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She didn’t know what his obsession with stopping was, until she realized the hand at her stomach wasn’t stopping. He slid down, going toward her pussy, and he cupped her.
Lucia gasped. She had never been touched there.
Boone stroked his fingers through the fine hairs coating her pussy for several seconds, before he ran a finger through her slit. She cried out, but not in pain, in pleasure, as he touched her clit. He didn’t move and circled her tiny bud, where there was so much pleasure, so much sensation. She wanted to keep her eyes open, but slowly they slid closed as she basked in every second of sensation. His fingers ignited a spark within her, and it was one she didn’t want to put out.
This shower was supposed to be about him, but she had a feeling it was turning into something about the two of them.
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The two men who hurt Nancy had been easy to track down. Ronald had given him all the necessary information. Once he had the two men in his possession, he had taken them to a remote location—an old farmhouse, just outside the city. It was land he owned and had to decide what to do with.
One of his plans had been to rebuild the farm, however, he was not interested in farming. Other plans included a few apartment buildings, but there were also some developers interested in buying the land from him.
Both men had been tied up in the back of the old barn, where he asked them the necessary questions. At first, the two men had been happy to mouth off. However, when he impaled a sharp, rusty hook in their feet, they had both started to talk quite freely. They had a lot to say, talking over one another, that Valdez had initiated it. That Boone needed to be sent a message. They were all quite happy to talk.
And then, when it came time to hand out their punishment, he had told them. “I usually give people a choice. One is the right choice, the other is the wrong choice.” He’d looked at the two of them. “But you have both told me you knew who I was, what those people meant to me, and you still did what you did. You attacked a woman who was defenseless, so you made your choice.”
They could have gone to him. He would have listened and dealt with Valdez effectively.
The men had screamed for their lives. To make it fair, he’d not slowly killed one, then worked on the other. They both got to watch as pieces of their body were removed, and currently on the way to Valdez, as well as Bonaldi, as he was now in the shower with Lucia.
They thought they knew who they were dealing with. They were very much mistaken. He was a good man, a kind man, a fair man—to the people that deserved it. To those that didn’t, he was the man monsters feared. There was no remorse.
Seeing Nancy bruised, battered, and broken in that hospital bed was all he needed. Killing those men meant nothing to him. However, he already had wheels in motion for Leandro, as the youngest son had been given instructions to find the means of ending Boone’s life.
The one good thing about going to Valdez’s home was he’d been able to install a few listening devices.
Leandro was going to one of his older apartments, with the intention of setting a bomb. The young man didn’t realize that Boone had already got him beat, and the moment he stepped inside his home, there was a trap ready to lock him in place. All he had to do was wait.
Pulling out of his thoughts, he focused on his wife, her naked body in his arms, and playing with her swollen clit. She shook within his arms, and he continued to tease her clit, knowing she was a virgin and there was no holding back. He felt the change within her, and the moment she came, he listened to the soft gasp that escaped her, and he held her in his arms, refusing to let go. Kissing her neck, then her shoulder, she let out a little moan.
He reached for the soap. His hands were already free of the blood. He wouldn’t have touched Lucia with blood-coated hands. Lathering up the soap, he didn’t bother to reach for the sponge, and instead got to soaping his wife. Touching every inch of her body, running the soap intently across her skin. She didn’t have any ink on her. He noticed there were a few scars.
“Did your father do these?” he asked.
She jerked within his hold, but he refused to let her go. “Yes.”
He’d pay for that as well. Enzo Valdez Senior had already written his death certificate. It was just up to Boone to execute it. As well as Bonaldi. That man was also going to die. The wheels were in motion.
After soaping Lucia’s body, he reached for the shampoo, but Lucia surprised him by taking the soap from him.
“My turn.”
He was not going to argue with her. She lathered the soap up in her hands, much like he had. He watched and waited, knowing that imagining her touch was going to be far different from actually touching him. She looked nervous.
He reached for her hand, then placed it on his chest. “To clean me, you have to touch me.”
She rolled her eyes, and it was so freaking cute, he couldn’t resist stealing a kiss. She let out a gasp.
Wrapping his fingers around her wrists, he didn’t squeeze or hold her too tightly. He got her to run her hands all over his body, getting him soaped up. He noticed she kept biting her lip, and it was so sexy the way she did it. It was like he was a piece of her puzzle she was trying to figure out. When she got to his cock, she hesitated, her hand going stiff within his grip.
Taking hold of her hand, he wrapped her fingers around his length, and he was already starting to get aroused at the sight of her.
“You won’t hurt me.”
“But...”
“Touch me, Lucia.”