Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
He had made love to her, taking his time, and she relished every thrust as he filled her. It felt so good. Afterward, he held her in his arms, and they had fallen asleep.
Now, Mateo was gone, and Ella knew she couldn’t just lie in bed all day. There was a chance she might even be pregnant. The very thought of it was surreal. Climbing out of bed, she couldn’t help but put a hand to her stomach. Was it possible? No, she was not going to get her hopes up just yet.
Pulling back the covers, she saw the evidence of what they had done last night. There was blood on the sheets, combined with his semen. Her cheeks started to warm, and she grabbed the blankets and started to pull them off the bed. The blood had gone onto the mattress, and she felt absolutely mortified. She rushed to the bathroom to soak a towel and grab some soap. She climbed onto the bed and started to scrub the mattress.
“Hey, easy, it’s okay,” Mateo said, coming in. He grabbed her arms and pulled her off the bed.
“I, uh, I didn’t mean ... I’m so sorry.”
He cupped her face and forced her to look at him. “It’s fine.” He kissed her. “I’ve got people that can get blood out. I’ll make the arrangements to have it dealt with.”
“You do?”
“Ella, you know who I am and what I am capable of. Trust me, I have people to take care of a lot of shit,” he said. He kissed her again.
She didn’t get a chance to question him again as he bent forward and she let out a cry as he lifted her over his shoulder and carried her straight back to the bathroom. Ella tried to convince him to put her down, but he didn’t until she was in the shower. She watched as he stripped down completely naked and stepped inside. He made sure she was out of the way before he turned on the spray of the shower, taking the brunt of the cold.
“You didn’t have to do that,” she said.
He gripped her chin, tilted her head back, and then kissed her.
“I know. There is a lot I didn’t have to do, but I’m going to take care of you, and my wife doesn’t get to feel the cold.”
She couldn’t argue, because that was really sweet. He was willing to take the cold, only allowing her to step beneath the spray of the water once it had warmed up.
“Did you sleep well?” he asked, reaching for the soap.
The moment his hands touched her body, all logical thought left her. She didn’t know what he had said because his hands felt so good as he used them as a sponge, soaping down her body.
“Uh, yeah, I did.” She finally managed to get a response, as he ran his hands all over her. It felt so good.
“Did you?” she asked.
“The best.” His lips were at her neck, and she closed her eyes, biting into her bottom lip in the hope of trying to gain some focus. She felt so ... hot, so warm.
But Mateo didn’t go any further. He washed her body, lathered her hair with shampoo and conditioner, and then it was her turn to take care of him, which she did. Exploring his body, marveling at all of his ink.
“Did any of this hurt you?” she asked.
“Some of it was not comfortable.”
“You like getting it done, though.”
“I do.”
She smiled. “I’m terrified of needles. There is no way I could do anything like that or have anything like that.”
“You’d be surprised at what your body can take.”
He stepped out of the shower, turning off the water. Ella reached for a towel, but he was there, helping to dry her. She loved the attention he gave. She couldn’t help but wonder if he wanted to have sex with her again, but he dried her body and they made their way into the bedroom. He took her to the closet and helped her get dressed.
She wore a plain olive-green shirtdress, with matching tights and black boots. Mateo got dressed in his usual pants, crisp shirt, and jacket. He always looked in control, and that hadn’t stopped. He was a man who knew what he wanted.
Ella wondered if she had gotten in way over her head.
****
Mateo did not need to be at every one of his businesses. He had everything in place to get weekly updates, and no one would dare turn traitor on him. In the last fifteen years, he had taken care of many traitors and snitches. All of them ended up dead. It had been a long time since anyone had dared.
Now, as he looked out his office window in his country home, seeing Ella walk the gardens, he was grateful and a little annoyed that his presence wasn’t needed far away from her.