Cruel Intentions - Vegas/ Pete Fan Fiction

The Mexican Family

Pete

I looked at the scene before me and groaned in annoyance. I wondered when in time these two cousins will ever get along considering everything that ties them together. I stood up before Vegas so that the end of his weapon was pointing at my head. I narrowed my eyes at him so he knew it was not the time to play alpha. I then turned to Kinn and raised my eyebrow.

"You could have called before hand Khun Kinn." Pete said looking at Porsche as well, "There was no need for you to barge in here like you own the place." 

Kinn looked baffled at what I said but I didn't care. This was my home now and I was going to protect it. 

"Calm down Pete. We are sorry, right Kinn?" Porsche said with a dare to contradict me smile. Vegas took my hand and squeezed, he was startled by Kinn appearance and angry I could tell. It took all of my calming prowess to keep myself from telling Porsche to fuck off just so that he would calm down. 

"Big brother" Macau said in sarcasm looking at him with venom in his eyes "My boyfriend and I will turn ourselves in for the day. Our travel was long and Rene still needs medical attention." 

Macau looked at Vegas with a pleading look and I motioned for them to carry on shaking my head at Kinn who was about to protest. It well into the evening of the day and I was hungry, worried and not upset at Kinn sudden invasion. Honestly when will this end. 

"Leave!" Vegas said matching Kinn authority, "Don't fucking ever barge into my home like this again unless it's life or death. "

"It already late, we can gather tomorrow at the main house or here, wherever and discuss the issue. Macau and Rene need rest, tomorrow we drill them for more questions." I intervened to avoid yet another conflict between the cousins. I looked at Porsche for support but he was already tugging at Kinn arm kissing his cheek for encouragement. I bid them farewell and went back to Vegas who was about to drop yet another vase that had just gotten replaced. 

"Don't you dare throw that vase Vegas" I snapped at him, "Put it back, now!" 

Vegas looked at me and put the vase back before yelling out in frustration. 

"Who the hell does he think he is? Did you see that Pete, and what the hell is up with the guards just letting them waltz in here like nothing. God damn it!" I could see the frustration in his eyes as he ran his hand through his hair. 

I went to him and kissed him. My tongue looking for the taste of him that I enjoyed so much and bring him close to me so that he felt my warmth. He moaned as I guided him to the couch where I straddled him at his groin. His hands roamed from my neck to deepen the kiss, to my back down my ass, to my front where my need for him was rather obvious. The tightness of my dress pants becoming uncomfortable as my erection press into it. I stood up panting in dire need of air and looked at him with need.

"Bedroom" was all I said as I turned and walked away knowing too well he was following me in. The moment I went into the room I removed my suit, my vest and literally ripped of my dress shirt not giving two fucks about the buttons that flew off into nowhere. On the floor Vegas clothing followed mine and I was being man handled onto the couch that adorned the ensuite of his bedroom. 

"I can't believe you said that to Kinn" Vegas said, "Do you have any idea how hot that was. The poor bastard was not expecting you to call him out like that." He laughed and bit down on my pec sending my nerve ends in wild frenzy. I couldn't avoid the moan that followed when my man rubbed himself against my painful erection. 

-Sweet Bliss- I thought as Vegas went crazy touching every part of me adding a cushion to my back knowing to well I was still sore from the whipping. 

"Does it still hurt my sun and moon?" He asked looking at me in pain. I shook my head and kissed him again. It was not the time to be sentimental I wanted him to take me and take me hard.