Vanessa I pull on a vibrant yellow sundress, a deliberate choice to provide some relief from the heat of the tropical weather. As I sit on the bed, I feel a buzz of anticipation coursing through me for the upcoming dinner date. Diego has been so busy working, I was starting to believe that he wouldn't honor our deal, but we're finally having dinner together, and hopefully I'll get some answers. My gaze drifts towards the dresser, where Mom's urn rests. Diego's decision to have his men pack it caught me off guard, but he said that it was to prioritize my comfort. The unexpected trust he displays by providing me with a phone and laptop, granting access to the outside, leaves me feeling grateful. Despite the unfavorable circumstances, I appreciate these gestures from him. I decide to call Alicia and check on her. She was also given more freedom, of course with supervision. The men pretty much take her where she wants to go and cater to her every need. It's a huge difference from th

VanessaDiego's choice to not be a monster was taken away before he was even born. "At twenty-five, the man I knew was gone, and I assumed his role as the head of the family. Before his body even grew cold, Celeste ordered Nathan to kill me. He managed to get me alone, claiming to need my help. Then, he shot me right there." He opens his shirt a bit more to reveal the tattoo. "He had a shit aim," he chuckles, bitterness seeping into the laughter. "Completely missed my heart, but left scars that run deeper than any bullet could." Anger and sadness surge through me. How could Celeste order the execution of a man she raised, even if he wasn't biologically hers? It's a sickening realization about the depth of her cruelty that she did so well to hide when we met at the wedding. I also begin to wonder how many times he has been shot. I suddenly notice that beneath his intricate tattoos are scars from what I assume are gunshot and stab wounds. "Why get his name tattooed on your body

Vanessa "Is this... safe?" I stammer, my voice trembling slightly as I peer at him through the safety glasses, feeling the weight of the earmuffs as he slides them over my ears. My eyes flick over to the table where an array of guns is laid out and loaded. When he mentioned we were going to have a "busy" day, I didn't anticipate this to be the reason. Nor did I expect to find a gun range in the beach house, but I suppose it aligns with the fact that I'm married to a criminal. Diego cracks a smile. "Would your husband put you in harm's way?" "No," I reply, my voice soft yet confident. If anything, he's too overprotective. "Good girl," he murmurs approvingly. "Now, go pick out a gun." Nervously, I approach the table and pick up a handgun. The memory of the man I killed flashes in my mind, and I flinch, immediately putting the gun back down. Unaware that Diego is standing right behind me, a gasp escapes my lips as my back meets his chest. My heart stutters against my ribcage.

VanessaI straddle his waist again, moaning as I feel the crown on his cock press against my entrance. My body stiffens in anticipation, and I squeeze my eyes shut. "Relax, Mama. Let me in," I hear him murmur and I open my eyes to see him watching me. Planting my hands on his chest, I try to relax as I sink farther down his length. The burn of him stretching me open makes me wince in pain. I don't think I can do this. It's hurts too much. Sensing my hesitation, Diego's hands find their way to my waist. "Do you trust me?" he asks gently. "Yes," I whisper. The second the word leaves my lips, he impales me on his length with one fluid motion. Seizing the nape of my neck, he pulls me in for a deep kiss, swallowing my scream as our mouths move hungrily together in sync. I feel too full, like he really may be breaking me in half. It hurts so badly, but pain and pleasure mix together to create an addictive concoction. I break off the kiss, my body moving on its own, and I beg

VanessaI'm practically begging him to fuck me by the time he leads to a room at the end of the hall of our room. He has me remove his clothing before removing my own. Watching me with a predatory hunger, I remove the last remnants separating us and toss them in the corner of the room. "Kneel, Mama," he commands, and I comply without hesitation. He runs his finger through my hair with an approving hum. "That's right. You only kneel for me. I'm your fucking King." My pussy gushes from his words, but I patiently wait for Diego's next order. "Open," he says sternly. My mouth parts and his dick slides past my lips, a guttural groan escaping him as he begins rocking his hips back and forth. It starts out slow, but then his fingers tighten into a fist in my hair as his pace increases. "Your throat feels too fucking good," he groans. "I won't last long like this." By now, I've learned that doesn't mean shit with this man. He possesses an insatiable appetite for me. We've already gone f