The Good Bad Girl

Chapter 9 A Hard dick for my wife

Thud!

She's gone. 

I let my head fall back on the carpeted floor and close my eyes. Fuck. I shouldn't have taken off her mask. I shouldn't have let my desperation play the action. How in the fuck would I be able to keep myself sane after seeing her? 

Those pale yet bright with life skin, the delicate curve of her jaw going down to the hollow of her neck where I tasted her scent. The sharp tangent of her nose marked with a tiny mole, the little spray of freckles on her cheeks and damn that lips. 

Those gorgeous forbidden lips smeared in the coating of red waiting for me to ravish it. Taste it once and condemn salvation. 

Fuck. 

It was a bad idea to see her. 

See my wife for god's sake that looks like she can ruin me in minutes. How the hell have I gone five years without her? Without knowing her face, her smell, her touch?

Those people who put in that damn contract, she better kill all of them otherwise I might. 

I rub a hand over my face cursing as I sit on the floor. I sent a coded message to Luca and Roco asking them to chop here as fast as possible. I need to get my head straight and clean her mess. 

I knew, Mi Zorro would've killed Leona by the time I arrived. At least the good thing that happened was I finally found a face to replace the thoughts of my wife from a black shadow to an actual person that has brown wavy locks that reach till her waist, the smooth curve of her body making me want to lick her, the sweet swell of her breast that shaped those tits so hard I can see them through her jacket. 

Wow, I can't believe I am lusting after my wife when there's a dead body across the hall. I shook my head and got up from the floor, dusting my clean pants. "Contrólate por el amor de Cristo." I say and to the room from where the metal stench was coming. 

As expected, Mi Zorro was quite cruel to Leona. I wore my gloves and closed a lifeless Leona's eyes. Well, just one eye because the other looks distorted. 

Nine minutes later, my team came and went down to do their business. They picked up Leona's body, thrashed it in the back of the truck, and covered it with dead raccoons same as Marshall's. I let them do their job while I take a walk to calm my heat. 

I fucking sweating and it's not because of the weather. My feet move absentmindedly outside the premises, inhaling the earthy scent mixed with something moist. I looked around and found myself walking near the lake.

A wooden plank was stretched over the waterbody. I decided to go there but when my first step on it produced a creaking sound I stopped. I rolled my eyes at its lack of strength and followed the steps back to the house when something caught my attention. 

I turn to my peripheral vision spotting a log-like thing on the right, behind the tree but near the lake's edge. It wasn't until I got closer that I saw the white sneakers attached to the foot of a man who I instantly recognized. 

Leona Keller's husband. Victor. 

Damn baby, you didn't miss him. I smirk over the new light of prideness for Mi Zorro. She's one sneaky little fox. I bent down to the unconscious body and felt his pulse. I traveled my hands up his neck to sense better but nothing came. 

I would've thought he was dead but then I saw his pale lips partly open and traces of sweat along his forehead line. He's drugged. Judging by his appearance he's been given Uranium. 

The drug slows the pulse and then ultimately stops it. The person dies for a couple of hours depending on the dose but they live. I press my ears on his chest, the light beat of his heart tells me he will be up in thirty minutes maximum. 

I need to hurry up. 

I ran back to the house and for the next half hour, we followed our routine of cleaning. 

Back at our penthouse, I quickly head for the shower. The entire flashback of today hits me, blood rushes to the center of my groin and I rest my head against the wall. 

"Fuck," I can't get her out of my head. Now that I have cleaned the mess and my boys are thoroughly instructed to follow the second of dumping the body, all the responsibilities for today release me of tension and replace it with lust.

All day, I only thought about her long hair and those red lips. It's like a forbidden fruit, I can't have. But I will. She's mine and now when I do this, I shudder as I touch my dick, I am going to have a face while jacking myself.

I close my eyes, the hardness swelling me up. It's been a long time since I have touched myself. I let my instincts play as I hold the head of my dick and circle it with my thumb. My entire body clenches as seconds later, I see Mi Zorro's face in my mind. 

Leather and vanilla.

My grip tightens and I rub my hands up and down slowly at first but then Mi Zorro's lips float in my head like goldfish in a bowl, I start jerking fast. I imagine her with me, in my arms. My tongue sucks her tits, relishing the sweet smell of our skin together. I imagine her in between my legs, with my dick in her mouth as she swirls her tongue around it.

I rub harder and harder, the coldness of the shower fading behind me as more images of Mi Zorro flash. 

"Fuck," I say when I feel my arousal. "Mi Zorro, I am going to fuck you like hell the next time we meet," I smirk and like an invitation my orgasm hits and I crumble beneath the shower.