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shadowdaddies · 11 months ago

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King's Queen

Dorian Havilliard x Reader

based on this ask

Summary: Dorian's mother makes her opinions on your relationship clear. You make your own opinions known. (angst → smut → fluff)

Warnings: smut below the cut, phantom hands/light bondage, minors dni

Wiping your hands nervously on the skirts of your dress, you gave Dorian’s mother a shy smile, reaching your hand towards hers to shake. “It’s lovely to finally meet you, Georgina.”

Piercing green eyes appraised you, lip twisting disdainfully at your outstretched hand as her back straightened. She spoke in a delicate voice that betrayed the vitriol of her words. “How informal of you,” she noted glancing between you and Dorian. “I do still hold the title of Queen, if you were unaware. You may also refer to me as ‘Lady Havilliard’.”

With a flip of her long auburn hair, Georgina strolled towards her seat at the dining table, leaving you to awkwardly lower your hand to your side. Dorian quickly took your hand, pressing a kiss to your knuckles as he gave you a reassuring smile and guided you towards the table.

You took your seat, glancing down the table to where Georgina sat next to Dorian’s brother, Hollin, cutting his steak for him as the woman doted on her younger son, hardly sparing either you or Dorian a glance. After pushing around the mashed potatoes on your plate for an insufferable amount of time, you mustered the courage to try speaking to Georgina again.

With a deep breath, you plastered on a practiced, pleasant smile and turned towards where the queen sat. “Lady Havilliard, Dorian has told me that you quite enjoy the mountains. I’ve heard your home there is quite lovely - I can only imagine, if it holds a fraction of the beauty with which you’ve decorated this castle.”

Her cold gaze flicked to you, her own fork dropping to her plate with a clatter. “Yes, it is a lovely home,” she acknowledged before quickly turning back to Hollin. Lifting her wine glass to her lips, Georgina murmured so quietly that it was hardly detectable, even with your fae hearing. “Much nicer than a fae servant is accustomed to, I’m sure.” The insults continued, Georgina continuing her verbal assault as you struggled through the meal.

The effects of her words weighing heavier and heavier, your hand moved to Dorian’s thigh, squeezing for comfort. His sapphire eyes focused on you, hand moving to rub the back of yours in an assuring manner as you hurriedly finished your meal. Quietly bidding Georgina and Hollin a good night, you dashed out of the room as quickly as you could.

You moved at an exceptionally fast pace, stopping when Dorian grabbed your wrist, twirling you around to see his concerned gaze. Noting the barely held-in tears in your eyes, Dorian pulled you into the nearest room. Eagerly crossing the drawing room, you took a seat on the plush velvet sofa, burying your face in your hands.

Dorian crouched in front of you, rubbing soothing circles on your thighs. “My love, are you alright? I know my mother is unpleasant, and I am so sorry for that.”

You shook your head, leaning back against the seat as a wry chuckle left your lips. “It wasn’t only that she was so stiff and dismissive. You should have heard the things she said about me when she knew that you couldn’t hear. I am nothing but a fae servant, I only care for you for your title, I am not worthy of you.” Voice breaking at those last words, your shoulders shook as you began to cry into Dorian’s shoulder.

He held you for a long moment, letting you process your emotions before he placed a kiss to your head. “Are you going to be alright?” Sniffling, you nodded, and Dorian stood.

“I have something to take care of, but I will meet you in our bedroom,” he promised, giving a soft kiss to your lips before the both of you departed in different directions.

As you meandered back to your room, your head began to ache from all the tears you had spilled this evening. With a sigh of resignation, you turned back towards the kitchens in search of some water. The familiar shrill voice of Georgina Havilliard pricked your ears, and you rolled your eyes as you continued walking - until a deep, irritated voice rose louder.

Recognizing Dorian as the other person speaking, you quietly tiptoed towards the conversation, listening as you moved through the hallway. Rage boiled through you as you registered Georgina’s words coming from the cracked door up ahead. “I am not indifferent towards you, Dorian. I have given up on you. You are a consistent disappointment, and this common woman... pardon, fae - she spoke the word, dripping with disdain - is the perfect example of your poor choices. You are nothing as I hoped you would be.”

You could not bear to hear any more of her venom, nearly bursting the solid wood door off of its hinges as you burst into the room, halting Dorian and Georgina where they stood. Your eyes burned with fury as you turned towards the woman, barely maintaining the leash you held on your fae instincts which called on you to rip her to shreds.

Not bothering with pleasantries, you spoke in a voice you’d reserved for the worst of your enemies. “You may speak however you wish about me, but if I hear you belittle Dorian like that again, I will cut out your tongue. It is a miracle that your King is the exceptional man that he is, having come from you. It would be wise of you to recognize that.”

The air was heavy in the room, a long moment passing as Georgina shriveled under your intense gaze. With a sniffle, the woman raised her head, courageously lifting her green eyes to you as she spoke. “I will bear that in mind.”

With a smile, you nodded, once more wishing her a pleasant evening as you took Dorian’s hand and guided him out the door and towards your bedroom. Closing the door behind you, you turned to see Dorian’s sapphire eyes wide in shock as he stared at you. “Are you okay?” you whispered, becoming increasingly worried that you might have frightened him with your actions.

Dorian surprised you, his lips curving into a mischievous smile as he turned you around. Black hair hung in his eyes as Dorian towered over you, arms caging you in as he backed you against the wall. “That was the most spectacular... sexiest thing anyone has ever done for me,” he purred, leaning in as he dragged his nose up your neck.

His teeth found your earlobe, a moan leaving your lips as he tugged before moving back to your neck, slowly kissing his way down to your throat. “Dorian,” you whispered, arms wrapping around him as you begged his body closer to yours.

Dorian tsk’d at you, a wicked smirk gracing his lips as invisible hands gripped your wrists, pinning them above your head. You were trapped against the wall, desperately writhing as you begged Dorian to come closer. Instead, he stepped away, stroking his chin as he admired you on display like a work of art.

Slowly, so slowly, Dorian walked back forwards, dragging one finger down your throat to your sternum, the peak of your breasts exposed in the gown you had donned for the evening. As if another set of hands worked behind you, the laces of the dress were undone, Dorian easily sliding the fabric off of you until it fell to the floor.

“Gods, you are beautiful,” he murmured, his hand still idly tracing your body as you panted under his teasing touch.

“Please, Dorian. Touch me,” you begged. Dorian let out a low groan, his eyes darkening as his control snapped. He surged forward, one hand wrapping around the back of your neck as he tilted your head to kiss you deeply, tongue thrusting and swiping along the roof of your mouth as his other hand moved lower down your stomach.

Arching your hips into his touch, you whimpered when his fingers ghosted over your soaked core before he pulled away. You gasped, your anger lasting only a moment before the shadow hands released you, Dorian throwing you over his shoulder.

Dorian landed a playful smack to your bare ass, earning a yelp from you before he tossed you onto the bed, shadow hands returning to spread your arms and legs for him. You huffed in frustration, your arousal nearly painful as you begged again. “Dorian, I need you inside me, please.”

Unbuttoning his shirt, Dorian leaned down, kissing his way up your thighs before settling to hover over your heat. “I promise to make love to you tonight, but first I intend to worship you, thoroughly, my Queen.”

The moan that left you at his words quickly turned to a gasp as Dorian gripped your thighs, sucking harshly on your clit before thrusting his tongue into your core. He groaned at the taste, moving to flick his tongue against your clit as he brought a finger to curl inside of you.

Back arching as much as the invisible restraints would allow, you reached your high with a scream that you wee certain echoed through the castle.

Dorian quickly rid himself of his pants, lining up his hard length at your entrance as you nodded, granting him permission to push in. Jaw dropping in a silent moan at the pleasure, you felt Dorian’s head fall against your shoulder as he settled fully inside of you.

Phantom hands vanished, allowing you to pull Dorian into a searing kiss, wrapping your legs around his waist as you encouraged him to move. He rocked into you slowly but precisely, intentionally hitting a perfect angle that dragged out both your pleasure. Overcome by the gentleness of the moment, you whispered “I love you,” through silver lined eyes.

