look at that." He bites my earlobe. "I love how I can open up these legs and they can do exactly what I want them to do."
I feel rather than see him pull down his boxers. He's hot and pulsing against my entrance, and he slams inside me so hard, I might have screamed the room off.
"You have to be quiet." He says on a groan. "Fuck, my pussy is so tight, so warm and wet for me. You think my father heard that? Do you think he heard his precious son's fiance scream because I'm fucking her?"
He pulls back, only to slam in deeper, my walls struggling to open up for him even though I can feel my wetness coating my thighs.
I bite the back of my hand to stop the screams threatening to come out. I'm unbearably full, and he's still screwing inside me to fill me up more.
"I told you this pussy belongs to me, didn't I?" He clenches his teeth as he manages to push all the way inside my quivering walls. "Everything of yours belong to me. You are mine. You have always been mine, and I don't give a fuck about fathers and brothers, do you understand me?"
I can't talk, I can only murmur incoherently as he starts fucking me viciously up against the counter, tears leaking from my eyes as he rubs my clit in tune to his thrusts.
As soon as my pussy starts convulsing around him, he cums on a deep groan, holding me to him with his free arm across my chest.
"Don't ever minimize what this is again." He whispers in my ear "I will handle my family." He withdraws from me on a whimper, but as always, he smears his sperm over my asshole before pushing his fingertip inside.
"Ben won't ever come near you again, or he will end up a dead man."