Once we got to the house, I found a maid and had her prepare us pizzas, hamburger, and warm up the leftover carnitas from the wedding. I took off my shoes and we went to party on the patio. The girls soon decided they wanted to swim so I pulled out some extra bikinis and let them have at it. I decided not to swim, as Julio was keeping such a close eye on me.
I brought drinks out and the maids brought out the food. We thanked them and dismissed them. We ate, drank, smoke weed, snorted cocaine, and overall had a great time. The girls and I danced and sang. Until Maximo came home.
“Fallon!” He yelled from inside the kitchen. I walked in through the doors, stumbling a bit because I was drunk. I had not partied like this in a long time.
“Yes, Maximo?”
“What the fuck is all this?” He asked pointing outside. I smiled.
“Just a little party.”
“Well it’s over, send everyone home.” He wasn’t joking. I walked out and turned off the music, telling everyone it was time to go. We hugged goodbye and I had the drivers take them home. I met Maximo in the bedroom. Our new bedroom. He was seething, sitting on the bed. He had blood on his shirt.
“What happened?” I asked, pointing to his shirt.
“It’s nothing.”
“Tell me.”
“No.” He said through gritted teeth. This annoyed me so I walked in front of him, running my fingers through his hair. He leaned into my stomach, rubbing his face against it. “One of our dealers stole from me. He stole a lot. Drugs, girls, money. He stole it from the club while Juliette was out. So we handled it. We got it all back except some of the money.”
“Did you kill Juliette?” I asked hopefully.
“Why would I kill Juliette? She has been loyal to me all these years.”
“Well, she did manage to be robbed and called us off our honeymoon. Doesn’t that seem suspicious to you?” I asked softly not to piss him off anymore. He pulled me onto his lap.
“I don’t want to talk about Juliette or any of this anymore.” He kissed me hard. He picked up where he left off at the club. He pulled my dress down and sucked on my nipples. He then unzipped my dress, stood me up, and let it drop to my feet. He ripped my lace tights and pulled my underwear down. He was not taking his time. He was angry. He needed an outlet and this outlet with me was sex.
He kissed me from my neck to my groin, shoving his tongue between the slit in my pussy, finding my clit and licking it, rubbing his tongue in circles and up and down. My back arched and I grabbed his head, holding his hair, and squeezing his head between my thighs.
He bit my inner thigh and pulled my ass into his groin. He unbuttoned his pants and pulled them and his boxers down before ramming into me. He fucked me hard, pulling my legs up onto his chest. He held onto them while pulling me closer, hitting my cervix when he leaned into me. I moaned, he groaned. If we kept this up, I would end up pregnant. I needed to remember to get my birth control script sent down here.
He pulled out and flipped me over fast, lifting my hips up, and pushing my head into the comforter. He reinserted himself into me, holding my hips, and pushing in hard. He fucked me hard. I was starting to get used to the hard sex, but I still got sore after every time we had sex.
He came inside me and slapped my ass, leaving me on the bed to go shower.
I laid there for a moment before joining him in the shower. I wrapped my arms around him from behind. He hesitated before turned around and pulling me into his chest. “What is wrong, mi amore?” Nothing was wrong. I was just soaking in this rare moment. This rare moment that he was gentle and sweet. I didn’t see this side of him often. We showered and went to sleep. I fell asleep in his arms. It felt amazing to be this close to him.