Dorian kissed you fiercely, pulling back to press kisses on every part of your face, whispering “I love you”s with each touch. With a shudder, he finished inside of you, rolling to the side as he held you close.

You pushed the hair from Dorian’s eyes, admiring his beauty as you sighed in contentment. “I cannot believe how lucky I am to have a man like you in my life,” you murmured, snuggling into his warm chest.

Dorian wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close and pressed a kiss to your hair. “I am the lucky one, my love.”

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absurdthirst · 1 year ago

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Bodily Exchange {Modern!Pero Tovar x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 12.3k

Warnings: Mafia AU, prostitution, oral sex (male receiving), derogatory language (slut/whore), biting, spitting, slapping, spanking, rough sex, anillingus, anal fingering, anal sex, oral sex (male and female receiving), 69, mentions of murder, poisoning, mentions of childbirth

Comments: Pero Tovar is your father's right hand man. Tasked with babysitting you one weekend while your father is out of town, he is tempted by your attempts to get him to fuck you. He warns you that he will destroy you, but you don't care.

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“That’s it….fuck….” Pero groans, fingers twists tight into the dark strands of her hair. Fisted together as he pushes her head down on his cock. “Suck it, girl, it’s what I’m paying you for.” Her lips around his cock are good, her sputtering and gagging on his length making him twitch. Ready to spill down her throat if she would just fucking suck. He’s got places to go, people to hurt but he needs to get his rocks off. He’s going to have to tell Georgina that this whore needs to be trained a little better. How are you gonna charge a hundred bucks to suck a man’s cock and you can’t get half of it down your throat? He hisses when her teeth scrape the vein, although he doesn’t yank her head back. Instead he pushes her head down even more, making her speed up her pace as she bobs on his cock. “Come on, fuck.” He grunts. “Gonna blow - fuck- blow my load down your throat.” He promises, feeling the familiar pull of his balls drawing up. A few grunted thrusts into her mouth later, Pero is cumming. Shooting ropes of cum down her throat while she tries to swallow it all and fails. Spit and cum dribbling down her chin and sliding down her skin. But she stays wrapped around his cock until he’s done, pulling out of her mouth with a soft plop. Pero reaches over for his wallet, pulling a hundred dollar bill out and tossing it to her. “Get outta here.” He orders, reaching for the cigarettes that were laying on the table and pulling out a smoke to light when his phone starts ringing. Grunting, he presses talk with the cigarette between his lips. “Tovar.”

“Tovar.” Your father is on the other end of the phone, “I need you at my place. Come right away. No fucking stops.” He growls and hangs up the phone without saying goodbye.

You roll your eyes, crossing your legs as you sit in your father’s office. “I don’t need a babysitter. I’ll be fine by myself.” You huff, looking across the gilded office.

“With the Lockharts on my ass, I don’t want to leave you here alone.”

That makes you roll your eyes again, “I won’t be alone. I have an entire fucking mafia in town.” You don’t want his right hand man on your ass at all hours of the day just because your dad is going out of town.

Tovar strolls into the house an hour later like he owns the place. Perhaps it’s because he has say so over anything that happens here. Only the boss can overrule him. He’s arrogant, cocky and has one hell of a temper on him. Sniffing, he glares at the guards outside the old man’s study and nods. “Open the doors, boss wants to see me.” He demands.

The doors are opened and you look up from your phone to see Tovar walk in, his stance is cocky and you want to roll your eyes as he throws a wink at you as he stands in front of your father. “Tovar. Took your time.” Your dad huffs and Tovar shrugs, “what can I say? I needed to collect some money.” He pulls an envelope of cash out, tossing it on the wooden desk and you notice the way his knuckles are bruised. “I need to go out of town. You need to stay here. Look out for her.”

Tovar’s jaw clenches and he wants to argue, to tell the man that he’s not a fucking babysitter, but he looks over at you and sees how you are steaming where you sit your pretty privileged ass. You aren’t happy and that makes him smirk. Nodding, he agrees to the order. “Sure thing. I’ll keep the princess safe.” He promises. “Locked in her tower.”

His words make you narrow your eyes. You hate being called princess and you hate being locked in this fucking house. It’s been your life for as long as you can remember and you wish you could escape but you know you’ll be killed if you ever try to make it alone. “Charming as ever, Tovar.” You roll your eyes, recrossing your legs and you see his eyes flick down, making you smirk slightly.

It’s Tovar’s turn to smirk now. “Glad you approve, Princess.” He dismisses you with huff and turns back towards your father. “Anything I need to be on the lookout for? Any specific dangers? Because I’m not going to keep all the fucking staff on.” He hates having eyes everywhere. Not when there’s a security system that he knows covers every inch of the grounds.

“Well, the fucking Lockharts are on my ass as per usual. The motherfuckers are threatening my daughter and I won’t stand for it. They don't want me to do the deal with the Garin’s and I’ll be damned if they dictate to me. I’ll do what I fucking want. But I won’t risk her. So you’ll be watching her while I’m away.”

You huff, standing up, “I’m not a child. I know how to protect myself. Been doing it since I could walk.”

Tovar snorts and shakes his head. “Yeah, princess? You gonna glare at them when they come to kill you? Beat them with your purse?” He chuckles. “Or maybe offer them something else?”

Your father growls and shakes his head. “It’s Tovar’s job to keep you safe and you won’t try me, girl.” He tells you sternly.

You take one step towards your father who narrows his eyes and you retreat, huffing and crossing your arms again. “Whatever. I’ll remain here in this prison while you go do whatever the fuck you want.” You lower your arms and stride out of the room, past Tovar who winks at you and makes you scowl.

****

Your father leaves the next day, Tovar arrives with a duffel bag and you watch as he dismisses several staff for the weekend, wanting less people around. “Less witnesses to my murder?” You tease, leaning against the kitchen counter.

“What’s the matter, princess?” He snorts. “Can’t make your own dinner or do your own laundry?” He doesn’t want people around because he doesn’t want them talking about what he does. If a man wants to bring a woman into the house and fuck her, that’s his own business. He’s not going to let you ruin his plans for the weekend.

You stare at him, hating how sexy he looks standing in the kitchen. That scar on his eye makes him look deadly and you hate that it turns you on a little to think about how he got it in a fight when he was younger. “I’m fully capable of looking after myself. Thank you very much. In fact, I prefer it. I’d give anything to be able to escape this house. I can’t even bring a boyfriend back without risking him being shot by my father or his cronies.”

“Boyfriend.” Pero scoffs and shakes his head, hating how his stomach lurches at the word. “Men aren’t boyfriends, princess.” He tells you with a smirk. “Men, real men don’t want to go on picnics or hold hands.” Stepping closer, he lifts a brow at you. “They want to fuck. Hard, and often.”

You inhale sharply as he looms over you and you shake your head at him. “Not every man is like you, Tovar. Some men are tender and kind. Some men want to nurture women, not just use their bodies. Were you like this when you arrived from Spain as an eighteen year old? Or did it develop after too many women rejected sweet, little Pero?” You coo mockingly.

He growls, reaching up and grabbing your neck, eyes flashing with anger. “Don’t test me, princess.” He warns you. “I am not your little boyfriend you can tease and push around.” He squeezes your throat slightly, satisfied when he sees your eyes widen and you nod hastily. Only then does he let go and step back.

Your cunt bottoms out as you heave a breath and you can’t believe he just did that to you. What you can’t believe even more is that you liked it. Fuck, you loved it. The look in his eyes is dangerous but you compose yourself and step towards him. “What if I want to test you?” You challenge, keeping your head held high.

He pushes against you, his body rigid against yours but he doesn’t touch you, “don’t test me,” he repeats, “I’ll destroy you, Princess.” His words make you swallow harshly and this time, when he steps back, he leaves the room. You lick your lips, needing some water after that encounter, and you know you’re going to have fun winding Pero up this weekend.

****

Tovar sneers as he looks at his phone, debating on calling Georgina to send one of her girls over to the house. Needing to work out some of the tension that is swimming in his veins and making his cock hard. He can’t touch you, even if he could wipe that smug smirk off your face. You aren’t his to touch and your father would kill him. “Mierda.” He hisses, shoving his phone in his pocket. He doesn’t want to deal with anyone right now and it’s pissing him off.

