Angel

Chapter 42

Emilio

She didn't speak to me the remainder of the night and now we sat in silence on the plane. I know she had a right to be confused and even mad, but dammit, I'd had enough. Nodding my head to the guard, I grabbed her and carried her as she fought and protested to the cabin room, then tossed her onto the small bed.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing," she hissed.

"I'm going to explain everything, and you are going to listen. Then I'm going to punish you. I warned you about your language," I informed her.

"Might as well go for the gold," she snorted then looked me dead in the eye. "Fuck you, Emilio. I don't give a shit what you have to say. My entire fucking life is a lie. Everyone who was supposed to love and protect me has lied and used me and for what? To become your little fucktoy, your trophy wife, well no fucking thanks. I'll stay to keep those I love safe, but this - us, is just fucking business now."

"Are you done?" I asked.

"No. Fuck you," she hissed again and rolled her eyes.

I bit my tongue and went to the drawer then came to the bed. Before she could even react, I had her hands cuffed and attached above her head. Next, I bound her feet to keep her from kicking me, and last, I forced a ball gag into her mouth. She was literally growling, she was so pissed off, but damn she looked hot.

"Now, you are going to listen and then we will discuss the eight curse words you used and what that will equal in terms of punishments." She huffed, but thanks to the gag didn't protest. "Your father came to work for me when you were only a toddler. His family has always worked with mine in one way or another and your mother knew this going into the marriage. Yes, you were a business arrangement in the beginning. You were actually betrothed to me by the time you turned twelve, little mouse." Her eyes widened at the news. "Do you even know your father's last name?" She shook her head no. I knew they'd always used her mother's name to fly under the radar, but even now I was shocked at how much had been hidden from her. No wonder she was so livid.

"Mattie, your father is Ricardo Cortez, son of Alberto Cortez, as in the head of the Cortez cartel. Our marriage was intended to merge the two cartels, and now it has. Of course, it took a little longer because of your unexpected pregnancy. As you already know, your parents had no idea you had a boyfriend. I personally blame Rico for not keeping a better eye on you, but that's beside the point. When you got pregnant, it was agreed that you would go to your grandmother, then give the child up for adoption. However, your grandmother had different plans. You vanished, baby. It was like all of your records had suddenly dropped off the face of the planet and you were just gone."

I could see something click in her mind. I'd have to ask her about it later.

I knelt on the bed between her spread legs, my hands tugging at her panties. Without a word, I pulled out a pocket knife and quickly cut them away as she gasped. "I realize you've had a shock, baby, but it doesn't change the fact that you are mine and you always have been. Whether you knew it or not, my world is your world." She protested behind the gag, but I just smirked. "Now, I think you need to learn a lesson about that filthy mouth, little mouse. Let's see how many times I can make you cum, sí?" Her hips began to twist as she tried to get away, but it was futile. Within minutes, she was crying out as I buried my face in her core and devoured her.

After the tenth or eleventh orgasm, her cries were sad little whimpers and her body was trembling uncontrollably. My cock was aching as I undid the gag and wiped away the saliva that had dripped down her cheeks. "Now I'm going to put that pretty mouth to a better use than saying filthy words, little mouse," I told her as I pushed my cock past her lips. She strained against her restraints as her body began to respond. I felt the head of my cock force her throat to expand and groaned, gripping her neck. "Joder, mi amore, such an amazing mouth," I groaned as my thrusts picked up pace. She moaned around my cock, her body thrashing beneath me. Moments later, I yelled as I filled her throat with my cum, and massaged it with my hand to make her swallow.

I gripped her hair and lifted her head, "The next time you want to cuss at me like that, I'm going to use a spider gag and face fuck you until you pass out, understood?"

Her eyes were glazed as she answered, "Yes sir."

"Good girl," I said and gently removed her restraints, not missing the shiver she had at my praise. Good to know.

****

I carried her to our room when we arrived, her sleeping form huddled against my chest. After her punishment, she cried some more and then fell asleep. I left her alone to process everything. My poor little mouse. Every time she thought she knew the truth, something new happened. I gently removed her shorts, leaving her in her t-shirt as I pulled the blanket over her. I started to walk away and felt her hand dart out. "Don't," she whimpered. "Don't go."

"I won't, little mouse," I said gently and slipped off my own clothes down to my boxes. I pulled her into my arms, her head on my chest and just held her. "Do you want to ask me any questions?"

She sighed, her fingers making circles on my chest. "Why didn't anyone tell me?"

"I don't know, Mattie, but if you want, we can sit down with your parents tomorrow and you can ask them yourself. If that isn't enough, we can call a meeting with your grandfather. He was rather peeved he didn't get to walk you down the aisle," I chuckled.

She gave a soft smile. "I didn't even know I had a grandfather. MawMaw's husband died before I was born." She paused, "Why did she lie?"

I kissed the top of her head, "Maybe she thought she was protecting you, love. I'm sure she was less than thrilled when her daughter married into the cartel."

"She told me you had a strange obsession with me, and killed my parents trying to find me."

I blew out a breath. "I don't think I'd call my obsession strange, but I was persistent. I realize you didn't know me, but I watched you grow up, knowing that we were to be married."

She raised her head and laughed, "How old are you?"

I let out a loud laugh, "I'm thirty-two, baby. All this time and now you ask."

"Wow, you're old," she snickered and made an exaggerated face. I clapped my hand to my chest, feigning being wounded as she broke out in laughter. Then I started tickling her until she was crying for mercy. She was panting when I quit, her face flushed and eyes bright. She looked like a goddess. "Thank you for telling me the truth. I'm sorry for the way I acted." I was dumbfounded but quickly recovered when she leaned up and kissed me.

My arms wrapped around her as the kiss deepened. Being here in her arms was everything I'd ever wanted and I'll be damned if I let her go.

Author's Notes:  Um...the characters are doing it again....I'm not in control...