My Pay

Martinez’s POV

I drove with one hand on the wheel, the other resting on my wife's thigh.

The red dress looked fucking perfect on her — tight around her tits and ass, showing exactly what belonged to me. She sat stiff beside me, still shaken from earlier. Good. Let her feel it.

We got to the old warehouse where the families gathered. Corey, the old bastard everyone came to see, had held court like he still ran shit. I brought Rodah because I wanted them all to know: she was mine.

The moment we walked in, heads turned.

Corey leaned back in his chair, cigar smoke curling around his wrinkled face.

“Martinez. You brought a woman to business? Since when do we bring pussy to the table?”

I pulled out a chair for Rodah and sat beside her, my arm draped possessively over the back of her seat.

“She’s not just any woman. This is my wife, Rodah. Payment for Cole’s one million dollar debt. The old man couldn’t pay cash, so I got his daughter instead.”

A few men chuckled. Corey raised an eyebrow.

“A daughter for a million dollars? That’s a stupid fucking way to settle a debt. You could have taken the money or put a bullet in his head. Now you’re stuck with some girl?”

I stared him down. “It’s my money. I decide how I want it repaid. She wipes the debt clean. End of story.”

Before anyone else could speak, Kilian leaned forward. The young bastard was handsome in that sinister way — sharp jaw, cold eyes, and too much power for his age.

His gaze locked on Rodah like he wanted to eat her alive. He looked her up and down slowly, stopping at her cleavage.

“Fuck me,” Kilian said with a dirty grin. “For a woman as sexy as her, I wouldn’t mind forgetting fifty million. Look at those tits. That ass. She’s built for riding cock all night.”

Rodah tensed beside me. I felt her shift uncomfortably.

Kilian didn’t stop even as I fixed him a murderous stare. He licked his lips.

“Come on, Martinez. Be smart business man. Hand her over for three million cash. I’ll fuck her so good she’ll forget your name. Bet her pussy will be worth every penny.”

My rage boiled up fast and hot. No one looked at what was mine like that. No one talked about fucking my wife.

I pulled my gun out in one smooth motion and pointed it straight at Kilian’s forehead. The click of the safety coming off echoed in the sudden silence.

“Say one more word about my wife's pussy and I’ll blow your fucking brains across the table,” I growled.

“She’s not for sale. She’s not for rent. She’s mine. Touch her, look at her like that again, and I’ll kill you slowly.”

Chaos erupted. Chairs scraped and there was confusion. Someone else pulled a gun. Corey barked,

“Martinez, put the fucking gun down!”

I didn’t move. My finger stayed tight on the trigger. Kilian’s face went pale, but he tried to laugh it off. “Easy, man. Just joking.”

“I don’t joke about what’s mine,” I said coldly. “Next time you look at my wife like you want to fuck her, I won’t warn you. I’ll just blow out your brains.”

I kept the gun trained on him for another long second, then slowly lowered it. The room stayed tense.

No one else dared speak about Rodah again.

Corey changed the subject fast, talking about territory and shipments, but I barely listened.

My hand stayed on Rodah’s thigh the whole time, gripping tight.

The meeting dragged on another thirty minutes. When it finally ended, I stood up, pulled Rodah to her feet, and walked her out without another word. My blood was still boiling.

In the car, I slammed the door and started driving fast. My jaw was locked tight. Rodah sat beside me, hands in her lap, looking shaken.

After a few minutes of silence, she spoke quietly.

“I thought I was just a repayment for a debt, Martinez.”

I glanced at her. Her voice was small, but there was fire in it too.

“It doesn’t matter how I acquired you,” I said sharply.

“You’re mine now and that's all that counts.”

She turned her head to look at me.

“You pulled a gun because some man looked at me. That’s insane.”

I tightened my grip on the steering wheel.

“He wasn’t just looking. He was imagining bending you over and fucking you. Talking about your tits and your pussy like he had any right. No one gets to do that. No one gets to want what’s mine.”

Rodah swallowed hard. “I’m not a thing you own.”

“You are,” I said, voice low and rough. “And the sooner you accept it, the better. Last night you swore you wouldn’t let me fuck you. Yet your cunt was dripping wet for my tongue. You came so hard you screamed my name. Tonight I’m going to remind you again who that pussy belongs to.”

Her cheeks flushed red. She pressed her thighs together.

“You’re disgusting.”

I laughed darkly.

“Disgusting? Baby, you have no idea. When we get home, I’m going to strip that red dress off you, tie your hands to the headboard, and eat your pussy until you’re begging me to stop. Then I’m going to fuck you deep and fill you with my cum. You can keep lying and saying it’s only the contract, but we both know your body already wants me.”

She didn’t answer. Her breathing had gotten faster. I could see her nipples pressing against the thin fabric of the dress.

I reached over and slid my hand up her thigh, under the hem of the dress. My fingers brushed the edge of her panties. She was already warm and damp.

“See?” I said, voice thick. “Even now, you’re getting wet just thinking about it. My dirty little wife.”

Rodah grabbed my wrist but didn’t push my hand away. “Stop.”

“Not a chance.” I rubbed her slowly through the lace, one hand on the steering and my eyes trained on the road ahead.

“You’re going to learn, Rodah. Every man in that room wanted you today. But only I get to have you. Only I get to put my cock inside this tight cunt and breed you.”

She let out a shaky breath. Her hips moved just a little against my fingers.

I pulled my hand back before she could get too comfortable.

“Save it for tonight. When we get home, you’re going to spread your legs and take every inch of me like the good wife you’re becoming.”

I sped up, driving faster toward the estate. My cock was rock hard in my pants.