Your aim this weekend is to make Pero crack, use that roughness he has flowing through his veins to make you scream his name in pleasure, to - as he so eloquently put it - destroy you. You bite your lip, looking at the tiny shorts you’ve decided on to wear around the house and the bralette that covers barely anything. You wouldn’t wear this if the house was full of staff but it’s just you and Pero now. Dressing and making your way downstairs to the kitchen, you find Pero at the counter, staring at his phone, and you stride past him to open the fridge. “You want some dinner, Tovar?” You ask, pulling out the pasta sauce you made a couple of days ago without turning back to look at him.

Looking up, Tovar drops his phone, making it clatter onto the counter. “Shit!” He hisses, fumbling for it clumsily and looks up again to glare at you. “What the hell are you doing?” He demands, his eyes glued to your ass as it hangs out of your shorts and he wants to grab both cheeks and bite them.

You turn to look at him, a sweet smile on your face, “what does it look like I’m doing? Making dinner, you moron.” You roll your eyes and close the fridge, finding the spaghetti and you bend over to grab the pot from the drawer, smirking because you feel his eyes glued to you. Perfect, it’s exactly what you wanted.

Tovar growls, knowing that if he says something about what you are wearing, you will win whatever little game you are playing. He won’t let that happen. Instead he presses a button and puts the phone up to his ear. “Georgina…send two girls over to the boss’s house.” He speaks into the phone. “The one with the big tits and the nympho.” He doesn’t say goodbye, just closes the phone and leans back in his chair. “Hope you have enough, princess.” He hums. “More mouths to feed.”

You want to roll your eyes but you refrain, knowing he will win if you do that. “I can make enough food for your friends.” You offer him a sweet smile, scowling as you turn away from him. “Just don’t stain the sheets. Poor Martha has more than enough work to do than cleaning up after your whores.” You quip and turn on the stove to begin making dinner.

He rolls his eyes, annoyed that his little trick didn’t work. He hadn’t called Georgina for real, he didn’t want a white anymore. He wanted you. “Shut up, princess.” He grumbles and pushes away from the counter to go check the camera feeds.

You smirk, glad that he’s annoyed, and you continue cooking, suddenly no longer hungry now that he has whores on the way to the house. You eat alone while he “monitors the cameras” and he comes into the kitchen while you are cleaning up, his food on the side waiting for him to heat it up. “Your friends aren’t on their way?” You ask, leaning forward on the counter, your tits pushed together and you bite your lip when you notice his gaze dip down. He’s not immune to you and that’s thrilling.

“Changed my mind.” He grunts, looking back up at you. “Figured you’d be jealous if I fucked them where you could hear. The one with the big tits is a screamer.” He shrugs as if it doesn’t matter to him. “So don’t invite your ‘boyfriend’ over for some shitty sex.”

You sigh sadly, “I don’t have a boyfriend so there’s no worry about me having ‘shitty sex’.” You huff and stand up straight, turning to grab the plate of food to heat it up for him despite him being a dick. “Here’s your dinner.” You set it down on the counter for him, setting a beer down beside it. You huff, “here you go, asshole.” You are annoyed with him but fuck, that scowl has your stomach twisting with lust.

When you turn to walk away, Tovar reaches out and grabs your wrist, tugging you back to him. “Be nice, princess.” He growls. “I am not like your father’s other dogs. I will not kiss your ass and cater to you.” He knows that is why your father chose him to stay here. He wouldn’t hesitate to kill anyone if that is what it would take to make sure that he kept you safe like he was supposed to. “Although I will spank your ass until you cannot sit if it will sweeten your tongue.”

You smirk, leaning against him as you look up at him, “promises promises, Tovar. We both know you wouldn’t dare spank me. My daddy wouldn’t approve.” You tease and Pero snorts, “your father wouldn’t approve but your daddy isn’t here, I am.” He chuckles darkly and you swallow harshly, “exactly. You don’t have the balls to follow through. You’re all mouth. I bet you can’t last more than a few minutes fucking a woman. Too self absorbed with your pleasure. Especially since you pay. Guess you can’t get it for free” You mock him, pulling your wrist away from his grip.

“I can get it for free, princess.” Tovar retorts. “I pay so I don’t have to worry about cock hungry bitches begging for me to fuck them getting in the way of my work.” He smirks as he watches your eyes narrow with anger and he twirls up some of the pasta you made and pops it in his mouth. “Good girl.” He teases after he chews and swallows, sending you a wink when you don’t say anything else. “Now run off back to your tower and pout about how mean I am.”

You glare at him, wanting to stomp in frustration, but instead, you start to form a plan to ruin his night. You step back, a smirk on your lips as you make your way to the door, “enjoy your dinner Tovar.” You announce sweetly before you leave the kitchen and make your way to your room, already trying to decide what to change into to “watch tv.” When you decide on the black lace number that you had bought for your previous boyfriend before he was scared off, you change into it. It’s nightwear but you can hardly consider it that when it’s practically see through and hits just below your ass cheek. You slide into your slippers and make your way downstairs to the living room, knowing Pero will come across you from somewhere. You can’t stand him, hate how cocky he is, but you know he could wreck you, make you scream his name, you want him. Far too much for your own good. You know what he is, who he is, but you still want him inside of you.

The thing about babysitting you is that it’s boring. He chafes at being unable to do what he wants. Despite his threat and want, he wouldn’t bring a whore under the roof where you are, it would be disrespectful. Not because he gives a damn what you think, he just knows you are a lady, one who doesn’t mix with that type. He huffs, dragging himself from room to room with a bottle in his fingers. Taking a swig every few minutes. The house is secure, you two are the only ones in it and there is nothing to do. He walks into the living room and rolls his eyes when he sees you sprawled out on the sofa, until he realizes what you are wearing. “Mierda.” He hisses. “Hijo de puta, what are you wearing?”

You look over at him from the television, biting your lip to stop your smirk as he growls at you. You shift, sitting up, and offer him an innocent look, “I am ready for bed. This is what I wear to bed, Tovar.” You huff and flop back against the sofa, eager to see what his next reaction is. Probably storming out…that seems to be his speciality.

Tovar stares at you for a moment, a scowl on his face before it transforms into a dark and wicked smirk. He lets his eyes drag up and down your nearly nude body as he leers. “I did not know the princess was a whore.” He grunts. “You must get a good price to have a man fuck your cunt. Tell me, do you wish to have Georgina manage clients for you?”

You hiss, quickly shifting off of the sofa to stride over to him. You waste no time in slapping him but he catches your wrist, too quick for you. “You’re a pig. Just - I was trying -” You are practically shaking with rage.

“You were just trying…?” Tovar mocks you, your wrist still in his grip.

“I was trying to get you to fuck me but I guess that was a momentary lapse of judgement.” You growl, trying to get out of his grip and when he doesn’t let you go, you move to slap him again with your free hand.

Tovar grabs your other wrist and smirks, dragging you closer so your tits are pressing against his chest. “You could not handle me, princess.” He sneers. “I am not a gentle man. This - this scrap you are wearing would be torn off of you and you would wear bruises for days if I did what I wanted with you.” Leaning in, his lips are so close to yours, breathing into your mouth. “You would scream until that pretty little throat of yours is hoarse and cry fat tears as I destroyed your pussy for any cock but mine.”

His words combined with his accent have your knees almost buckling and you gasp, surging forward to press your lips to his but he pulls back to stop you. You choke out a whine of frustration, “I want that. Please Pero. Please fuck me. Destroy me.” You beg breathlessly. “Please sir.” You add for good measure, wanting to see if he reacts to that.

He shouldn’t. He shouldn’t touch you. Your father would kill him, kill you. Still….he’s always done what he’s wanted and you’re begging for him to fuck you. Always wondered how your spoiled ass would act when you were fucked properly. He lets you go, shoving you back from him gently. “Go to bed, princess.” He orders you harshly, watching as your eyes lose their sparkle - dejected when he refuses your overture. “Go and wait on your bed like a good little slut. Panting for my cock.” He needs to check the doors and arm the system and he wants you to squirm, to wonder if he’s going to fuck you.

His words make your cunt drip and you nod, knowing he could leave you high and dry but you have to take the risk. The reward of him possibly fucking you like you’ve never been fucked before is worth it. You make your way to your room, leaving the nightie on while you lay down on the bed, swallowing harshly as you wait for him to either leave you hanging or come into your room and wreck you. The anticipation has your heart pounding and you sit up on your elbows, waiting for what turn this night takes.

Even though his cock is starting to harden, Tovar takes his time. He checks every door and makes sure that there are no open entry points when he sets the alarm. The indoor cameras have already been shut off, he hates being recorded inside a place like a home. There is no need for it and he’s thankful your father knows that, so it doesn’t seem suspicious. He even stops by the room he was to sleep in to brush his teeth and make sure that he is decent for fucking you. Smirking as he walks to your room and pushes your door open.

Your heart practically stops as he opens your door, your eyes meeting his dark, hungry, gaze and you know he’s here to ruin you. That thought alone had you ready to cum. Sure, you hate the man but he’s far too sexy for his own good. One night to indulge before you go back to loathing him. “Took you long enough.” You scoff, rolling your eyes at him.

“Keep it up, princess.” Tovar growls as he steps inside the room and closes the door behind him. The click of the lock echoes through the room and he smirks. “One chance to say no.” He tells you. “Tell me now and you will go to bed nice and innocent. If I stay, you will do what I want, when I want, how I want.”

You don’t say no, cunt dripping onto the sheets and he stands at the foot of your bed, looking down at you. “I want you to fuck me.” You plead, “I want you to take what you want from me.” You know you sound pathetic but he does this to you, makes you into some needy little whore that only wants him. Maybe it’s because he’s such an asshole, you like them mean.

He stares at you for another moment, watching you wait. Your tits heaving as you breathe and when you open your mouth to beg again, he lashes out. Grabbing your ankle, Tovar drags you down the bed to where you are splayed out in front of him and ignores your shriek of surprise. Ripping the lace that covers your tits, his eyes flash for a split second before he ducks his head down and bites one of your nipples harshly before he sucks it into his mouth, his other hand groping the other.

The roughness of his touch has you moaning his name, reaching for his hair to pull him closer but he grabs your wrists, pinning them with his free hand then he continues squeezing your tit. “Oh God.” You arch your back into his touch, still in your panties despite the lace now fluttering to the floor.

He isn’t gentle. He sucks and bites and runs his tongue over your breasts until they are covered in marks. Indentions if his teeth are all over your skin. Skin puffy and swollen from the pressure of his mouth. He moves back, smirking down at his handy work and slaps your tit. “You like that princess?” He demands roughly.

You are shocked at his rough treatment, unable to believe how truly punishing his act is but you are dripping wet and speechless. “Ye-yes. More. I want more.” You plead, hands still imprisoned by his. You know you will feel his marks for days but you love it, it’s what you wanted from other lovers who could never do it properly.

Chuckling darkly, he slaps your tit again. “Such a little slut. You parade around your father’s house acting like such a princess, but you are just a little whore who needs a cock shoved in her mouth, aren’t you?” He wants to fuck your face, imagined it. Planting his knees on the bed and straddling your stomach, he holds your wrists down and unbuckles his belt with his free hand. “I’m going to fuck that smart mouth of yours, princess. Make you gag on me.”

You want him to have a struggle so you keep your mouth shut until he grabs your jaw, forcing it open and you love it, keeping it open while he grabs his cock, pushing it into your mouth. You wrap your lips around him, eyes watering when he pushes back into your throat immediately.

Snarling, Tovar lets go of your hands so he can grip your head. Immediately starting to fuck your mouth ruthlessly. Harsh swings of his hips as he pumps his cock into your mouth and down your throat. Loving how you gag and sputter when he pulls back. “Fuck.” He hisses. “Fucking take it, look at those tears. Already crying and I’ve barely touched you. You want to stop, princess? Give up?”

You shake your head and open your mouth, eager for him to continue using you. His chuckle makes your cunt clench and you moan when he pushes back into your mouth. “Such a greedy little slut.” He coos with that accent that has you moaning around him, practically close to cumming without him even touching you.

Tovar fucks your mouth, watching your eyes as his cock plunges into your throat and he slides his hips back down he can feel the way the skin of your throat bulges. “Good little whore.” He grunts, feeling his body start to tense up, knowing that he will have to stop in a few thrusts. He doesn’t want to cum down your throat right now. “Are you wet? Is your cunt dripping from sucking my cock?”

You swallow harshly as he lets you breathe. You offer him a smirk, “why don’t you find out for yourself?” You challenge, managing to pull your wrists free from his grip as you start to jerk his cock.

He reacts without even thinking about it, reaching out and slapping your cheek. Not hard enough to leave a mark, but just sharp enough to make you gasp and freeze in shock. “Did I tell you to touch me?” He growls, grabbing your wrist again.

Fuck, that nearly makes you cum. You whimper and he grabs your chin, “do not do anything without my permission.” You nod as best as you can and he squeezes your chin.

“I- I’m sorry sir.” You gasp out and he smirks, making you whimper again.

He watches for you another second before he shuffles off of you, flipping you over onto your stomach and dragging your lace panties down. “You taunted me and said I would not spank you, Princess.” He reminds you. “Time to eat your words.”

When the first smack hits your skin, you cry out. “Oh shit.” You moan when he hits you again. Your cunt must be dripping by now, this is what you wanted from him. You wanted this violence, you wanted this feral treatment.

“Such a fucking brat.” He growls, enjoying your cries. He’s not stupid, he can see the slick starting to coat your thighs from how turned on you are getting. You like this. His hand slaps your ass cheeks again and again until he can see welts and he knows you will feel it sitting down.

“You’re such a - a fucking asshole.” You taunt him, squealing when he smacks your ass even harder. When his hand shifts in the next smack, slapping your pussy, you moan out. You know his palm must be slick with you.

He chuckles, grabbing your ass with both hands and pulling your cheeks apart. Watching both of your holes flutter and spasm. “You like it.” He tells you, leaning down and spitting on your hole, just to be even more of a dick.

When he spits on you, you whimper, but when he pushes his thumb against the puckered hole, you practically shake with need. He’s in control and you love it. “Please.” You beg breathlessly, needing him to touch you. You need more.

He throws his leg over yours and straddles your thighs. The saliva on his cock has dried but he knows you are slick enough. Instead of warning you, he shuffles forward and guides himself to your cunt and pushes deep, burying himself to the hilt.

He takes your breath away as he pushes into you, making you reach for the sheets to cling to them as he pushes into you without warning. “Oh my fucking God.” You finally choke, closing your eyes as he stretches you more than any other lover you’ve had.

Tovar growls, slapping his hips against your ass before he pulls back to set a hard pace. You feel fucking incredible and he wants to tear you apart. Make you cry out his name and show you exactly what you asked for. Each time he hammers back into you, he pushes sounds and squeals out of you, making him smirk. “G-good, no?” He hisses, grabbing the back of your neck to hold you down while he fucks you.

You pant against the sheets as he fucks you, hard and fast. Unrelenting in his efforts to ruin your pussy for any other person on earth. You moan his name again, “it’s so good. So good. Keep going. Please. Keep - keep going. I need - I want to cum.” He’s hitting deep and each time he hits that spot, your eyes roll into the back of your head.

Tovar moans at the way your tight cunt takes him. Squeezing him as he drills into you. He pauses, pushing down on your ass and he changes angles, fucking down into you like a rag dog.

“Oh my - fuck yes.” You moan at the new angle. He’s unraveling you and you whimper when he pushes deep inside of you, his hand smacking your ass and you revel in the sting. “Pero. I’m gonna - you’re gonna make me - oh fuck!” You squeal, letting him push deep and you try to cry out when you clamp down around his cock but your voice breaks, going hoarse from the way he’s made you scream.

Tovar groans as you cum around him. Keeping his pace frantic to chase his own pleasure. Pulling you up to your knees and upright so your back is against his chest. His hand wraps around your throat. “Fuck, princess.” He hisses. “Gonna make you drip my cum all night.”

You gasp when he squeezes your throat, making your cunt flutter around him again, and you pant when he thrusts a dozen more times, pushing you onto overstimulation. You shake against him when you cum again, clamping down on his cock just as he buries himself deep and fills you with spurt after spurt of hot cum,

He groans roughly, biting down on your jaw while he rides out his high, squeezing your throat again. Slowing his thrusts down until he is grinding into your cunt and finally stopping. Tovar pants into your ear for a few moments before he pulls out of you. You are completely naked and he only pulled his cock out of his jeans.

You flop forward, unable to support yourself as he lets go of you. His cum drips out onto your sheets but Pero just tucks himself back into his pants. “Oh my God.” You choke, unable to speak or breathe or do anything but lay on your now ruined sheets.

“Mouth isn’t so smart now, is it?” He taunts, admiring your limp form as you are spread out and dripping him. It’s a beautiful sight, but he would never tell you that. Instead, he purses his lips and contemplates what he needs to do. Should he stay or go back to the room he is supposed to stay in. He decides to leave. “Sleep tight, princess.”

You hear the door shut and you close your eyes, unable to decide what you wanted from him after he fucked you into a stupor. You wonder if he wants more from you tomorrow, and you wonder why he wouldn’t clean you up. Then you snort to yourself. This is Pero Tovar, he doesn’t do aftercare. You manage to force yourself off of the bed to clean yourself up and you crawl back into bed, falling asleep instantly.

****

When you come into the kitchen the next morning, Tovar is sitting at the bar scrolling through his phone. The fact that there are donuts from your favorite shop is only because he wanted donuts this morning. Not because he was feeling like he should do something for you. And since he got donuts, the double shot latte you drink was just a natural extension of the order. He glowers at you when he looks up, pleased to see you walking gingerly this morning. “Afternoon, princess.” He huffs, even though it’s only nine o’clock.

You spot the donuts and latte, eyes wide with surprise but Tovar just looks back at his phone. “Did you- you got this for me?” You ask and he rolls his eyes, looking up from his phone.

“One of the donuts is a Boston Cream Pie. Figured it was appropriate.” He chuckles and you roll your eyes but your heart flutters at the fact that he did this. He could’ve just not bothered at all if he didn’t care at least a little. You sit down, hissing a little, and notice the smirk on Pero’s face. “Did you sleep well, princess?” He asks and you nod, “I passed out not long after you left my room.”

He snorts, pleased that he had worn you out. “Soak in a bath with epsom salt.” He tells you gruffly, knowing you are sore. It will help you. “Then you will be fine. Unless you just have delicate skin.” It’s a taunt, wanting to see you spit back at him. Despite domineering you last night, he actually enjoys your smart mouth. Picking up his own coffee, he takes a sip and watches you as you open the box of donuts.

You scoff, “wasn’t too delicate last night, was it?” You retort, wanting to ask if the coffee is poisoned but you won’t lower yourself to his level. “I’ll take a bath after I have my coffee. You wanna join me?” You tease, hating that you want him again despite your body aching.

Tovar raises his brow at you and shrugs. “Sure.” He grunts, amused when your eyes widen in shock. Obviously you hadn’t expected him to say yes. “What? I take baths. How do you think I soak when I’m sore from beating a man to death?”

You wince slightly as you clench around nothing at that thought. Fuck, he’s so capable, so deadly, and yet he has only given you pleasure. You stare at him while you drink your coffee, wrapping your lips around the straw and he chuckles, sipping his own iced coffee. “I’ll go start running the water.” You announce once you’ve finished your drink and you walk over to him, leaning down to press your lips to his cheek, licking his scar as you pull back, “don’t keep me waiting, Tovar.”

He growls, nearly reaching for you again but he doesn’t. He knows you are sore and will need to soak. The truth is that he probably fucked you harder than any of the whores he fucked, but he had wanted to show you what he was capable of. To give you what you wanted. You don’t want him because of his good looks, you want him because he’s dangerous, rough. So that’s what he gave you. He finishes his drink and stands up, leaving his phone behind as he makes his way back to your bedroom.

You are naked as you bend over the bathtub to turn off the hot water just as Tovar enters the bathroom. You look back at him with a smirk, his dark eyes trailing down your spine to your ass. "I'm gonna soak, you wanna sit with me or you got better things to do?" You tease, loving that dark look in his eyes.

“If I did, I’d be doing them instead of standing here.” Tovar scoffs, reaching for the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head. He’s not been nice but he can sit with you in a tub. Especially if he can get you to ride him. “Keep it up and I’ll spank you again.” He warns.

You internally wince at the idea but you step into the water, moaning at the heat before you sink down, hissing slightly at the sting before you lean back and look at Tovar who is pushing down his pants. You shift forward to allow him to get in behind you and when he’s in the water, you lean back against him. “Is this okay?” You ask, knowing he’s prickly about physical contact.

Rolling his eyes, Tovar reaches for you, dragging you back against his chest more firmly. “Shut up, princess.” He rasps in your ear, muscles relaxing in the hot water. He knows it has to feel good for you, he rode you hard last night. His hand slides up and cups your breast, squeezing lightly. “Just rest your cunt and your ass.” He tells you. “It is sore, no?”

You relax against him, “yes. It is. I- last night was - it was amazing.” You tell him, smiling softly as you close your eyes and allow yourself this intimate moment with him. His hand massages your breast and you just enjoy the hot water on your sore skin. “You really did a number on me last night.” You joke softly.

Tovar snorts, pinching your nipples before he continues to grope them. “It’s what you wanted.” He reminds you. “You wanted the asshole who takes what he wants. But you cannot say I don’t make a woman cum now, can you?” He’s smug about that, leaning in and biting down on your neck. Not as rough as last night, but there is a sting to his teeth.

You whimper, hating how smug he sounds but you can't disagree with him. "No. I can't say that. I - I want more." You admit, turning your head to kiss his jaw. You wonder if he will reject you or if he will embrace you again. "I want you, Tovar." You plead, knowing you are sore but you don't care, you need him.

Letting go of your breast, Tovar grabs your jaw and stares at you for a moment. His cock is already half hard from just being naked in the tub with you and he chuckles darkly. “Cock hungry little whore.” He teases. “If you want it, you’re going to have to do it yourself.” He hums, letting go of your face and leaning back in the tub. “Fuck yourself on my cock, if you’re so eager. Ride it like the little slut you are.”

You bite your lip, shifting away from him, and you shuffle onto your knees as best as you can in the bathtub to face him. His cock is hard when you wrap your fingers around it, your cunt wet from the anticipation of having him inside of you again, and when you position him, you slowly sink down on him, mindful of the slight ache. “Shit.” You moan at the way he stretches you out. “You feel - it’s - you’re so thick.”

There’s a reason he wanted you to ride him. In this position, you are more in control of how you take him, wanting to give you time to get used to him if you are too sore or pull off if you can’t. Will he make fun of you? Absolutely, but he’s not a total monster. “All me princess, not some toy.”

You want to roll your eyes but you can't. focusing on sinking down onto his cock. He stretches you out and you are sore but the pleasure is fading out the tinge of pain. You grip his shoulders, sinking down until your ass is pressed against his thighs. "I have an IUD by the way. Since we never - we didn't get a chance to discuss that." You allow yourself a few moments to get used to his cock inside of you again.

He shrugs, unconcerned with it. He knows you have birth control because your father runs his mouth too much. You didn’t know he knew though, so it makes him seem like a bigger asshole. “Good to know, princess.” Leaning back, he watches your face, the micro expressions showing that you feel uncomfortable but the pain isn’t too much. He should know, he watches people’s pain tolerance daily.

You can’t believe he doesn’t seem to care about your IUD, most men would be breathing out in relief. Instead, Pero just stares at you, watching you as you adjust to him and finally, the ache passes. You whimper, starting to lift your hips so you can slowly sink back down onto him. His hands are gripping the tub and you slide yours down his chest, admiring his tattoos and various scars from near misses.

He smirks at you, enjoying the way your pussy flutters around him, letting you touch him how you want. Still, he keeps his hands on the tub, knowing that if he reaches for you he’s going to take over. You aren’t quite ready for that yet. You still have brief flashes of pain when you sink down too fast. “Maybe your cunt isn’t up for fucking.” He teases. “Maybe you should put my cock in your ass.”

You inhale sharply at the comment, wondering what he would feel like in your ass. “I haven’t - no one has ever - none of my boyfriends ever wanted to do that. I don’t know what to do.” You admit, not opposed to the idea. You kind of like the thought of him being the first one to take you like that.

“Oh you are a princess.” He chuckles, finally sliding hand into the water and caressing your ass before he slides his fingers between your cheeks. “You want to find out what it’s like? Have my cock in your ass? Filling up every hole you have?”

You gasp when his fingers press against your puckered hole and you whimper when he starts to push a digit inside of you. “Tovar. Please. I- I want to find out what it’s like. I want you to be the one to show me.”

Tovar hums, pushing in just enough to slip past your resistance and then he pulls his finger free. “Stand up and turn around.” He orders you roughly. “Bend over and show me your ass.”

Your legs shake slightly as you stand up, turning away from him, and you grab the edge of the tub as you bend over, showing him your swollen cunt and puckered hole, already fluttering with anticipation.

He doesn’t tell you what he’s going to do. Figuring you would tell him that it’s nasty or that you don’t want him to do it. Forgetting that he does what he wants. Grabbing your hips, Tovar leans in and buries his face between your ass cheeks, his tongue swirling around your puckered hole and flicking over it as he starts to voraciously eat your ass.

“Oh my God!” You squeal, unable to believe he’s doing that. You grip the edges of the tub tighter and moan his name as his tongue swirls and dips into an otherwise unexplored part of your body.

Tovar chuckles, enjoying the way your entire body tensed when he surprised you. He keeps a tight grip on you, rocking you back onto his tongue as he coaxes the muscle open enough to push inside.

You are surprised by how good this feels, unused to the sensations and you whimper, grinding back onto him while his tongue starts to probe deeper inside of you. “Oh shit. I-” You bend over a little more, gasping his name when he continues.

He knew you were filthy. Knew it. Humming, he makes sure that he gets you nice and wet before he pulls back so he can sink his thumb inside your tight little hole while he continues to lick around it.

He works you open with his thumb and you swear you are about to collapse. He bites down on your ass cheek and you moan his name, reaching back with one hand to tangle your fingers in his locks, pushing him back into your flesh.

“Greedy.” He rasps out, pulling his thumb out so he can push two fingers inside you. You’ve never had someone inside your ass and he will have to work you open so he doesn’t rip you.

His fingers bring new sensations you've never experienced before and you fucking love it. You rock back onto his fingers and he works you open enough to take his cock. You pant, head dropping between your shoulders and you desperately need him inside of you now.

When he feels like you are loose enough, he pulls his fingers out of you and slaps your ass. “You will need lube, princess.” He grunts at you, “more than my spit this time. Get your lube, I know you have some.”

You step out of the bath, lucky to have some extra lube in the drawer. You have a few bottles just in case you wanted to use your toys in the shower. You grab the bottle, careful to not slip on the tile and you hand it to Pero before stepping back into the tub.

He smirks and flips the cap open. “Don’t say I don’t care about you, princess.” He jokes as he squirts a very generous amount on his hand and tilts his hips up out of the water to smear on his cock. “Fucking an ass without lube is painful, so I’m being nice.”

You watch him lube his length up and you shift to straddle him. “Plus you’re my first.” You remind him, noticing the softness that appears in his eyes for a moment. You caress his chest, “put it in.” You tell him and he reaches around you to place his cock at your puckered hole, spreading more lube with his fingers and he lifts his hips to slowly push into you. You hold your breath, bracing yourself as he takes your hips, letting you lead and you lower yourself another inch onto his cock.

Tovar clenches his jaw, hissing at how fucking tight you are. It’s like a hot vice around his cock and he loves it. “Easy.” He groans out, not wanting you to go too fast. There will be plenty of time to fuck your ass hard once you are use to him and begging for more. “We will get there, princess. Sink down on my fat cock.”

You slowly, so slowly, sink down onto his cock and he stretches you out for the first time. “Fuck. I- this feels different.” You murmur and he caresses your hips.

“Good different or bad different?” He asks and you exhale shakily, taking another inch.

“Good different.” You confess and sink down a little more, slowly edging his cock into you until finally, your ass is pressed against his thighs.

Tovar leans in and kisses you roughly. It’s not a timid, hesitant kiss. One that takes full command and he groans into your mouth when you open for him. Pulling you close while his tongue slides against yours as you adjust to the feeling of being full in a different sense.

You moan into his mouth, tangling your fingers in his hair, and you start to move. A tiny rock of your hips and he grunts into your mouth, spurring you on. You continue, gaining confidence and you start to rock on his cock. “Oh shit. That- that feels good.” You admit breathlessly.

He grins, watching your eyes glaze over before they flutter closed. Still kissing you while you whimper and whine as you work your hips. His hands move to your waist, helping you just a little. Not enough to force you to move if you don’t want to but you moan louder.

You rock onto his cock, picking up the pace as you get more confident and comfortable. Your eyes are closed and you throw your head back as you start to enjoy how he feels inside of you like this. “Fuck baby. This - this is better.” You confess, glad to give your sore pussy a break.

He snorts, smirking as he leans back and lets you move. “Yeah? You gonna cum from my cock in your ass?” He asks, moving one hand down to your cunt to press his thumb against your clit.

When his thumb presses against your clit, you whine his name and he chuckles when you move a little faster on his cock. “Is this good for you?” You ask, knowing he hasn’t really said anything since you sank down onto his cock. Maybe he’s already bored of you and he’s just entertaining you.

He glares at you, incredulous that you would ask such a stupid question. “I am trying not to blow my load, princess.” He hisses, rubbing your clit faster. “Your ass is tighter than your cunt and you nearly squeezed it off last night.”

His words send you closer to the edge, grateful that he is enjoying this so much. You moan and rock a little faster, crying out when he rubs your clit just right. “You gonna - you gonna cum inside of me, you gonna fill me up?” You lean in to nip his jaw and he rubs your clit a little harder, pushing you over the edge. “Oh fuck!” You yelp, shaking as your cunt clenches around nothing but you grip his cock in your ass.

“Fuck!” Tovar growls, unable to stay passive anymore now that you’ve cum. He grabs your hips harder this time, thrusting up into you and making water slosh out onto the floor but he doesn’t care. All he cares about is fucking your through your high and filling your ass up so you can drip his seed again. “Fuck, princess. Gonna cum- you’re gonna fucking make me cum.” He growls, pushing his hips up harshly and pulling you down as he buries himself in your body and floods your hole with hot waves of his cum.

You lean against his chest while his cock throbs inside of you, making you moan his name and kiss his neck. You’ve never been so pleasured before and he only touched you last night. He relaxes beneath you, cock still inside of you, and you tilt your head so you can softly kiss him, just breathing him in while you both enjoy your orgasms.

Tovar closes his eyes, not wanting to move right this second. You are a great fuck, and he is worn out. Panting softly as he lets you kiss him as you curl against his chest. “Be gentle when you get off, Princess.” He murmurs. “Now you will be sore everywhere.”

You snort, “you’ve ruined me Tovar.” You admit and he sighs, caressing your back.

“Call me Pero.” You smile against his chest, “Pero.” You murmur his name and kiss one of the many scars on his chest. After a moment, you reluctantly move, gently shifting off of his cock and you hiss when you shift over to the other side of the tub, watching him relax while you start to clean up.

He smirks as you get an uncomfortable look on your face, knowing you are unused to the more realistic aspects of anal sex. You’d probably only ever read flowery romances that involve it and gloss over the dirty details. “You’re going to have to go take a shit.” He tells you with a chuckle. “Only way to get it out.”

You wrinkle your nose, “wonderful. Better go grab some water to drink.” You joke, stretching your legs out and he caresses your foot. “I need to get your cum out of me.” You shift to stand up, grabbing the nearby towel to wrap it around your body. Your body is sore but you love it, wanting to spend the rest of the day watching movies on the sofa.

He snorts, knowing you are embarrassed by the idea of taking care of that in front of him and stands. “I’ll go grab your water and you clean up, princess.” He tells you, knowing you want to have some privacy.

You watch him wrap the towel around his waist and you walk over to him, grabbing the back of his neck to press your lips to his. You pull back after a moment, pecking his lips. “Thank you.” You murmur, stepping back and turning towards the sink so you can start to clean up after he’s gone.

Pero walks through the halls, water dripping and he stops by one of the other bathrooms so he can clean up himself quickly. He figures you will want to change the water in the tub before soaking again. He can’t fuck you again, you would be too sore. Once he's cleaned up, he goes back to the kitchen and grabs the water and your donuts to leave in your bedroom to eat after.

You smile when you are cleaned up and in your room, finding the bottle of water and donuts. You settle onto your bed, figuring Pero will find you if he wants, and you start a movie. Eventually, you fall asleep from the exhaustion of getting fucked hard by the Spaniard. You are woken up by kisses on your neck, a hot body behind you and you snuggle back into the warmth, "Pero." You murmur, still hazy from sleep.

“Go back to sleep.” Pero orders gruffly, seeing how exhausted you still are. He had gone to check the house and come back to find you asleep. He wraps his arms around you and slides his hand under your shirt to cup your tit. He wants to sleep with you right now, indulge in a nap and have your soft, warm body next to his. “I’ll eat you out while you suck my cock when you wake up.”

You smile softly, "sounds good." You close your eyes, drifting back to sleep while his hands caress you. You dream of him, imagining him taking you out for dinner. The right hand man of your father, a murderer, a criminal, treating you like a princess. It's a beautiful dream but you soon wake up to Pero snoring on his back, your body curled around him, and you smile when your thigh nudges his hard cock in his jeans. Your smile turns into a smirk and you carefully work on unbuttoning his jeans. He stirs but settles down and you pull the zipper down, carefully reaching into his jeans to pull his hard cock out. You lean down, flattening your tongue along the underside.

Pero’s eyes shoot open and for a moment he has violence in his orbs, until he realizes what is happening. His hand cups your cheek and he moans, your tongue pressed to the head of his cock. “Brat.” He rasps. “Waking a man from his sleep because you are horny again.” Anyone else would think that he is pissed from his tone, but he is already grabbing you to drag you up to kiss your mouth harshly. “Take your shorts off, princess. I will lick your sore pussy while you suck on your favorite treat.”

You don't hesitate to shuffle off of him, pushing your shorts and panties down. You toss them aside and straddle his chest, reaching down to take his cock back into your mouth. He grabs your hips, pulling you back to hover over his mouth and he groans, sliding his tongue through your folds. You moan around his cock, closing your eyes as you start to bob your head.

Pero eats your pussy like he had eaten your ass, vigorously and enthusiastically. He groans into your folds and flicks his tongue over your swollen clit. Twitching inside your mouth as you swallow around him. He closes his eyes and pulls your hips back more, encouraging you to sit on his face.

You grind back onto his face, no longer shy, and you moan as he sucks on your clit. You hollow your cheeks around his cock, taking him deeper, and spit starts to dribble onto his crotch as you gag around him. You pull off for a moment to catch your breath just as his tongue slides into you, "fuck Pero." You pant, gripping his cock and you jerk him before you wrap your lips around his cock.

He would laugh, taunt you for how wrecked you sound but he’s too busy enjoying you. Your tangy arousal coats his tongue as he flicks it deeper inside you and he wants you to scream again. He likes the way you scream his name when you cum. Greedy for this time since your father will be back tonight or tomorrow. Then this little episode will be over. Pero groans into your folds and angles his chin to press against your clit while he tongue fucks you.

You continue to take him down your throat, holding your breath while you take all of him, nose nestled in the coarse hair at the base, and you pull off of him after a moment to gasp in air. You rock your hips and his chin grinds against your clit. “Oh shit Pero. I- I’m gonna - oh fuck.” You cry out as his cock remains in your hand, your body shaking while you cum again.

Pero slurps up your arousal, working you through it and happy that you soak his face. When he finally pulls his lips away, his chin and cheeks are covered in your juices. “Fuck, princess.” He groans. “Suck me off or I’m going to fuck you again.” It’s a lie, but you don’t know that.

You want him to cum down your throat so you eagerly take him back into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks. You give him the sloppiest blow job, spit dripping from your mouth and you choke around him but continue, wanting him to cum. You reach down to fondle his balls, rolling them between your fingers as you take him past your gag reflex.

He chokes out your name, fingers digging into your flesh as he tenses up. So close to cumming again and when you swallow around him, he’s done. The small cry of pleasure isn’t as loud as yours but he’s breathless, lifting his lips while his cock starts to throb. Pumping smaller spurts of cum down your throat since he had cum so much this weekend.

You swallow every drop, wanting to please him after he’s made you feel so damn good. You caress his thighs while he pulses in your mouth and when he groans out that it’s too much, you pull off of him, spit and cum on your chin as you try to shift off of him, flopping down on the bed beside him with a pleasured smile. “Shit, that was amazing.” You sigh, wiping your chin with the back of your hand.

Pero snorts, leaning in and pressing his lips to yours. He doesn’t give a damn about his cum, or yours, he just wants to kiss you again. “Such a little slut.” He teases, sending you a small wink before he kisses you again.

You like this side of Pero. Playful and teasing. Affectionate. Much better than the gruff asshole you have come to know during his time working with your father. “Do you ever get bored of this life?” You ask him softly after a few moments when he pulls you into his side.

“What do you mean, hermosa?” He asks and you bite your lip for a moment.

“I mean…working for my dad. Killing people. Don’t you want more? Don’t you want a family? To settle down?”

He knows that’s not possible. He’s in this life until he dies. It’s the way it works. “You don’t know what you’re saying, princess.” He huffs, his fingers stroking your arm gently. He’s imagined it, but it’s so far out of reach, it would be like trying to go to the moon. “It doesn’t happen for people like me. You- you’ll marry some pencil dick and have six kids.” He growls, not liking the idea. “I’ll be taken out by someone younger, hungrier, when I get too old to watch my own back.”

You frown, "not if- not if you were the boss and you had a son." You bite your lip when he scoffs and says "how would I be the boss, Princess? The only way would be if your dad died and you and I-" He freezes and you look at him, waiting for his reaction. "You don't mean that." He says and you shift to sit up, looking down at him.

"Think about it. You could protect me. You - you might never love me but I could live with that as long as we were happy as a unit. I could give you a family and you take over from my father. You are his right hand man anyway. You know how it works. I don't - my father has talked about me marrying that asshole from the Irish family - William Garin - to unite our families. I don't want that. I want you."

Pero watches you for a moment, searching for any kind of trick or backstab in your eyes. It’s dangerous just to talk like this and he’s never trusted anyone to even seemingly consider it. Although he’s thought about off-ing your old man before. He thinks about watching you with that blonde bastard and he shakes his head. “Princess, you better make damn sure you know what you’re getting into.” He growls, reaching for you again. “Just because we are married doesn’t mean you’ll get your way all the time.” He grabs your jaw and kisses you roughly before he adds, “you better give me a son.”

The fact that he just agreed to marry you has your heart pounding in your chest. You wrap your arms around his neck, “I promise.” You know you can’t control it but you hope you can please him, you want him to want you, to love you. You press your lips to his, sliding your tongue into his mouth and he kisses you for the first time without having sex.

****

“Sweetheart, I’m home!” Your father calls out as he enters the living room and you look over at him from the sofa, Pero sitting in the chair across the room, lips still wet from your kisses.

“How was the trip?” You ask, standing up and walking over to your father, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“It was…tedious but I got what I wanted. How was your weekend? Did Tovar look after you?” He asks and you look over at his right hand man, a smirk on your face, “oh yes. He looked after me.” Your tone is innocent but your smirk is anything but.

“Did she behave?” Your father asks Pero who stands up from the chair.

“She was fine.” Pero is nervous but on the surface he looks pissed off like he normally does. It’s not everyday you kill your boss, the man who took you in when you were nearly homeless and newly arrived from Spain. “Need to talk to you about something, boss.”

You look at Pero as he guides your father into his study across the first floor of the house. You bite your lip, the guilt creeping up but you know this is how it works in your families. No one dies of old age. Your father wants to marry you off to the son of his enemy, knowing you’ll be mistreated but he wants their land, their shipping paths. You can’t allow him to do that to you.

Pero follows your father into his study quietly. “So the girl was a problem and you didn’t want to let her know you were ratting her out.” He chuckles as he walks over to his decanter and pours himself a drink. He doesn’t offer Pero one, but then again, he never does. Pero waits while the man takes a gulp of the liquor, taking grim satisfaction in his greed for the alcohol. “Well, what did the girl do?” He huffs, looking at his second in command.

Pero shrugs. “Nothing. She complained about marrying William Garin and offered herself to me if I killed you.” He tells the man honestly.

Your father chokes in the liquor, a laugh escaping his lips. “Oh come on. You and I both know you’d never do that. You - you wouldn’t kill me. I saved you, I made you what you are. She’s a silly little girl. She’s marrying Garin and that’s it. She won’t have a choice in the matter. We need their shipping paths and to keep them on our side. Besides Tovar, you aren’t exactly husband material, are you?” Your father laughs and takes another gulp of the booze.

Again, Pero shrugs. “Maybe not. I am rough, demanding, brutal.” He admits, looking down at his scarred hands. Hands he has beaten men to death with without a second’s hesitation on your father’s orders. It was true, he had made Tovar the man he was. Which was why it was sad that he couldn’t see this coming. “But your daughter’s pussy is tight and her mouth is fucking talented at sucking cock.” He taunts. “So I think it’s a good deal.”

Your father splutters, steam practically coming out of his ears as he glares at Pero. “What the fuck did you say?” He growls, striding towards the Spaniard. “Is that what she’s done? She’s been your whore for the weekend and convinced you to take me down? I’ll fucking kill her. She won’t be marrying Gavin, she’s gonna be killed. You- you will do it. Oh how bittersweet. To be killed by the man she seduced. You’ll do it now. Go. Before I change my mind.” Your father orders Pero, furious with him but he knows how conniving you can be. You’re your mother’s daughter. He pours another glass of booze, downing it in one gulp.

For the first time since he was taken under your father’s wing, Pero defies the man’s order. Instead of going and murdering his only daughter, Pero smirks and crosses his arms over his chest. “What are you doing?” Your father spits furiously. “You are not going to kill me.”

This makes Pero chuckle and nod towards the decanter. “Amigo, I already did.” He tells the former boss, dropping his arms and striding towards the older man to shove him down into his chair. “It is your daughter’s love for you, and mine, that made this clean.” He growls into the older man’s ear. “Just relax and know that your last minutes will be pain free, old man. Your daughter, your empire - is now mine.”

Your father chokes, slumping down in his desk chair, his eyes full of shock and terror as it sinks in that he’s about to die. He swallows harshly and is starting to struggle to breathe. Pero stands there and watches him, his dark eyes full of unknown emotions and your father tries to speak but fails as his breath is robbed from him. He’s wheezing now, hand slamming down on the desk as he tries to relay his anger towards Pero until he finally falls face first onto the desk, his eyes glazed over as the last breath leaves his body.

Pero hears you behind him, turning his head and sighing softly. He had made sure that when they do the toxicology report, the poison won’t be reported so there will be no foul play. The cops in the area are all in his pocket anyway so he doesn’t see an issue. “It’s done, princess.” Pero grunts at you, aware that despite everything, the man was still your father and you are going to be upset at the way this had to play out. “No regretting it now.”

You don’t regret it. Your father was planning to ruin your life…just like your mother’s life was ruined before she died. You wrap your arm around Pero’s waist, “I don’t regret it. I am getting what I wanted: you.”

****

Pero growls, pissed off as he rushes through the long, sterile halls of the hospital. He knew he shouldn't have gone out of town, but he hadn’t trusted anyone else to take care of business and you weren’t due yet. Now he’s almost missed it.

You had called him, screaming from the pain and telling him that the baby was coming when he was nearly four hours away. You couldn’t have a baby in that amount of time, could you? He doesn’t know, but he had ordered his men to fucking hurry.

Growling out your name to the nurse at the station, Pero slaps his hand down on the desk, demanding to see you. “Where is my wife?” He hisses.

You stare down at the baby in your arms. Pero was too late to see the birth but you understand, your water broke early and the little baby in your arms is 2 weeks ahead of schedule. You can’t stop staring at the baby and just about manage to look up when Pero rushes into the room.

“I’m too late.” He hisses, angry with himself.

You shake your head, “it’s okay. It’s okay.” You promise, tears stinging in your eyes now that he’s here. “I’ve disappointed you anyway.” You choke, knowing how much he wanted a boy. “It’s a girl.” You announce, bracing yourself to see his face fall. You had decided to keep the gender a surprise, Pero was old fashioned in that sense and you were anxious but agreed to wait until the birth.

“Another girl.” Pero grunts. Mia, your two year old, is the spitting image of her mother. A happy, bubbly thing that fills the once quiet house where you had grown up with squeals and laughter. Newborns had terrified Pero when she was born, although he has gotten better about fearing that he is going to break them. So now, Pero leans over to scoop up the baby from your arms and look at his newest daughter. “You caused your mama to cry, niña.” He coos gruffly, falling instantly in love with the sleepy eyes staring up at him. Smirking, he looks over at you. “What do you want to call her, princess?” He demands. “Boy names have been all you have been thinking of.”

You watch him with his daughter, your heart clenching at the acceptance in his eyes, the adoration. “You aren’t - you’re not angry with me? We had - she’s a girl. You wanted a boy and I’ve given you two girls.” You choke, tears still streaming down your cheeks, overwhelmed by giving birth and now your husband’s disappointment.

Pero scoffs, scowling at you until he notices the tears that are flowing. “Don’t be stupid.” He murmurs softly, stroking the baby’s head and pressing a kiss to her crown of hair before he lays her down gently in the bassinet the nurses have put beside your bed to turn to you. “You have given me two beautiful, healthy daughters.” He reaches it and wipes your tears away. “I am not angry. How could I be angry with the woman I love giving me children? I do not care if we have boys. Our daughters will run our empire.”

Your eyes widen as he unknowingly says he loves you. He’s never said it, even during your wedding. He’s shown it sometimes, like when he’s soft when he fucks you, but he’s not an emotional man. You love him, desperately, and you’ve told him that but he’s never said it back. You haven’t had expectations of it so you’re shocked to hear him say it now. “You- you love me?” You choke out, staring at him.

Rolling his eyes, as if you are stupid for believing otherwise, he kneels down by your bed. “I killed my boss for you, princess.” He reminds you quietly, his fingers sliding down your cheek and he takes your hand. The one that he put a ring on the day after your father’s funeral. “You think I would do that for anyone? I had power, I had money. I did what I wanted. But I did that so I could have you.” He murmurs, bringing your hand up to his lips to kiss the back of it softly. “I love you. And I love our daughters. I will continue to kill for you if I have to. Te amo.”

His words make you cry and you pull him close, as close as you can, and press your lips to his. Hearing him say it has you soaring and you can’t regret what happened that weekend. It got you the family you’ve always wanted and a husband you adore. “Te amo, Tovar. I love you.” You murmur against his mouth. “Maybe we can try for baby number three.” You tease and Pero chuckles.

“If you want, Princess. Although I think I’m going to go gray early with four princesses.” He jokes and caresses your cheek.

“Worth it though.” You run your fingers through his hair.

“Yes you were.” He murmurs, offering you a rare smile. You were worth it. Pero Tovar has it all and no one will take it away from him, he’ll kill to protect what’s his.

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